Blossom

“Then the time came when the risk it took to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” (Anais Nin)

Live Out Your God-Created Identity

Matthew 5 (The Message)

“When someone gives you a hard time, respond with the energies of prayer, for then you are working out of your true selves, your God-created selves. This is what God does. He gives His best—the sun to warm and the rain to nourish—to everyone, regardless: the good, the bad, the nice and nasty. If all you do is love the lovable, do you expect a bonus? Anybody can do that. If you simply say hello to those who greet you, do you expect a medal? Any run-of-the-mill sinner does that.
In a word, what I’m saying is, Grow up. You’re kingdom subjects. Now live like it. Live out your God-created identity. Live generously and graciously toward others, the way God lives toward you.”

At first, I went down the usual line with this passage. Bless those who curse, etc. I do want to use my energies to pray rather than to respond in anger. It says that if I pray instead of react “I am working out my true self.” I want to be who I really am when I am alone and especially when I am with others.

Father, help me to pray instead of react.

Then while I was in the bathroom straightening my hair another stream of thinking took place. I could hear and feel the swarm that goes on in my mind and heart at times. That overwhelming feeling of anxiety and movement toward some nebulous next thing.

I wanted to take a deep breath and be in the moment, receiving “the sacrament of the present moment.” I heard God say, “I love you, right now, in this moment.”

My backtalk took off. I really don’t believe He loves me when I am doing nothing or even when I am doing something—whether that something is good or bad. I am constantly striving to reach that place of being/doing the “right” thing. The thing that brings peace/satisfaction/joy. There is this nebulous “next thing” that I am pushing toward.

I must choose to believe that I am loved even if I am not doing all the things I “should” or if I am doing the things I “shouldn’t.” I don’t think I will be free of this anxiety until I can realize more deeply that You love me in every moment no matter what I am doing or how I am acting.

Today, I will acknowledge when I become aware of that anxiety and I will counter it by reminding my self that I am loved in that moment. I will take a deep breath and experience the grace of that moment.

Father, will you please calm the racing inside of me as I learn to believe Your love. I am sorry that I spurn Your love. You sent Your Son and still I can’t enter into it. But that will change. I am going to “respond with the energies of prayer, for then I am working out my true self.”

Listening Well

Listening well is becoming a precious commodity. Have you noticed the speed with which people interact? Picture yourself at the grocery checkout line. There is friendly banter, of course, but you must be rushed along so that the person behind you doesn’t get agitated. What about the fast food drive-thru? More quick talking and moving so that you can get in, out and gone. If you are a parent, do you find yourself hurrying your children along so that you can get to the next thing or just get done with whatever is next on the to-do list?

When was the last time you had a leisurely conversation? Do you find yourself talking fast, and cutting people short so that you and/or they can get on with whatever you/they were doing?

I have been finding lately that many people don’t have someone who just simply listens to them. This might be a wonderful gift to give each other.

In The Contemplative Pastor, Eugene Peterson speaks about listening. He is referring to pastoral listening in this quote, but I think it translates to any one of us who is willing to take the time to give the gift of an unhurried listening ear.

“....listening requires unhurried leisure, even if it’s only for five minutes. Leisure is a quality of spirit, not a quantity of time. Only in that ambience of leisure do persons know they are listened to with absolute seriousness, treated with dignity and importance. Speaking to people does not have the same personal intensity as listening to them. The question I put to myself is not “How may people have you spoken to about Christ this week?” but “How many people have you listened to in Christ this week?” The number of persons listened to must necessarily be less than the number spoken to. Listening to a story always takes more time than delivering a message, so I must discard my compulsion to count, to compile the statistics that will justify my existence.
I can’t listen if I’m busy. When my schedule is crowded, I’m not free to listen. I have to keep my next appointment; I have to get to the next meeting. But if I provide margins to my day there is ample time to listen.” (Eugene Peterson, The Contemplative Pastor, Eerdmans Publishing: Grand Rapids, MI, 1993, p. 21-22)

A Pure Gift

“Since we've compiled this long and sorry record as sinners....and proved that we are utterly incapable of living the glorious lives God wills for us, God did it for us. Out of sheer generosity he put us in right standing with himself. A pure gift. He got us out of the mess we're in and restored us to where he always wanted us to be. And he did it by means of Jesus Christ.” (Romans 3:23-24, The Message)

See

See what no one else sees...
See what everyone else chooses not to see...out of fear and conformity and laziness...
See the whole world anew each day...
(A line from the movie “Patch Adams”)

“Now we look inside, and what we see is that anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons! (2 Corinthians 5:17)

Conjugating Verbs

Evelyn Underhill has said, "We mostly spend [our] lives conjugating 3 verbs: to want, to have, and to do." Surely our greatest need is simply to be, like Mary dwelling in the presence of God.

(Bruce Demarest, Soul Guide, Downers Grove, IL: NavPress, 2003, p. 95)

When I Look into My Heart...

I just returned from Santa Barbara where I received my certificate as a spiritual director. It was an amazing experience. One of our lessons was on using poetry as prayer. Our teacher gave us one line to get us started and then gave us about 10 minutes to write whatever came to mind. Afterward, many people read their poems aloud. It was amazing how everyone's poem was completely unique and truly poetic (even though most of us would not have called ourselves poets).

If you'd like to try it just take the title of this blog entry "When I Look into My Heart" and see what flows from within you. It can be very enlightening. I share my poem with you below.

When I look into my heart
I see a deep chasm of longing
I try to fill it with people, ideas, possessions
But it only grows wider and deeper

This chasm cannot be filled with things temporal
It can only be satiated by things eternal
You, my Lord, my God, my King
You alone fill and satisfy the chasm of longing
That is…my heart

What is Spiritual Direction?

I am getting ready to go to Santa Barbara to complete my certification as a Spiritual Director. I'll be finishing my year of formation and study with a 2-week intensive from July 25 to August 8. I thought it might be helpful to share some quotes and references about spiritual direction that might help describe what it is. I've come across a fair share of people who aren't familiar with spiritual direction although, lately, spiritual formation, direction and soul care are popping up as buzzwords in Evangelical circles.

Spiritual Direction has been around since at least the 4th century AD, with people seeking out the "desert fathers and mothers" of the time for spiritual guidance. It is by no means a new thing, however, it is being "rediscovered" by the evangelical church.

Bruce Demarest, in his book entitled Soul Guide, looks at the life of Jesus as spiritual director. In Chapter 5, "Soul Care Through the Centuries," Demarest shows evidence of spiritual direction from the early church (desert fathers/mothers) through to modern times. The bulk of the book takes Jesus' contact with people in the gospels and shows how He ministers soul care to individuals.

Two other books can also help bring understanding to what spiritual direction is. I have placed quotes below from Sacred Companions by David Benner, as well as Holy Listening by Margaret Guenther. There is, of course, more to the subject than is referenced here, but it is a start and a taste.

"Spiritual direction is a prayer process in which a person seeking help in cultivating a deeper personal relationship with God meets with another for prayer and conversation that is focused on increasing awareness of God in the midst of life experiences and facilitating surrender to God's will." (David Benner, Sacred Companions, Downer's Grove, IL: Intervarsity Press, 2002, p. 94)

"The director's task is to help connect the individual's story to the story [God's pursuit of us through Jesus Christ] and thereby help the directee to recognize and claim identity in Christ, discern the action of the Holy Spirit." (Margaret Guenther, Holy Listening, Boston, MA: Cowley Publications, 1992, p. 32).

"In some ways, the art of spiritual direction lies in our uncovering the obvious in our lives and in realizing that everyday events are the means by which God tries to reach us." (Guenther, p. ix).

"Spiritual directors [as opposed to counselors] make their empathic focus not primarily the other person but the Spirit. This means that the spiritual director's goal is not primarily to understand how the person seeking direction feels. Nor is it to enter the person's experience and see the world as he or she does. Rather, it is to help the person come more closely in touch with the Spirit of God….the empathic focus of the director is not primarily the other person but the Spirit of God." (Benner, p. 93)

I Don't Care if I Die!

A few weeks ago we were camping in Malibu. I was climbing some rocks with my sons and I gave my eight-year-old some kind of mom-warning. It was something about being careful to not fall. I think moms are just wired to warn of impending danger. My son responded in a way that surprised me and has actually sent me off into some thought about how I live my life. He said, "I DON'T CARE IF I DIE, I JUST WANT TO GO ON THE ADVENTURE!" This is actually how my youngest son lives his life. He is a "go for it" kind of guy.

When I first heard him say this, of course, I chuckled. But then I was immediately drawn to prayer. "I DON'T CARE IF I DIE, I JUST WANT TO GO ON THE ADVENTURE!" Lord, do I live like this with You? I've taken steps on the path to dying to myself, and I want to continue to do this with verve! I want to enjoy more of the adventure with You. Will I continue to die to myself on this journey of life here on earth? In the long run I will be gaining real life! I join my son in his exclamation of joy, "I DON'T CARE IF I DIE, I JUST WANT TO GO ON THE ADVENTURE!"

Mark 8:34-36 - Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?

The Reality of What Is

"We don't live in our bodies, where we can feel our own feelings and trust or own experience. Instead, through commercials and advertisements and jingles we live in images and appearances. We let the media and passing material objects define success. The self, therefore, is always outside, and we live in constant dissatisfaction. What a tortured way to live! We suffer, quite frankly, from a lack of contact with reality; we lack what philosophers call ontological mooring. Contemplation provides that mooring, that contact; it is an appreciation of and response to what is real right here and now.

Until we break the material world's hold on us and reestablish contact with reality, we will never be happy. We will live our lives through these beautiful models that we can't live up to, with their perfect bodies, trim waistlines, even teeth, and zit-free faces! What a terrible tragedy that people should be seduced into imitating and desiring what we are not and can never be."

(Richard Rohr, Everything Belongs, New York: Crossroad Publishing Company, 1999, 2003, p. 70-71)

Preoccupation with Performing

"In recent years I have become more and more aware of my own tendency to think that the value of my presence depends on what I say or do. And yet it is becoming clearer to me every day that this preoccupation with performing in fact prevents me from letting God speak through me in any way he wants, and so keeps me from making connections prior to any special word or deed." (Henri Nouwen, The Living Reminder, New York: Seabury Press, 1977, p. 30)

Wedding Anniversary

I just wanted to announce that tomorrow, May 25, 2006, I will have been married for 21 years! My marriage is the same age I was when I got married. Isn't that crazy? God has blessed me with a wonderful man who is a great complement to me. We always joke that, put together, we make a pretty cool person. It has been quite a journey together these last 23 years (including the dating years).

David Wilcox's song, "Good Together" pretty much sums it up. Here's to you, honey…

Soft and sweet, strong and salty
Cool cream and hot coffee
When we come together there's a change
I know you're good for me
You change me like the weather
You change me for the better
We're good together

Drift and dream, drive with direction
Exploration, introspection
No one way to win through this game
I know you're good for me
You spin me off my tether
You change me for the better
We're good together

Would you please explain it one more time
I love the wild surprise of seeing through your eyes

One from Mars, one from Venus
A whole world between us
Sparks that bridge the difference
Feed the flame
I know you're good for me
You spin me off my tether
You change me for the better
We're good together

Abstract...

I was looking through the jacket of David Wilcox's new CD "Out Beyond Ideas." The pages are full of abstract art. I have only recently come to appreciate the abstract. I used to see it as just a bunch of shapes and colors with no meaning. I preferred art that spelled it out for me…understandable landscapes and portraits.

I am not saying that I am completely throwing out my appreciation for "pedestrian" art (as my artist friend calls it). However, at this point, in my journey - shape, light, color, symbolism and mystery all make more sense to me.

Pat answers and everything laid out all nicely and in order just seem lifeless and unhelpful. There is, of course, an order to the universe, but there is also a kind of random beauty all around us. Is there not beauty in the jagged edge of a mountain peak, the white ruffled curve of a wave breaking onto the shore, the random way that branches and leaves grow on a tree?

It can be tempting to look to God for explanations and answers alone. It is harder to be open to the mystery of His complete and utter holiness. His vastness precludes me from completely wrapping my mind around all of who He is. This might be a point of frustration to some - but for me - I find a kind of comfort in accepting His largeness…His mystery. I can just get swallowed up in His vast expanse…there is peace in my being so small.

(Note: I highly recommend David Wilcox music. He is a troubador for our time - see davidwilcox.com. The artwork above is by Najwa Al-amin and can be found on the CD sleeve of David Wilcox's CD "Out Beyond Ideas."

Your Love is Extravagant

I just love this song. It is by Casting Crowns on their CD called "Casting Crowns." Some people complain about "love songs to Jesus." I used to agree. This is one of the songs that changed my mind. The words and music draw my heart to His and I don't see anything wrong with that.

Enjoy...

YOUR LOVE IS EXTRAVAGANT

Your love is extravagant
Your friendship, it is intimate
I feel like moving to the rhythm of Your grace
Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place
Your love is extravagant

Chorus:
Spread wide in the arms of Christ is the love that covers sin
No greater love have I ever known
You considered me a friend
Capture my heart again

Spread wide in the arms of Christ is the love that covers sin
No greater love have I ever known;
You considered me a friend

Capture my heart again
Your love is extravagant
Your friendship, it is intimate

Remember...

I know that Easter is over, but I don't really want to move on quite yet. I watched the movie The Passion of the Christ the night before Easter. I watched it with my husband, my sister-in-law and my 13-year-old son. It is a difficult movie to watch, however, my sister-in-law and I agreed that we had never been more ready for Resurrection Sunday.

The chosen sacrifice and utter willingness for Jesus to lay down His life for me is something from which I never want to move on. There is an image in the film of Jesus literally crawling to get onto the cross so they can nail Him on. He was being consistently mocked, "If you are the Christ, come down and save Yourself!" Yet He stayed and completed His task of ensuring my entrance into Heaven.

I encourage you to linger with Easter a little while longer...say...a lifetime. Remember what He did and live your life out of that place of love.

The Wisteria is Blooming

A few weeks ago I shared a picture of my wisteria vine and my longings for Spring. As you can see in the picture above, the leaves are out and the blossoms are in full force.

I was thinking about the relative speed with which the leaves and blossoms sprouted...once it was time. When winter is truly over, nature takes its course. For those of us in Winter seasons in our souls, the waiting can be unbearable. Blossoms and green leaves can seem very far away, even impossible. But God is the God of the seasons and Spring does follow Winter. My wisteria vine proves that Spring does come. So...hang in there.

For me, this year feels like a great blossoming after an extremely long winter. I know that it has not been long for God, but to me, it has seemed endless at times. I am grateful to come out of the dormancy and to sprout a few leaves and even some flowers.

For those of us in Spring seasons in our souls, enjoy the new birth and beauty of this time. It is truly a gift from God, our generous Father.

James 1:17-18 - Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.

Where is Your Ladder Leaning?

"There is seldom a period in which we do not know what to do, and we move through life in such a distracted way that we do not even take the time and rest to wonder if any of the things we think, say or do are worth thinking, saying, or doing. We simply go along with the many "musts" and "oughts" that have been handed on to us, and we live with them as if they were authentic translations of the Gospel of our Lord." (Nouwen, Henri, The Way of the Heart, Harper & Row, San Francisco, 1981, p. 21)

I have spent the last few years trying to discern which parts of me and my life are truly from the Lord and not just things I have picked up along the way and labeled "Christian." I think it is critical to stop every so often and ask the hard questions. I may be working really hard to climb up the ladder of life, but am I sure it is leaning against the right wall?

In the Sanctuary...

I just love this picture. I "borrowed" it from the website of my friend, Paul Kiler (see his link to the right "Artis-Divina").

For some reason it really strikes me. I see that girl as me...wearing my sweats...doing the day-to-day stuff...and trying be in the sanctuary at the same time. I don't know what she is reading, probably the bible, searching for the Word of God. The sacrifice of Christ is clearly displayed above her head.

The picture just resonated down inside me somewhere. Do you see yourself here too?

Is Your Imagination Starved?

This is the February 11 entry in Oswald Chambers' My Utmost for His Hightest.

IS YOUR HOPE IN GOD FAINT AND DYING?

"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose imagination is stayed on Thee." Isaiah 26:3 (R. V. marg.)

Is your imagination stayed on God or is it starved? The starvation of the imagination is one of the most fruitful sources of exhaustion and sapping in a worker's life.

If you have never used your imagination to put yourself before God, begin to do it now. It is no use waiting for God to come; you must put your imagination away from the face of idols and look unto Him and be saved.

Imagination is the greatest gift God has given us and it ought to be devoted entirely to Him. If you have been bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, it will be one of the greatest assets to faith when the time of trial comes, because your faith and the Spirit of God will work together.

Learn to associate ideas worthy of God with all that happens in Nature - the sunrises and the sunsets, the sun and the stars, the changing seasons, and your imagination will never be at the mercy of your impulses, but will always be at the service of God.

Memorial for a 15-year-old

Today I went to a memorial service for a 15-year-old. A group of teenagers, with a chaperone, were driving to Mammoth for ski week. One of the cars rolled and the 15- year-old was thrown out.

The dad who was driving the lead car turned around, got out of the car and made his way to the teenager just before he passed away. He had a chance to hold his hand as he died.

From the moment I stepped my foot out of the car and onto the church parking lot, tears welled up in my eyes. For the next two hours my tears would ebb and flow. But my grief was nothing compared to that of his parents and siblings.

At the start of the Memorial Service, the family walked in together. One of the most moving sights I have ever seen was the mother walking down the aisle to get to her seat. There were two men, one of them her husband, on either side of her. She was weeping and almost couldn't make her way down the aisle. She looked as though she wanted to crumble into a heap onto the floor.

The grief of a mother. What other anguish is worse than losing your child? I am hard pressed to come up with a worse nightmare.

I find myself drawing a parallel to God the Father. Since we are in His image, I wonder if this mother's grief is a glimpse into the grief of God as He watched His own Son suffer and die. I think that I have pictured God as grieving over His Son, but in a stoic, controlled manner. What does pure, holy grief look like? I'm not exactly sure, but I think I saw a glimpse of it today on the face of a mother.

New Life

I am being reminded of new life today. There is a wisteria vine in my back yard. It always goes dormant in the winter. For about 3 months it resembles a collection of dead branches laying on my patio cover.

Just this week, at the end of a few branches, there are some new, green leaves and some beautiful lavender blossoms.

It is so refreshing to see new life amidst the barren sticks.

My soul looks forward to what this new year holds. I am ready to come out of the dormancy of Winter and burst into the new life of Spring.

Lord of the Seasons, I give you this day. Please continue to till, plant and bring harvest from the soil of my life. Amen.

He Will Not Forsake Us

"For the LORD loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones." (Psalm 37:28a)

"Moses then said to Aaron,“This is what the LORD spoke of when he said: “‘Among those who approach me I will show myself holy; in the sight of all the people I will be honored.’”Aaron remained silent." (Leviticus 10:3)

"You must distinguish between the holy and the common, between the unclean and the clean..."(Leviticus 10:10)

"The mouth of the righteous man utters wisdom, and his tongue speaks what is just. 31 The law of his God is in his heart; his feet do not slip." (Psalm 37:30)

God is faithful. He will be honored. I must distinguish between holy and common. In His righteousness I am wise and on stable ground.

Harnessing Power or Submitting to It?

"Too often our agenda is to fix the world until it can properly take care of us. God's agenda is to bring all things together in Christ until every knee bows before Him…Notice the purpose driving my search for God: finding Him had more to do with using Him to get what I valued than enjoying Him for who He is. I wanted to harness His power rather than submit to it." (Larry Crabb, Finding God, pp. 35, 70)

Ouch! I am guilty of this at times! There have been times that I just wanted Him to do what I wanted Him to do...and not just love Him for who He is. My spirit does want to submit to His power, knowing that it would be His fruit that would emerge. My flesh wants to harness His power and wield it like some flashy sword.

Forgive my self-centeredness, Father. In my weakness, you are strong. Teach me to hear You and submit. I know You are doing that already and I am grateful. I am sorry that I sometimes complain during the process. Thank you for being slow to anger and abounding in love and faithfulness. Amen.

The End of Ourselves...Completely

"All our promises and resolutions end in denial because we have no power to accomplish them. When we come to the end of ourselves, not just mentally but completely, we are able to 'receive the Holy Spirit"….the idea is that of invasion. There is now only One who directs the course of your life, the Lord Jesus Christ." (Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, January 5 entry).

As I travel on my own journey with the Lord in this new year, how might more of the Spirit be evident in and through me because of the ways in which I relinquish control and let God be God?

Are there some situations or relationships in your life that you would like to hand over to God and let Him be honored?

Be

Be...
by Gem Fadling

Let it go...
Let it go...
Let it go...

Be with Me...
Grace...
Grace...

You are shedding the old way - compulsion
And are coming in a new way

Grace...
Freedom to be...
Grace...
Grace...

You are free to do or think...be...
There are no formulas for time with Me

Freedom...
Ahhhh...freedom...

The old measuring sticks are gone

So here I am
Giving You me
And receiving You
Ahhhh...

No right or wrong
Just be...
Be with Me...

I can feel You transforming me
As my thoughts race frantically

Be...
Be...
Be...

Rock of Ages

Rock of Ages
(Augustus M. Toplady, 1776)

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee;
let the water and the blood,
from thy wounded side which flowed,
be of sin the double cure;
save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labors of my hands
can fulfill thy law's commands;
could my zeal no respite know,
could my tears forever flow,
all for sin could not atone;
thou must save, and thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
simply to the cross I cling;
naked, come to thee for dress;
helpless, look to thee for grace;
foul, I to the fountain fly;
wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
when mine eyes shall close in death,
when I soar to worlds unknown,
see thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee.

Love is Patient

"Love is patient..." (1 Corinthians 13:4)

Isn't it interesting that "patience" is the first description in the long list of "what is love?" I find that often, in my own life, patience is the first thing to leave the building.

I find myself muttering, under my breath (more often than I'd like to admit) this little phrase:

"I don't have time for this!"

Whether it is waiting for my son to tie his shoes or waiting on hold on the phone or waiting as the person driving in front of me decides where they are going. I have begun to catch myself when this happens and I ask myself (and anyone within earshot), "Are you going to miss an appointment with the President or something?" Obvious answer, "no."

If I don't have time for all of the parts of life, what is it I do have time for?

Love is patient.

That means that I take a deep breath, come down from the center of my universe and look out for those around me. Is it more important that I am efficient or that the people in my proximity are loved?

By the grace of God, today I will watch my impatience meter and seek to enjoy more moments in time.

Anywhere With Jesus

Anywhere with Jesus
(Jesse Brown Pounds, 1887)

Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go
Anywhere He leads me in this world below
Anywhere without Him dearest joys would fade
Anywhere with Jesus I am not afraid

Anywhere, anywhere
Any little fear I'll never know
Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go
Anywhere with Jesus, I am not alone

Soul Simplicity

Soul simplicity seems to be the theme so far in this New Year. It's nice to have a fresh start, isn't it? I have found myself drawn to old hymns, poetry and the King James version of the bible. My soul is crying out to engage in simple, solid truth.

We visited a church a couple of months ago and we sang the old hymn "When the Roll is Called Up Yonder." I was struck deeply by the truth that some day I will be in Heaven and my name will be read from the Book of Life. My name will be there because of Jesus.

May you be wholly lost in the sweet will of God this week…

Sweet Will of God
(Leila N. Morris, 1900)

Sweet will of God
Still fold me closer '
Til I am wholly lost in Thee

Thy precious will, O conqu'ring Savior
Doth now embrace and compass me
The storms have ceased, my peace a river
My soul a prisoned bird set free.

Sweet will of God
Still fold me closer '
Til I am wholly lost in Thee

"For I have not hesitated to proclaim to you the whole will of God."
(The Apostle Paul in the Book of Acts).

O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

"But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation." (Psalm 13:5)

Let's start the New Year off with a bang. I am going to share with you a very personal image that God gave me today. As I have shared before, I have been seeking to meet with Jesus in silence each day, with no agenda. Today, during a prayer time with my husband, Jesus graced me with an image that led me directly into His presence and I was able to leave all my cares behind and just be with Him.

I share this with you, hoping you will also be inspired to be with the One who loves tenderly and unconditionally.

I was on the shore of the ocean. As I looked out to the horizon there was a golden glow on the water where the sky met the ocean. I lingered on the shore as I gazed at the bright sight in the distance.

Then I began to "fly" swiftly out and over the ocean. As I grew further away from the shore, I literally felt the cares of my day-to-day existence leave me. They were far behind and I could not access them. I soared until I was enveloped by the golden light. I came to a stop and remained in the golden light for a while.

The golden light melted away and I found myself in an unearthly wood. The ground was uneven with little moss covered mounds, rocks, tree roots, tiny ponds of clear water…yet it was easy to walk on. There were tall, beautiful trees, just enough to make me feel enclosed, but few enough to let the light in. Leaves and flower petals fell from above. My daily cares were gone.

I was wearing a long, off-white, Shakespearean festival type dress. I had a wreath of flowers in my hair. Jesus was there. He took my hand and had me sit next to a tree with dark brown bark. I leaned my head back and took deep, cleansing breaths.

Jesus stayed near, just walking slowly. As I looked again, I noticed a blank journal in my lap. At first I thought, "Cool! Now I can write down everything He says." Then it quickly began to feel like a burden (I was pulled momentarily back to my room - I'd have to get the computer to be sure it was saved for posterity and I can type much faster than write, etc.)

Jesus gently chuckled. He took the empty journal from my lap. Without words, He let me know that he would write in it Himself. I saw the image of a little red heart, like a valentine. He would write on my heart. He continued to walk slowly near where I was resting up against the tree. I could hear no sounds, yet we were communicating. Every once in a while I would giggle. It was a very warm and relaxing time.

O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
(George Matheson, 1882)

O Love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in Thee
I give Thee back the life I owe
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be