When Love Sees You

Blessed are you, as you weep on your knees
With perfume and tears washing over My feet
Blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind
Calling for mercy when I’m passing by

Blessed are you, shaking your head
At two tiny fish and some bread
Blessed are you as you tremble and wait
For the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace

Tell me your story
Show me your wounds
And I’ll show you what Love sees
When Love looks at you
Hand me the pieces
Broken and bruised
And I’ll show you what Love sees
When Love sees you

Blessed are you, walking on waves
To find yourself sinking when you look away
Blessed are you, leper, standing alone
The fear on their faces, is all that you’ve known

Blessed are you, lonely widow who gave
Your last shiny coin to Yahweh
Blessed are you with your silver and lies
Kissing the One who’s saving your life

I see what I made
In your mother’s womb
I see the day I fell in love with you.
I see your tomorrows
Nothing left to chance
I see My Father’s fingerprints

I see your story, I see My name
Written on every beautiful page
You see the struggle
You see the shame
I see the reason I came

 

 

I came for your story
I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees
When I see you

Upgrading works in progress.

Upgrading works are inconvenient. They take away places that once held fond memories, banishing them forever. Instead of cutting across, we now have to walk round the boards, spending extra time and energy. It can be frustrating. Sometimes we may not understand why that’s needed. Everything was alright before the boards came up; upgrading works are not required.

But that’s a narrow and selfish point of view. God intends to transform our lives, not just save us by the skin of our teeth. Upgrading works are required. We’re not perfect till we meet the Father. And meanwhile, there’s much to put up with – in ourselves and in each other, while we are being perfected and refined.

Please be patient and bear with the inconvenience while the works are in progress.

The Lorax

“UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
nothing’s going to get better.  It’s not.” Dr Seuss

Last night I caught a movie alone after class, The Lorax. And as God usually does, He answered my prayer to speak to me through the movie.

The story was simple. A little boy, against all odds, cared enough to plant a seed in a land where there were no more trees. This quote was shown at the closing of the movie, and as it did, a thought came. What do I care about? Do I care about it a whole awful lot? Enough to make a change?

Somehow I feel like my heart has been hardening. I wrote a very lousy poem in my private blog about not being able to be as vulnerable as before, something I used to pride myself on. Perhaps in the same way, life experiences are turning my heart of flesh into a heart of stone.

I find myself unable to answer the question, “what do I care a whole awful lot about?” I feel like perhaps in many ways, I’ve stopped caring. I’ve stopped being vulnerable. I’ve stopped loving.  This is bad for someone who spends much of her time serving in a ministry that must overflow from love.

“Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you sow” was another quote that came to mind.

The movie ended with the boy planting the seed. It was just a seed, not yet a tree. I suppose what jumped out was that I, too eager to harvest, have probably not been watching what I’ve been sowing.

Perhaps I have stopped caring because I’ve been sowing seeds of impatience, wanting people to be transformed overnight, wanting people to be excellent straightaway. Perhaps I’ve stopped caring because I have not been sowing time to be in love, before having to give love.

What kind of seeds will I sow today?

In life you need to get up and do

what God has inspired you to do.

It’s when talking about it a hundred times becomes old

and thinking about it a million times just doesn’t have the same effect

anymore. this is all about doing it, leaving everything behind,

grabbing a few friends and fulfilling dreams. Saying goodbye to the old and

hello freedom. It’s about letting God take control.

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This was on the noticeboard in my DTS class. Recently it’s begun resonating in my spirit again, having chanced upon it while searching for my notes on Lordship.