Friday, June 22, 2012

Sometimes China Dolls Get Broken...


Sometimes China Dolls Get Broken


There she sits, flawless beauty on the shelf of life
Picture perfect portrait of a painted porcelain smile
Hazel eyes and perfect locks of golden, chestnut hair
People passing, they catch a glimpse and only stop to stare

But what they see, it isn’t real
Just the perfect china doll that hides the way she really feels

And, sometimes china dolls get broken
Shattered helpless on the floor
The masqueraded broken pieces can’t be hidden anymore
And will the people stop to help her
Or will they just keep passing by
'Cause broken pieces put back together are worthless in their judging eyes
Oh, sometimes china dolls get broken and in their bleeding hearts they cry…
They cry.

Painted now, upon her porcelain cheek a lonely tear
She fakes a smile, to hide her deep and darkest lonely fear
But there is One, who reaches down to hold her next to Him
Takes the pieces and lovingly He makes them whole again

And what He sees, it isn’t me,
But the perfect child of beauty He created me to be

And sometimes china dolls get broken
Shattered helpless on the floor
But, the masqueraded broken pieces
Can be cast off forevermore
'Cause there is One who dies to help us
And will not ever pass us by
Our broken pieces are heaven’s glory and beauty in the Father’s eyes
Oh, sometimes china dolls get broken but in His bleeding heart He cries...
Our cries.

So lay your pieces at His feet,
Don’t let your brokenness defeat
The HOPE that binds and offers peace
The beauty that the ashes reap

Oh, lay your china doll to sleep

 Cause, sometimes china dolls get broken
Shattered helpless on the floor
The masqueraded broken pieces
Have been cast off forevermore
And there is One who died to save us
To heal the hurt deep down inside
Our broken pieces are heaven’s glory and beauty in the Father’s eyes
Oh, sometimes china dolls get broken,
But Jesus hears His daughters cry!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

The Dance

"a time to mourn...
and a time to dance." Eccl 3:4 

In an effort to escape the beautiful chaos of my everyday life for just a minute to myself, I walk a path around our farm most every evening...stopping for a moment to find His reflection somewhere within the rippling waters of my own on the surface of our pond in the woods...breathing in every Word I can glean from Him in the serenity.  One particular night, I began my evening walk just as the sun began to reach the tops of the trees along the horizon of my country life. The stage was set as the wheat planted in the field right now is so green and refreshing. It glows in the fires of the setting sun, gently swaying harmoniously in the breeze.  Please don't think I'm crazy, but as I began my walk with my Creator, I couldn't help but find myself laying in the midst of His creation...literally.  As I was in deep conversation with the Father, I just had to stop and lay down right in the glory of His wheat fields, amidst the other fruit He is ripening for harvest. I share a kindred season with them.  We find ourselves preparing...waiting...growing into the destiny that He has laid before us. It was an amazing moment in His presence, as He drew me closer to Himself. All I could see was the wheat surrounding me, the clouds above me, and an occasional bird soaring in the freedom of His endless blue sky. I was in awe...and envious. 

It has been several months now that I have been trapped in a cage of depression, wanting only to soar on the wings of hope...the promise He has given us...HOPE for the Future.  I somehow have felt like I have been barely breathing, just watching as my life went by me, without me belonging to it...desperately wondering what His plan would behold. It has been a difficult walk as I have poured out my heart with rivers of tears everyday to a Father who I know holds me, but also molds me by saying only...wait, hope, trust. I begged to hear Him as loudly as I felt Him closely there with me in that field.   

I could have laid there forever hidden in that moment with Him.  But, the beautiful chaos of my everyday life called me up to continue my walk back home. I slowly started one foot after the other and caught myself looking down, watching the rhythm of my feet. I drifted back to the echo of my beloved dance teacher telling me gently, "Don't look at your feet...look up."  God spoke to me with majesty...

"You look at your feet in fear and uncertainty of where you will take your next step. Look up my child, let the rest of you become part of the dance."

The next morning I received a poetic affirmation in a devotion defining grace..."an effortless dancer and God's unmerited favor."  

You see, as a tiny ballerina, I stared down at my feet, afraid to take the wrong step, insecure in my imperfection as a dancer. But, experience and confidence grew me into grace and I began to be able to lift my eyes allowing the rest of me to become part of the dance...  I soon became the effortless dancer.  

In complete awe of God's words to my heart, I heard His patient melody as it became the music that filled my soul. 

"Be so confident in the promise of My grace, that you can lift your eyes and your uncertainty and be free to be a part of the dance. Let the hand of My grace guide the feet of yours and you will move instinctively in harmony with My will...not worried about what My next step for you will be but trusting Me to lead you to become the effortless dancer that I created you to be."

My prayer is simply for Guidance and to dance in the rain...

God, U and I, DANCE  


"Life isn't about waiting for the storms to pass, but learning to dance in the rain..."


"HOPE is the ability to hear the music of tomorrow...Faith is the courage to dance to it today."     


You have turned my mourning into dancing; removed my cloth of sadness and girded me with gladness...
Psalm 30:11   

Saturday, January 21, 2012

In love



I put on one of my favorite tee shirts today.  It is peach.  Yeah.  Peach.  I like it.  It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.  (pun intended)   The tee shirt reads:  BIBLE  Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth.  Now though I love my tee shirt, I felt a bit different about it today.

As I read in His Word, John 14:9 made my heart ache.

Jesus answered, "Have I been with you so long and you still don't know me, Philip?"
I was so convicted by it.  How long have I walked with Him and failed to know His faithfulness? Not just to say it...but KNOW IT.   To know it so well that I trust it even when the earth is shaking me to fall?  To know it so deeply that all I want is to know Him more?  To know it so intimately that I cannot be moved? That I don't waiver? That I don't neglect obedience?

Yes, The Bible is our basic instruction  for life.  But it is so much more than that.  It is our love letter from God about Jesus our Savior!  It is the way we can KNOW Him!  Let us not read it like words on a page...just an instruction manual that we go to when things are broken...but as a personal conversation from our Father to His children.  Let's not let Him sit on a shelf screaming with anguish, "I am here with you but you don't know me!"  


As we fear, doubt, worry, get too busy for Him, let those words echo in our hearts. Let us crave Him...to know Him...not just claim to walk along with Him. But to really know Him...to lean our every HOPE, our every circumstance, our every breath on Him because we KNOW Him and His love and His Faithfulness... 


Let us Fall more IN LOVE with our Savior!  He is completely IN LOVE with us!


Have you been neglecting to spend time deepening your relationship to know Him more?


Pick up His love letter to you.  Open your heart to pour everything out that He may come in.  Encounter His presence. 




Have you been living in fear and doubt, worrying as you listen to the lies Satan echoes around you?

Know Him.  Know His promises.  Know His deep adoration for you. 



God draw us ever closer to You as we crave YOU for our very being. AMEN!!!

Imprinting...Follow the leader




"...and immediately they received their sight and followed Him."
Matthew 20:34

I have learned of a fabulous lesson of God's design in nature.  It is called imprinting.  When a baby gosling hatches from its egg, the first thing it sees, it will mimic. The first thing it encounters it will immediately follow as its teacher of life.  

As the two blind men received their sight from Jesus on the road to Jericho that day, I love what it says about them.  Immediately, their eyes were opened and immediately they followed Him.  Just like baby geese, they followed their first encounter with light out of darkness...the very One that gave them the vision. 

When God opens our eyes as new Christians or even to a vision for the calling for which He is preparing us , there is much that can distract us from following Him. Let us seek after imprinting the very face of Christ as our own teacher of life.  Let us seek to follow Him, mimicking His every way.  

Have your eyes been opened to the light of Christ?  He is the way, the truth, the life.  Follow Him to the Father. 

Has He given you a vision?  Seek to know Him and live worthy of this calling as you walk toward the light of this revelation.

What if you are the first person someone else may see as their eyes are opened to God's grace through Christ Jesus?  Live as an ambassador for Him...and live unafraid for them to imprint you as you imprint Him. 

Jesus, Thank You that You are the light in our darkness.  Thank You that You heal our blindness and because of Your compassion, Your death on the cross IMMEDIATELY offered salvation from our sins.  As You open our eyes to Your way for us, let us draw our focus only to You, Imprinting Your very nature into that of our own. And let us shine a light for others that they, too, may be lead to follow You. Amen.

He opened my eyes...

It has been awhile friends.  I have come to write often, but turned back in the silence.  The dreadful silence where wrestling thoughts of unworthiness overtake that which finds our passionate expressions of Him...Our worship.

Satan is a liar and a thief.

I found myself blinded. Blinded in the pits of depression.  Blinded by the enemy's whispers of fear, doubt, shame. Blinded in darkness...but today I have realized that the only darkness He allows to overtake those who belong to HIM is the shadow of the Father's hand as He hides us.

I must share His Word for me through a vessel I've grown to deeply love.
Two men sat beside the road to Jericho...blinded. When they heard that Jesus was coming, they began to cry out to Him, "Son of David, have mercy on us." The crowds reproved them and tried to quiet them, but they cried out all the more. And Jesus stopped and called to them, and asked, "What do you want Me to do for you?"  They answered Him, "Lord, we want our eyes to be opened!"  
Matthew 20:34 And Jesus in pity, touched their eyes and instantly they received their sight and followed Him.
As I read this story, His words poured into my soul.  These two men were me.  Blinded. And as I have cried out to the Lord these past few months, the voices of the crowd have tried to drown that of my desperate plea to Him.  Yelling at me, "Be quiet!" "You are not worthy!" "You don't deserve Him."  And I was allowing them to keep me silent.

God speaks.  Cry out all the more my child!  I will hear your HOPE!

Jesus knew those men were there.  He knew their need even before they spoke it.  Yet still He asked, "What is it you want me to do for you?"  It was a personal encounter with Him that He desired for them. Just as He does for us.  A desperate plea to seek Him. To talk to Him.  To be in His presence. To bring our petitions before His throne.

The crowd is right.  We don't deserve Him.  We are not worthy. Yet still He asks us, "What do you want me to do for you?"

Jesus had compassion on them.  He felt their hurt.  He knew their pain.  He held their brokenness in His hands. And He loved them. And IMMEDIATELY, their lives were opened. Their first sight was the radiant face of Christ.

And they followed Him.


Do you find yourselves in a place where you walk in blindness?  Cry out to Him.  


Have you allowed the voices of the crowd...the enemy...to drown you out or keep you silent?  Cry out all the more. 


Does it seem as though He isn't doing anything when you know that He can?  


Perhaps He is desiring for you a  new, more personal and intimate encounter with Himself as He hides you in the shadow of  His hand...waiting. His timing is perfect.  Drawing us face to face with Him so that when our eyes are opened, the view is that of His beauty and radiance...casting everything else out but Himself. 

He left me with another question as I reflected on this story. How did the men hear that Jesus was coming?  You see there were the voices in the crowd telling them to be quiet, but there must have been before that also voices in that wilderness preparing the way for the Lord.  Someone had to be shouting of Jesus' coming.  Which voice will we be?


Lord, Jesus, Thank You that You hear our heartcries and that You have compassion on us despite our inadequacies. Thank You that, though we are but a speck of dust, You desire for us intimacy with You. Thank you that in Your time, IMMEDIATELY our lives are opened to that which You want us to see...the most beautiful and holy perfection of radiance. Let us be the voices in the wilderness, Lord, drawing others near to You, that they, too, may encounter Your beauty and grace.  AMEN.

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