Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Broken Dreams

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     The night has grown late and the waiting weary. We watch the fire die. Now only embers glowing faintly. Now only ashes. The warmth of hope has grown cold and the dreams long cherished dwindle and die out, smothered by the harsh reality of an imperfect world. The darkness envelopes. Stiff and cold we rise and walk away. 
     Our hearts are broken, shattered in a million pieces. In those ashes is embodied everything we longed for, everything we knew as good. We lived for the fulfillment of the dream, for the long awaited day when that dream would be reality. Now this. 
     At first our hearts are numb, too numb to fully grasp our loss. A merciful state of shock, but then the questions come. Merciless, haunting, hounding. Why? What now? Is there any hope? And we go back, and we search through the ashes for just one shred of possible resurrection.  And as we weep, and the shattered pieces of our hearts throb with hopes now  in a million shards, we vow we'll never dream again.
It simply hurts too much.
     It is here that one must make a choice when through the fog of pain a Voice is heard. Tenderly it is calling "Come unto Me." And the pain will either be a stumbling block, or a stepping stone to His heart. And will we have the courage to come? Will we have the courage to fall at His feet and look up into His face and say. "Thou hast given and taken away, blessed be Your name?" And if the why won't go away, will we have the courage to look up into those eyes of infinite love and ask, "Help me to understand?" Perhaps we'll hear Him say. "It was that cherished hope that stood between me and thee. I wanted you to know Me, thus I give and take away." 
     Then He takes our hand in His hand and He leads us to that place. To the alter of surrender. And the journey we retrace. And as we kneel beside those ashes we look up into His face and hear Him gently whisper. "My child this is grace.
   I have come to appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that He might be glorified.
   You see child of My love, the very place of your breaking, will be the means of making a broken multitude whole, and the death of your dreams will give birth to even greater ones, and your courage to come will be the key to many coming. I promise you, you will dream again and from the ashes of your broken dreams will come the reality of My perfect beautiful plans for I am the hope of all the world.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

The music of our lives

Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the tune, and not be dismayed at the "rests." They are not to be slurred over, not to be omitted, not to destroy the melody, not to change the keynote. If we look up, God Himself will beat the time for us. With an eye on Him, we shall strike the next note full and clear.
                                                              - Ruskin

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A second look at suffering

"The eternal God is your refuge, and his everlasting arms are under you."
                                                                                                                       Deuteronomy 33:27 NLT

"We hope for a life free from suffering. God gives us suffering that we might learn what is really important in life.
God is immediately next to our suffering. The saints have always found it so.He is not in the next city or the next house or even in the next room from our suffering. He is only a word away. If we cry out, "help!" to Him, he will immediately embrace us. Around and underneath are His everlasting arms. It is not that He will remove the suffering, but that He will give Himself to us in our suffering. He who is love will be our peace, our joy, our constant companion. I do not say embrace your suffering. But I do say embrace God in the midst of your suffering. Embrace His will. Enjoy His peace." 
                                                                                                  - David Smith

"God will not permit any troubles to come upon us unless he has a specific plan by which great blessing can come out of the difficulty." Peter Marshall

"I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world." 
                                                                                                 -John 16:33 NLT

Sunday, June 12, 2011

I then shall live...

I then shall live as one who's been forgiven.
I'll walk with joy to know my debts are paid.
I know my name is clear before my Father; 
I am His child and I am not afraid.
So, greatly pardoned, I'll forgive my brother;
The law of love I gladly will obey.

I then shall live as one who's learned compassion.
I've been so loved, that I'll risk loving too.
I know how fear builds walls instead of bridges;
I'll dare to see another's point of view.
And when relationships demand commitment,
Then I'll be there to care and follow through.

Your Kingdom come around and through and in me;
Your power and glory, let them shine through me.
Your Hallowed Name, O may I bear with honor,
And may Your living Kingdom come in me.
The Bread of Life, O may I share with honor,
And may You feed a hungry world through me.
                                                    -Gloria Gaither

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

No Night


     And there will be no night there--no need for lamps or sun--for the Lord God will shine on them. And they will reign forever and ever.   Revelations 22:5 NLT     
      The river is now but a winding pathway of  reflected light in the pale fading twilight of evening. Riding high in the sky the half moon swims in a murky rainbow of cloud casting a glimmer of light on the ripples of light below. A graceful doe pauses in her evening wandering to lift a watchful head as I pass. The silhouettes of trees deepen into shadows and black shapes against the darkening sky as the black curtain of night slowly descends over all. The day is drawing to a close and with it comes silence.
     So too, I trace a river of memories that wind through my heart, reflecting the light of a life well lived and a man well loved. Riding high in the sky is the promise of something more, the light of glory, hidden in the veil of unknowns, a murky rainbow of tears and faith. The curtain has been drawn, the parting has come and the night of grief has descended. With it comes the silence of the waiting. But beyond this night I know there is a morning. And as the dawn of that glorious morning breaks we too shall step on shore into the presence of our Savior, where the darkness of night will never be, and we will never part again.

Friday, June 3, 2011