I get to sit and write today!!!

I have no idea what to write.  I do not have some amazing revelation or epiphany today.  No scripture verse is on my mind at the moment or 21 step process to solving the world's problems. I wish I could write something profound.  I wish what I had to say would change the world.  Yet, I realize I am nothing on my own.  I just pray that as the words I write are read, something changes in me for the better and someone else is blessed.

I listen to a song about sinking on a ship and boy do I know that feeling of panic lately.  Its like I know where I am going.  I know that when I get there, it will be beautiful.  I know there is a process of getting past the waves to paradise, but there are days I feel I am drowning, gulping water. 

Before you feel sorry for me, please know, I HAVE to go through this season.

We all do. 

It's the labor process.  The moment before dreams become reality.  When God's dreams for yourself are nothing like you planned, but better than you could imagine. And I remember.  I remember the promises, the dreams, the other seasons - how I was rescued from drowning and set upon a rock.  

As I come through this season, I am refined.  It's like a piece of pottery on a wheel, molded by the master crafter's hand.  As sifting and filtering takes place, something beautiful, transparent is formed. I know what is happening and I have no control, I sit here while He speaks words of life to me.  I want to fight, I want to quit, and then I stop to hear the words from a mouth that spoke the world into existence.

"Those waves that almost took you under, will be the waves you walk upon" 
"The pain of labor will end in life beautiful"
"The sifting of the impurities, the heat and fire will produce transparent gold"
"The stubborn clay, will become a masterpiece"
"The wind that chills you will lift you to flight"

And I realize the truth of the upside down kingdom of God in my life.  All the suffering suddenly makes sense.  And the taste of freedom reaches my tongue.  How in the middle of the most trying, difficult time do I feel I could soar?  Because it is in this season, that my feet are planted and He becomes my source.  

It is in these times, that we realize our frailty, or pride, and our dependance on the very one who made us.

And though I know it is not all about me,

 I also know He can work through me.

I am confident in Him.  I am in Him and He is in me.  Christ in me, the hope of glory.


My feet are planted, like a tree.   Though tossed by the torrential wind, I still stand

I am a work of art in the Master's hand  

I am squeezed and shaped,  And there is peace

 Because I know there is an end to this season,

And new life has sprung