Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Living Loved


Living Loved

My cousin wrote something thought provoking in his blog the other day. He titled his blog “What I need.” The focus is on when someone breathes life into you through their belief in you and their words to you.

“So you need this cool person nearby to blow some smoke up your trousers. It’s a good smoke, like cherry scented pipe smoke. It’s a sweet smelling scent and it reminds you of what you do well. So you take in a compliment and savor the compliment and roll in the compliment like a dog rolls in something that stinks for whatever reason then runs around like his butts on fire. Like the dog you are infused with life because you are concentrating on what you do well and your chest sticks out a little further and you step a little lighter and the happy thoughts come and you imagine yourself doing great things. Sometimes you allow cool music to play in the background while you are doing these cool things and through some cosmic Dallas cowboy stadium of the universe, people watch……

You will want to find someone and encourage them. You'll want to tell them how they really are because you can see it and they have probably lost sight of it. You can see what they can’t and if they'd just believe you for a few minutes they could see the future for them that you do. They would see themselves setting higher goals, or allowing lesser goals. That little part in them that wants to do more and better but is overshadowed by that little fearful bug that tells them, Nah, you’re ok like you are, you probably couldn't do it anyway, that's for lucky, better people. You might make a mistake in front of everyone and that could be catastrophic and possibly embarrassing- a fate worse than death!

But I would tell you, you know, that thing? That think you've dreamed about, or thought about, that thing that wouldn't take much more energy than your using now, wouldn't take much time, would just take a little more focus, a little more risk, a little more life. Yeah, that thing. You can do it.” Tim Rawlins


After I read Tim’s blog, I heard something that my head just can’t quite let go of. The two seem to go together.

God is not ever cynical or resigned.

Hmmm. I can’t quite get my mind around that. Even knowing he is God, I usually give God attributes that I have or more accurately, burdens that I carry.

Consider the fact that at your most encouraging moment, in those times like Tim talked about – when you really see someone for who they are and who they could be all rolled up in one, that even in those moments you only have a small piece of God’s belief in that person. In his holiness, intense love, and perfection, God is not ever cynical or resigned. When he looks at you or that person you believe in so much, he sees every ounce of their potential, every breathe he has breathed into them, every plan to prosper and not to harm them.

Wow.

To think that God might believe in me ever so much more than I believe in myself is mind-numbing to me. That means when God looks at me, he doesn’t shake his head like I do. He doesn’t think, “Why, oh, why can’t she get it right?” He sees me. The real, intended me. The me who is full of glory and wisdom, beauty and promise. I can’t see that me very often. I can see that in you….it’s easier to see that glory in you and I do want to call it out. I get so excited when I see the intentions of God in your heart. I want to do little dances and sing out all about your strength and beauty and ask everyone I know to come and see the miracle in you. But somehow, it is always a little startling when someone sees in me who God intends me to be. The words and affirmation seem like whispers of God. I usually begin to feel emotional and not very deserving.

Because…I am cynical and resigned. I have to climb out of those cages before I can see God’s heart towards me. It is daily. It’s a conscious discovery of the true nature of God. The true heart of my Father towards me.

Oh, I know he loves me. It’s living in that love that requires a daily embrace.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Beautiful Ending

I have not blogged for a long time. There is not much news on The Well Project front per se. We are still continuing to play every once in awhile and sell cd's. Our church's umbrella, Outward Projects, is still involved deeply in Uganda. Check out www.outwardprojects.com.

I write often on my Facebook page and just thought I'd throw out some food for thought.


Beautiful Ending
by barlowgirl

O, tragedy, you’ve taken so many
Love lost cause they all forgot who you were
And it scares me to think that I would choose my life over you
My selfish heart defines me from you
It tears us apart

So tell me - What is our ending?
Will it be beautiful?
So beautiful?

O why do I let myself let go
Of hands that painted the stars and hold tears that fall
And pride of my heart makes me forget
It’s not me but you who makes the heart beat
I’m lost without you, you dying for me

Will my life find me by your side
Your love is beautiful
So beautiful?

At the end of it all, I want to be in your arms
At the end of it all, I want to be in your arms
At the end of it all, I want to be in your arms

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixj6A_ZIuiI

Close your eyes. Play the above youtube link. Don’t waste time viewing the video. It’s horrible. In my mind, it ruins the song. But the words to this song captured my heart. And I want to tell you why after you hear the song.

Do you ever look around you at people who have walked the journey of loving Jesus ahead of you and wonder “What happened?” I do. Sometimes I see people who seem resigned to life and the chaos it brings, other times I see people who I know at one time were ferverently in love with Jesus now come apart at the seams by some tragedy or pain. Sometimes it’s people taken out by an affair or pornography or divorce or bankruptcy. Or at times the saddest thing is lives lived in such a small way. Consumed by pettiness, small issues, bitterness, or just this sort of sickening apathy. I see people just giving up. Most likely believing it can’t get better so why not just self-medicate, look for small pieces of happiness and let go of hope?

This all sounds like judgement. It isn’t. Not that I’m above that. It’s just not where my heart is. I get it actually. I have many times been at the brink of settling for all that. But so far, by his grace, I am still getting up, hoping for more.

I am thinking of this song…I want a beautiful ending. What pitfalls did the people I am speaking of above not make it through? What is to keep me from living a small life? How do I live in such a way that at the end of it all, I am in his arms? How do I live in his arms now? His love really is so beautiful that my throat gets thick when I really get a glimpse of him.

I think of Leigh Barkalow who said “I want to spend it all and die in his arms.” That picture just slams me.

That is adoration. That is being so moved by the sacrifice of a Father, the love of a Father, the goodness of a Father that nothing else compares to intimacy with Him. And every true beat of my heart cries out for that. It’s just the living life that gets in the way. The day in, day out living that sneaks my own heart away from me, substituting small pleasures, meaningless indulgences for the miraculous and deep love affair with God.

I am praying for a beautiful ending for me, for you, for us all. May we be satisfied with nothing less than a daily love affair with the God of the ages who calls us his friend, his love, his delight. And may this love affair so cause us to have an overflow of love in our hearts, that we can't help but leak his beauty into every aspect of community we belong to.