I, the Sky, and Spring

Branches are etched in the sky.
deep silhouettes, skinny
bare from winter.  They are cold
shivering in Spring winds–
merciful, strong, creative winds:
full-armed winds.

hatches,

hatches of black
on luminous, healthy blue.
The sky says, “Bring me your winter hurts, your aches,
your old bearing down.
I, the Sky, and Spring, will make you new.”

The branches are etching themselves in the sky.

Natural Freedom

It was a big deal to me when I first read that nothing, absolutely nothing, could separate me from the love of God.  This very large idea set on the table of Romans 8:38-39 resonated with a very large desire: to be loved no matter the circumstances.

I once asked my parents if they would love me even if I became a drug addict.  They responded, “You’ll never do that.”  I was dissatisfied.  I wanted to know if they would love me in depravity.  When pushed, they gave way to my set up and said, “Of course.  We will always love you.”  When I asked this question of God, he responded that there was no thing that could separate me from his love.  “Neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (NKJV)* 

My only question as a young Christian was “Why, then, do I not feel loved?”  This answer to this is multi-faceted and a long history of me, but there is one important aspect to remember, true then and today.  Although the love of God is ever present, seeking me, I can create obstacles that hinder my experience of God’s love.

Consider stepping back a bit in Romans 8 to verse 20:

“For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it to 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.” 

We are like creation in that we were once subjected to futility, a purposeless, unfruitful existence.  Now, with the work of Christ, defeating principalities and releasing our spirits from the bondage of futility, we can be fruitful and life-giving in our spirits.  But we still have our bodies which “groan within ourselves.”

The body: My flesh and mind get in the way of my spirit, my true self.  I have long, and often, said that walking a Christian life is allowing your spirit to be its natural self.  My spirit naturally longs to walk with God.  To know God’s thoughts toward me, about me, toward others, and about others.  My spirit was created for God.  In some ways, you could say God is my soulmate.  However, I sit here at my desk subjected to a physical life.  My spirit is free to live its natural life, but my body has its current subjected condition to deal with.

Sometimes my body is tired or frustrated or my mind is bombarded with thoughts in “enmity against God.”  (Romans 8:6)  However, these things I can put off by the release Christ gave and the hope God set forth even at the beginning of time.  Like creation, we are subjected “in hope.” (verse 20) And we are “saved in this hope.”  If I am downhearted not seeing my Lord each day, I remember that “hope that is seen is not hope…but if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance.”

So I pick up my body and my mind and set them aside.  I allow my spirit to walk through Christ’s redemption and into God’s love and communion.  It is precisely this act of setting aside my carnality that tells me, oh I am hopeful.  I am persevering towards God’s glory.

This is my part in my spirit’s freedom.  Pick up the weights and cast them aside.  “As you therefore have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him and established in the faith, as you have been taught, abounding in it with thanksgiving.”  (Colossians 2:6)

Since then I have been taught that nothing can separate me from the love of God, neither should I separate myself.  I know truth that God loves me, so I walk in it, rejoice in it, and find my most natural freedom in it.

*A similar list is found in Colossians 2 speaking of those things which Christ disarmed and triumphed over in the cross.

Increase is Preparation

Looking to my future, I see much change.  I see requirements increasingly different than those in my life today.  I also see increase itself.  Increase in responsibility–an oddly overused word in my life, so much that I don’t always know what it means anymore.  Increase in love, in generosity, in humility, in forgiveness, in selflessness.  The details of these are initially secondary to the fact that I see them.

This is why aim high now.  This is why I now seek increase.  Increase is preparation for increase.  Didn’t the Lord tell us that to whom much is given much will be expected?  This principle applies even now.  I have time to increase my spirit’s connection to God, my heart’s connection to others, and my own connection to my body and mind.  I have time to engage the strength of purpose already given me.  If I do this, if I am thorough with the actions of increase, I will see a stronger set of power in the future.

Cinderella sang that a dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.  In dreams you will loose your heartache, whatever you wish for you keep.  Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come shinning through.  No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.  I sang the tune even today.  Yet, the truth is that there is more to realizing dreams than simply believing them.  Cinderella couldn’t have fallen in love with the Prince if she had never learned to dance.  Dreams come true in large part because we work toward them.  We position ourselves ready to catch the dreaming star passing our way.  We must be engaged in our dreams, not simply wishing our nights away.

And when the dream is coming true, it will be intense and big and beautiful.  It will come true in hours of great wakefulness.  It will be uncovered, discovered, dusted off, made new, altered, analyzed, and solidified.  All of this through joyful laughter, distressing tears, fear and trust.

Oh, how clearly I need preparation and an increase of power.  As I look to the future, there is more greatness and wonder to be known.  There is increase; let me thus increase my strengths now.

The Power of the March

Somewhere, out of nothing noticeable, March became my power month.  After two months of a 04:40 alarm and a 21:30 bedtime, I was seeing growth, but wishing still for more time.  Instead of getting upset with time “lost” like I would have three years ago, I squeezed what I could out of February, completed some long-incomplete projects, and set my mind for a new month–a fresh and intentional start.  I opted for a powerful 31 days of March.

I have wonderful plans.  Oh, yes.  They include increases in reading, writing, studying the Word and relationships, and studying music theory with my students.  Oh, yes, and longer workouts, resting more fully, and enjoying my family more completely.  Just a few basic goals.

But before I roll my eyes at myself, I am stopping to engage my heart.  Why do I want increase?  Why must I aim so high?  Will this focus wear me out or build me up?  When power is sought, from where does it come?

Let the journey begin.

Watch for a few choosy book titles, exercise stories, Bible studies, success stories and homey events.

Success #1: I paid my March bills today.
Success #2: I e-mailed my sisters twice in two days.  “Dear Ladies…”

Home is in the Heart

The road home

If home is where your heart is, please carry me in your heart
like I carry you
in my heart.

(February 21, 2010)

Naphtalia
with a brief, but prominent nod to e.e. cummings.

Dear God of the Day

Dear God of the Day:
Although I run late once
again, trying to find the
balance of all my new year’s
goals and aims and deep wishes,
I pause enough
to read your word
and say to you,
“I look forward to seeing all
that you do today, this day,
Your day.”
Take this day and show Yourself
God.

Full Circle

Last January 5, I wrote a poem reflecting on my prayer time.  I had been about to mumble on to the Lord to remember me in the midst of my sister’s good life, but was stopped by the Spirit to simply give thanks.  God said, “Be thankful.  That is all you need.  I will always remember you.”  Today, I know I am remembered by God as my unspoken prayers are answered.  Now as I read that same day in my devotional, the words rise from the page to create a new prayer in my heart.  Instead of asking God to remember me, I am asking him to care for me as a shepherd.  And I’m asking him to help me care for what he has put in my hands, a blessing to be remembered.

Sugar Sugar Song

I just kind of thought [for some reason] this clip of Haley Bonar [fellow Minnesota songwriter] would be an appropriate song of the week.  *heart*

Bits and Pieces

Minneapolis, Minnesota

Tonight I pack my bits and pieces into a suitcase.
It is not the suitcase [nor the travel] that makes them a semblance of a whole.
It is not a semblance.
It is whole before I zip the zipper; the bits and pieces are whole
bits and pieces, bites of me,
recipe.
Tonight there is a suitcase full of me, each part as whole as the next,
creating in me one ready to journey with a full and whole heart.

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