"Getting old is not for sissies," she tells me as we rise. We have just finished lunch, treating me by sharing the gift card she receives from her kids every year. She celebrated her 75th birthday just a week ago. I nod my head in agreement at her wisdom while moving with hesitation, my tailbone still sore from a hard fall several weeks earlier. I think about my husband, eagerly anticipating having pins removed from his arm in just a couple of days. Certainly, we are beginning to recognize cracks in these mortal vessels.
The new year starts dreary, gray and rainy and wet. It's a good day to sit and stare out the window and reflect. Earlier in the year past, we took time to consider the almost ten years prior. On long pieces of paper spread out on heavy wooden tables, we mapped the journey. We remembered ups and downs, detours and dead ends, sharp turns and roadblocks along the way. In both ministry and in family, we have known celebrations and steep declines and struggles and tragedy, all.
But back in March and now still, nine months later, I recognize our Creator, Redeemer, Savior God who remains faithful, firm and unwavering. The lyrics of a favorite song play in my mind-
I will build my house
Whether storm or drought
On the rock that does not move
I will set my hope
In your love, O Lord
And your faithfulness will prove
You are steadfast, steadfast
("Steadfast" by Sandra McCracken, Leslie Jordan and Josh Silverberg, with adaptations from Henri Nowen)
That is the chorus this sissy wants playing on repeat in the year ahead.
A bloggy place to think out loud. "Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above." (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, v. 3)
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03 December 2017
335/365
DPP 1-
We received the first announcement about the coming concert in September. We bought the tickets in October. We waited through November. Finally the first day of December arrived!
Let me suggest that possibly the Very Best Way to open the Advent season would be to attend a Christmas concert on December 1. Even better, take a car full of youth. Even better, take your faves! (and maybe, even better, take an adult companion... well, maybe next year...)
Have your daughter sit in the navigator's position, or maybe I should say dj's seat, on the front passenger side and have her choose the tunes for the trip. Stop to pick up the girl who just successfully presented her Freshman project (and bring her a Christmas tree and two Advent calendars because that's what she likes). Go have some lunch at Chick-Fil-A. Make a stop to buy a shirt to replace the one that was the unfortunate victim of coffee spillage (note: for the record- this time it was not me! But we'll allow that girl reveal herself...). Convince the tribe to spend a little bit of time at Half Price Books. Wander through Target for gift exchange treats and a box of cereal and a carton of milk (note: that was for the college student, not for me!). Stop to try on Ugly Christmas Sweaters.
Return to campus. Help to fluff the boxed tree. Charge the phone. Decide that 6 people in one half of a dorm room for two hours might be too much. Waste time at Starbucks. Play Hangman by the rules of thedictatorial uber-competitive sister. Laugh out loud!
Eat at Chuy's! Partake of free nachos and chips and salsa and share the Taco-Enchilada plate and feel stuffed. Navigate your way to the concert parking lot. Enjoy that extra trip back and forth over the pretty lit up bridge when you miss the exit ("keep going" can be interpreted several ways, don't you think?). Don't worry about those multiple u-turns on unlit streets or the GPS recalculating or the exasperated navigator next to you. Worry a little bit about the backseat passengers who need the bathroom now. Park the car. Return your daughter's purse to the car. Return your daughter's camera to the car. Enter the arena at your section, center stage! Turn right and climb 26 rows to the Very Very Top of the arena. Be careful not to trip. Settle in for the concert.
And what a concert! The percussion section from For King and Country left us reverberating toe to head. Why do my eyes water when we start? Was it the fog machine? Was it the thrill of that first familiar line, "Come, they told me, pa rum pum pum pum..." Was it the excited faces of my peeps five seats down? We clapped in time and sang along, even when we could not hear ourselves.
In the devotional I am reading this season, the authors remind us of "What is Advent?"
We received the first announcement about the coming concert in September. We bought the tickets in October. We waited through November. Finally the first day of December arrived!
Let me suggest that possibly the Very Best Way to open the Advent season would be to attend a Christmas concert on December 1. Even better, take a car full of youth. Even better, take your faves! (and maybe, even better, take an adult companion... well, maybe next year...)
Have your daughter sit in the navigator's position, or maybe I should say dj's seat, on the front passenger side and have her choose the tunes for the trip. Stop to pick up the girl who just successfully presented her Freshman project (and bring her a Christmas tree and two Advent calendars because that's what she likes). Go have some lunch at Chick-Fil-A. Make a stop to buy a shirt to replace the one that was the unfortunate victim of coffee spillage (note: for the record- this time it was not me! But we'll allow that girl reveal herself...). Convince the tribe to spend a little bit of time at Half Price Books. Wander through Target for gift exchange treats and a box of cereal and a carton of milk (note: that was for the college student, not for me!). Stop to try on Ugly Christmas Sweaters.
Return to campus. Help to fluff the boxed tree. Charge the phone. Decide that 6 people in one half of a dorm room for two hours might be too much. Waste time at Starbucks. Play Hangman by the rules of the
Eat at Chuy's! Partake of free nachos and chips and salsa and share the Taco-Enchilada plate and feel stuffed. Navigate your way to the concert parking lot. Enjoy that extra trip back and forth over the pretty lit up bridge when you miss the exit ("keep going" can be interpreted several ways, don't you think?). Don't worry about those multiple u-turns on unlit streets or the GPS recalculating or the exasperated navigator next to you. Worry a little bit about the backseat passengers who need the bathroom now. Park the car. Return your daughter's purse to the car. Return your daughter's camera to the car. Enter the arena at your section, center stage! Turn right and climb 26 rows to the Very Very Top of the arena. Be careful not to trip. Settle in for the concert.
And what a concert! The percussion section from For King and Country left us reverberating toe to head. Why do my eyes water when we start? Was it the fog machine? Was it the thrill of that first familiar line, "Come, they told me, pa rum pum pum pum..." Was it the excited faces of my peeps five seats down? We clapped in time and sang along, even when we could not hear ourselves.
In the devotional I am reading this season, the authors remind us of "What is Advent?"
During Advent, we remember when our Savior stepped out of eternity into time to take on flesh. He came to live among us and offer His life for us, dying for our sins and rising from the grave. At Christmas, we don't just celebrate that He came; we celebrate why He came.We also anticipate Christ's promised return. After Jesus finished the work He had come to do, He promised He would return to establish His kingdom for all eternity. Celebrating Christmas is an act of worshiping the living Savior who will come again to make all things new. Jesus Christ has come, and He is coming again. This is the heart of Advent.(from Joy to the World, Advent 2017 by She Reads Truth)Celebrating the beginning of the Advent season with A Glorious Christmas tour was indeed glorious.
20 November 2017
314/365
Words and music by Caroline Cobb (ASCAP). Copyright 2017 Sing the Story Music.
CCLI # 7097303. Key: G (Capo 3 E). Tempo: 110. Written March 2015.
Isaiah 40:3-5, 61:1-4, 9:1-2
CCLI # 7097303. Key: G (Capo 3 E). Tempo: 110. Written March 2015.
Isaiah 40:3-5, 61:1-4, 9:1-2
Verse 1:
Pave every road with repentance
Bring the proud heart low
Let the humble heart sing
Break down all your walls, your defenses
Swing wide your gates
For the coming of the king
Bring the proud heart low
Let the humble heart sing
Break down all your walls, your defenses
Swing wide your gates
For the coming of the king
Verse 2:
Lo, he has come to rebuild the ruins
Lo, he has come set them captives free
I know he has come
To bind up the broken
It's the year of his favor
The year of Jubilee
Lo, he has come set them captives free
I know he has come
To bind up the broken
It's the year of his favor
The year of Jubilee
Verse 3:
People livin' in the darkness
Lift up your heads and see the sun
I see a new day dawnin'
It brings good news for everyone
Lift up your heads and see the sun
I see a new day dawnin'
It brings good news for everyone
Bridge (2x):
I see the sun risin’
I see the sun risin’
I see the sun risin’
I see the sun risin’
I see the sun risin’
Verse 4:
One day we'll all hear a trumpet
He will return with reckoning
I'll follow my king into glory
Who here is comin with me?
Who here is comin’ with me?
Who here is comin’ with me? Yeah!
He will return with reckoning
I'll follow my king into glory
Who here is comin with me?
Who here is comin’ with me?
Who here is comin’ with me? Yeah!
Bridge (2x):
I see the sun risin’
I see the sun risin’
I see the sun risin’
I see the sun risin’
I see the sun risin’
Outro (2x):
Get up, get ready
Get up, get ready
Get up, get ready
For the king to come
Get up, get ready
Get up, get ready
For the king to come
Who here is comin’ with me?
14 November 2017
306/365
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky;
And the tears that I cried for that woman are going to flood you Big River,
Then I'm going to sit right here until I die.
- Johnny Cash, "Big River" (1957)
We cross the border between Iowa and Wisconsin just so we could drive the road alongside the Mississippi River. The Big River runs 2350 miles top to bottom, from the Minnesota headwaters at Lake Itasca to its destination end at the Gulf of Mexico near New Orleans. The Mississippi/Missouri river system ranks as the fourth longest river system in the world. But at this stretch along the way, it seems difficult to believe that these meandering waters creating only a series of ripples along the way could ever make it that far. The skies have turned gray and rather gloomy by the time we reach the lookout point on the side of the road, the sun not far from day's end. Those old lyrics and Cash's deep baritone voice run through my head, a familiar refrain that today found exactly its own place in time.
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky;
And the tears that I cried for that woman are going to flood you Big River,
Then I'm going to sit right here until I die.
- Johnny Cash, "Big River" (1957)
We cross the border between Iowa and Wisconsin just so we could drive the road alongside the Mississippi River. The Big River runs 2350 miles top to bottom, from the Minnesota headwaters at Lake Itasca to its destination end at the Gulf of Mexico near New Orleans. The Mississippi/Missouri river system ranks as the fourth longest river system in the world. But at this stretch along the way, it seems difficult to believe that these meandering waters creating only a series of ripples along the way could ever make it that far. The skies have turned gray and rather gloomy by the time we reach the lookout point on the side of the road, the sun not far from day's end. Those old lyrics and Cash's deep baritone voice run through my head, a familiar refrain that today found exactly its own place in time.
26 October 2017
297/365
What love could remember no wrongs we have done
Omniscient, all knowing, He counts not their sum
Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
What patience would wait as we constantly roam
What Father, so tender, is calling us home
He welcomes the weakest, the vilest, the poor
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
What riches of kindness he lavished on us
His blood was the payment, His life was the cost
We stood 'neath a debt we could never afford
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
Praise the Lord
His mercy is more
Stronger than darkness, new every morn
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
- "His Mercy is More," by Matt Papa
Omniscient, all knowing, He counts not their sum
Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
What patience would wait as we constantly roam
What Father, so tender, is calling us home
He welcomes the weakest, the vilest, the poor
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
What riches of kindness he lavished on us
His blood was the payment, His life was the cost
We stood 'neath a debt we could never afford
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
Praise the Lord
His mercy is more
Stronger than darkness, new every morn
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
- "His Mercy is More," by Matt Papa
08 April 2017
96/365
Spring Fling prep in high gear and we were getting close to finishing. When she came across the darkened room crying, I really thought that they were tears of laughter. I really thought they were because of my version of Total Eclipse of the Heart. Let's be honest, Bonnie Tyler I am not, though "every now and then I fall apart" is not all that inaccurate...
But as is most often the case, it wasn't about me. Goodness, a staple gun misfired into the palm is worthy of a few tears. And even a ride home.
"Turn around bright eyes..."
:-)
(and the goat picture? What cuteness! Wouldn't you post a photo of baby goat too?)
But as is most often the case, it wasn't about me. Goodness, a staple gun misfired into the palm is worthy of a few tears. And even a ride home.
"Turn around bright eyes..."
:-)
(and the goat picture? What cuteness! Wouldn't you post a photo of baby goat too?)
04 January 2017
3/365
It is not the arithmetic of our prayers — how many they be;
nor the rhetoric of our prayers — how eloquent they be;
nor their geometry — how long they be;
nor their music — how sweet their voice may be;
nor their logic — how argumentative they be;
nor yet their method — how orderly they be;
nor even their divinity — how good their doctrine may be, which God cares for:
but it is the fervency of spirit which availeth much.
(Bishop Joseph Hall, 1808)
(from "Seven Steps to Strengthen Prayer" by Bonnie McKernan on the Desiring God blog)
I think about the new year and new mercies and how to pray-
that I would recognize God's glory all around me,
that I would daily know and share His grace and steadfast lovingkindness,
that I would be His messenger, in word and in deed, to hungry world searching for hope,
that I would be quick to confess and quick to repent and quick to cry out, "I believe; help my unbelief."
nor the rhetoric of our prayers — how eloquent they be;
nor their geometry — how long they be;
nor their music — how sweet their voice may be;
nor their logic — how argumentative they be;
nor yet their method — how orderly they be;
nor even their divinity — how good their doctrine may be, which God cares for:
but it is the fervency of spirit which availeth much.
(Bishop Joseph Hall, 1808)
(from "Seven Steps to Strengthen Prayer" by Bonnie McKernan on the Desiring God blog)
I think about the new year and new mercies and how to pray-
that I would recognize God's glory all around me,
that I would daily know and share His grace and steadfast lovingkindness,
that I would be His messenger, in word and in deed, to hungry world searching for hope,
that I would be quick to confess and quick to repent and quick to cry out, "I believe; help my unbelief."
31 October 2016
304/366
Dios era omnipotente y ya reina
(Aleluya, aleluya, aleluya, aleluya)
- Handel's Messiah (Spanish)
Thank you Grace Reformation Chorus for a wonderful evening of music and fellowship.
Our God reigns!
(Aleluya, aleluya, aleluya, aleluya)
- Handel's Messiah (Spanish)
Thank you Grace Reformation Chorus for a wonderful evening of music and fellowship.
Our God reigns!
24 September 2016
266/366
The dark is just a canvas
For Your grace and brightness
You're the song
You're the song
Of our hearts
- Rend Collective, "Joy"
(and how I love it when the playlist fits the moment...!)
For Your grace and brightness
You're the song
You're the song
Of our hearts
- Rend Collective, "Joy"
(and how I love it when the playlist fits the moment...!)
27 April 2016
116/366
Now's the time for sitting, spinning,
threads for the finest clothes...
- "Spinning Song from Kashmir"
The choir lyrics from years past echo in my memories.
threads for the finest clothes...
- "Spinning Song from Kashmir"
The choir lyrics from years past echo in my memories.
13 April 2016
99/366
I believe in a peace that flows deeper than pain
That broken find healing in love
Pain is no measure of his faithfulness
He withholds no good thing from us
No good thing from us, no good thing from us
- "Open My Hands," by Sara Groves
Everytime I walk in, I see more possibilities for the future and what this place could look like, full and overflowing...
That broken find healing in love
Pain is no measure of his faithfulness
He withholds no good thing from us
No good thing from us, no good thing from us
- "Open My Hands," by Sara Groves
Everytime I walk in, I see more possibilities for the future and what this place could look like, full and overflowing...
07 March 2016
65/366
Oh my God hear my cry
From the depths I call out to you
You give your mercy and light
In the dark, in the wilderness
Chorus
My soul finds rest in God alone
My salvation comes from him
My soul finds rest, God is my home
I will not be shaken, I will not be shaken.
You are my shield and my strength
Train my feet for this battle
Our God is mighty to save
I will wait, I will wait for him (Chorus)
O my strength, I sing praise to you
O my strength, I sing praise to you
In joy or pain, I sing praise to you
Night or day, I sing praise to you (Chorus)
- "My Soul Finds Rest (Psalm 62) by Sandra McCracken
From the depths I call out to you
You give your mercy and light
In the dark, in the wilderness
Chorus
My soul finds rest in God alone
My salvation comes from him
My soul finds rest, God is my home
I will not be shaken, I will not be shaken.
You are my shield and my strength
Train my feet for this battle
Our God is mighty to save
I will wait, I will wait for him (Chorus)
O my strength, I sing praise to you
O my strength, I sing praise to you
In joy or pain, I sing praise to you
Night or day, I sing praise to you (Chorus)
- "My Soul Finds Rest (Psalm 62) by Sandra McCracken
02 March 2016
62/366
Some hearts are built on a floodplain
Keeping one eye on the sky for rain
You work for the ground that gets washed away
When you live closer
Closer to the life and the ebb and flow
Closer to the edge of I don’t know
Closer to that’s the way it goes
Some hearts are built on a floodplain
And it’s easy to sigh on a high bluff
Look down and ask when you’ve had enough
Will you have the sense to come on up
Or will you stay closer
Closer to the danger and the rolling deep
Closer to the run and the losing streak
And what brings us to our knees
Some hearts live here
Oh the river it rushes to madness
And the water it spreads like sadness
And there’s no high ground
And there’s no high ground
Closer to the danger and the rolling deep
Closer to the run and the losing streak
And what brings us to our knees
Closer to the life and the ebb and flow
Closer to the edge of I don’t know
Closer to Lord please send a boat
Some hearts are built here
30 January 2016
29/366
on the Running Playlist today-
while there's breath in my lungs,
I will praise you, Lord.
(from "Joy of the Lord," by the Rend Collective)
while there's breath in my lungs,
I will praise you, Lord.
(from "Joy of the Lord," by the Rend Collective)
16 January 2016
15/366
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above,
join with all nature in manifold witness
to thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.
- "Great is Thy Faithfulness," Thomas O. Chisholm, 1923
join with all nature in manifold witness
to thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.
- "Great is Thy Faithfulness," Thomas O. Chisholm, 1923
13 January 2016
12/366
There’s a way that seems right to a man
Until he’s in over head and he don’t understand
How the plans he made only led him astray
But every good gift comes down from above
From the Lord of light like a labor of love
Upon the child who waits for Him
Sometimes you’ll find what you’re waiting for
Was there all along just waiting for you
To turn around and reconcile
And it may be broken down
All the bridges burned like an old ghost town
But this my son can be made new
It’s gonna be alright
Shake it out and let back in the light
And joy will come
Like a bird in the morning sun
And all will be made well
And all will be made well
And all will be made well
Once again
- "Morning Light" by Josh Garrels
Until he’s in over head and he don’t understand
How the plans he made only led him astray
But every good gift comes down from above
From the Lord of light like a labor of love
Upon the child who waits for Him
Sometimes you’ll find what you’re waiting for
Was there all along just waiting for you
To turn around and reconcile
And it may be broken down
All the bridges burned like an old ghost town
But this my son can be made new
It’s gonna be alright
Shake it out and let back in the light
And joy will come
Like a bird in the morning sun
And all will be made well
And all will be made well
And all will be made well
Once again
- "Morning Light" by Josh Garrels
07 January 2016
2/366
O Trinity of blessed light,
O Unity of princely might,
The fiery sun now goes his way;
Shed Thou within our hearts Thy ray.
O Unity of princely might,
The fiery sun now goes his way;
Shed Thou within our hearts Thy ray.
To Thee our morning song of praise,
To Thee our evening prayer we raise;
Thy glory suppliant we adore
Forever and forevermore.
To Thee our evening prayer we raise;
Thy glory suppliant we adore
Forever and forevermore.
All laud to God the Father be;
All praise, Eternal Son, to Thee;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To God the Holy Paraclete
All praise, Eternal Son, to Thee;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To God the Holy Paraclete
- O Lux beata Trinitas, a hymn of Ambrose
03 November 2015
306/365
I feel the pleasure of my Lord when I'm in stride
For the glory of the Lord is man who is completely alive
- "Run" by Josh Garrels, from Love & War: B-Sides & Remixes EP, released July 5, 2012
Thankful for a cool morning, a bright sunrise, a playlist that makes me smile, feet to carry me, and enough aches to remind me that I am fully His.
For the glory of the Lord is man who is completely alive
- "Run" by Josh Garrels, from Love & War: B-Sides & Remixes EP, released July 5, 2012
Thankful for a cool morning, a bright sunrise, a playlist that makes me smile, feet to carry me, and enough aches to remind me that I am fully His.
26 September 2015
258/365
Travel days morph together. A fog settles over our sleepy brains and it is hard to know when one day ends and the next one starts. But coffee in any culture is a balm, and it's impossible to be in Turkey without humming
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul not Constantinople
Been a long time gone
Old Constantinople's still has Turkish delight
On a moonlight night.
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul not Constantinople
Been a long time gone
Old Constantinople's still has Turkish delight
On a moonlight night.
24 September 2015
256/365
De las sierras morenas, Cielito Lindo, vienen bajando.
Un par de ojitos negros, Cielito lindo, de contrabando.
Ay, ay, ay, ay canta y no llores,
Porque cantando se alegran, Cielito Lindo, los corazones.
Una flecha en el aire, Cielito Lindo, tiró Cupido.
Él la tiró jugando, Cielito Lindo y a mà me ha herido.
De tu casa a la mÃa, Cielito Lindo, solo hay un paso
Ahora que estamos solos, Cielito lindo, dame un abrazo.
Ay, ay, ay, ay canta y no llores,
Porque cantando se alegran, Cielito Lindo, los corazones.
- "Cielito Lindo," popular Mexican song
Posole and friends and neighbors and song to celebrate Mexican Independence Day with our brothers and sisters from a bit south.
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