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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God. --Psalm 42:11 I so often put my hope in the wrong things. I put my hope in people. I put my hope in circumstances. I put my hope in the things that will pass and fade. And I wind up disappointed. Every time. There is a Hope that doesn't disappoint. Oh, how my longing soul needs to be reminded. Charity | 1:51 am Comments-[ comments.]
Thursday, July 09, 2009
By Shel Silverstein I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head. I step very softly, I walk very slow, I can't do a handstand— I might overflow, So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said— I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head. -- *gasp* I know, TWO POSTS IN A ROW! It happens. Charity | 12:31 am Comments-[ comments.]
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
...I'd like to spill out a few of my thoughts. I know that's not always the best idea, especially in such a public form, but I figure I'm most likely only writing to myself anyway. So what's on my heart? Well, I'm thinking about love. Yes, what a girl I am. Always thinking about love. Truly, though, it will not cease to bewilder and amaze me. Love can be such a wonderful, beautiful thing. But so often it is turned into such a painful, difficult thing. Why? Why is one of God's most precious gifts so often distorted and disfigured and disappointing? Almost everyone I know is in some way or another affected by a hardship pertaining to love. And these are not small heartaches; these are instances of sometimes nearly unbearable emotional pain. So, again, why? I was once again reminded in my visit to the Tippecanoe county jail with the Lafayette RPC jail ministry team: we have to go back to the beginning. When one of the women asked why God allows suffering, Mrs. Faris took us all back to Genesis chapter 3, the fall of man. We are sinful and broken, so our dealings with love are tainted by this sin and brokenness. So all the perversions of love are due to sin. I know this. But that doesn't make the reality of it any easier. "To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one..." --C.S. Lewis "For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now. Not only that, but we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body. For we were saved in this hope, but hope that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance. Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose." --Romans 8:18-28 [italics added] What a wonderful thing to know that we can taste of Christ's perfect love in this life and we will know it in fullness in the next life. God is going to turn our pain into something unspeakably glorious. p.s. the time zone is still Australian. Oh well. Charity | 2:37 am Comments-[ comments.] |
My life is not my own, for I belong to Christ.