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Psalm 23… Again

My Shepherd sweet
Meets all my need,
In pastures green,
By quiet stream… Always.

He heals my soul,
Keeps my path whole,
All for the sake
Of His great name… Always.

Though death draw near,
I will not fear,
For You’re my guide,
Right by my side… Always.

Your staff and rod
Give strength, O God!
Provisions flow
Before my foe… Always.

Oil soaks my head.
Your blessings spread,
My cup to fill
To over spill… Always.

Your goodness and
Your mercy stand…
No matter where,
They’ll meet me there… Always.

And I’ll exist,
In You subsist,
Your secret place,
Your house of grace… Always.

Posted on LinkedIn as a response to a recommendation to read

I’m a pretty avid reader (think 3-5 books a week), and I have been since I was five years old. The thing that trips me up about that is that I have found my time consumed by books that DON’T MATTER in the grand scheme of things, primarily because my favorite reading material is sci-fi/fantasy with mystery/thriller/action books a close second. Those things are just stories about fictional characters, and it’s just another kind of addiction/method of escapism. I know this. I have known this for years and years.

I do read non-fictional books as well, although not as many. 98% of those are Christian in nature. When I do read those, I find God speaking to me in a lot of different ways… but even those have not helped me as much as the people recommending those books thought that they would, or that I thought they would (help me, that is).

What I have found, though, is that reading the scripture gives me an almost tangible sense that God is breathing new life into me. Even if it’s something I’ve read repeatedly hundreds of times in my life time (Psalm 23 for example). When I’m desperate for a touch from the Lord, I don’t pick up a book that some really anointed (no sarcasm at all here!) spiritual leader has written. I do go back to the basics and reread the book of Genesis, or Isaiah, or various Psalms, or the gospels, or some of Paul’s letters, or even Revelation (especially when I need hope).

I realize the value in reading, and it is a sorely neglected skill. DO read. Do read recommended books. Maybe something that spoke to the person making the recommendation will speak to you. But first and foremost, READ THE BIBLE. It was my favorite storybook when I was a child, and that’s exactly how I think people forget to read it. We’re always looking for something from God in a verse that we want to speak to us, relevant to our situation. We’re usually studying it to dig out deeper meanings or to find support for things we feel God has put on our hearts.

How often, though, do we just sit down and simply read HIS story? It’s the story of His glory… how often He showed up and moved or spoke or breathed into a situation and changed that situation by simply being there. If you can just take it in, over and over again, then without even intending to do so by human effort, you will find yourself hiding His word in your heart.

Today was one of those days when I woke up flat on my back and couldn’t get up. I couldn’t do anything but lay there and cry for a few hours. But when I talked to the Lord, the scriptures whispered back to me. When I said, “I can’t handle this, Lord,” He said, “My grace is sufficient.” When I thought of how dark my life looks right now, Psalm 23 wandered through my heart: “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me. Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.” When I just wanted to scream that despair was overwhelming me, I heard, “Faith is the substance of things hoped for…” Even now, I keep hearing, “The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? Of whom shall I be afraid?”

Reading matters. Reading the Word matters even more–not just to obtain something for a sermon or a song, not just to find an answer for an argument against Christianity, not just to find something that speaks to us when we’re looking for answers, but just because IT’S GOD’S WORD. When we know it well, He DOES use it to speak back to us when we need it, and He can use it to speak through us for someone else’s benefit in song, sermon, or just daily conversation.

Hope this has been helpful for someone.

On My Bed

I still my mind, when I can’t sleep,
To seek my Lord’s embrace.
He whispers with a voice so sweet,
“Come, tell me all your care.”
With grateful heart I throw it all
Before His throne of grace.
In answer to my Lover’s call,
I give Him every prayer:

The lonely hearts that I can see
And others that I know
Who battle with the enemy…
For grace and peace and rest;
For any who can serve or lead,
From high down to the low,
I feel a need to intercede,
And so, I give my best.

Then finally my heart grows still
And sleep begins to come,
Now I’m content, I’ve done His will.
I let myself succumb.

The Miracle of Flight

The faith of a newly-emerged butterfly cannot be denied
As it stretches forth its wings and trusts to flight
Somehow knowing there is strength once they have dried.
Though it never flew before, it knows it’s made to soar,
So up… up… up… it goes without a second thought
Just trusting its inherent natural form.
I, too, was made to float on the wings of God’s wind.
It is my inherent nature; therefore, I will doubt no more,
But trust instead that I can do what He has made me to do
Without worry or concern that I might not be able to.
I can. I must. I will.

Refusing To Let Go

Though waves wash over me,
Though fire surround me,
Though my enemies attack me from every side,
My eyes, O Lord, stay fixed on You.
There is no other way.
There is no other how.
There is only You, only You, only You.

Though I weep uncontrollably in my failure to understand,
Something in me refuses to let go of You.
I cannot because there is no other I can turn to,
No other worth bowing to,
No other worth clinging to.

In all my weaknesses and failures,
I can only be me,
And I…
I trust You somehow that I cannot explain.
I believe in You, Lord God,
Creator of heaven and earth.

Intercession

When You wake me with Your presence,
Your purpose shines in my heart like a beacon—
Drawing me onward towards Your light,
Weighing my heart with compassion for Your people…
I cannot be still!
I ache for You to reveal Yourself
To those my heart loves,
To those I have known through the years.
It feels like time is so short,
Sometimes I quiver inside with the effort.
The names and faces wander through my heart, and
I feel so desperate for them to wake
To a new awareness of Your reality in their lives!
You can move them, Lord Jesus;
You can shake them, Father God;
You can show them, Holy Spirit,
The authenticity of WHO You are!
So, my lips move in a silent plea,
My spirit aches with a fierce compassion,
Words fail me completely as I groan speechlessly
With a Holy Spirit travail inexpressible any other way—
Till at some point I feel release,
Finding rest again in Your arms.
…And Abba, I invite You to continue to awaken me, too,
Each new day to a greater awareness of You.

Romans 8:26,27

Lullaby

In the violet sky with all its royal hues covering earth below,
I see wispy cloud like invisible wings spread across my vision,
Enfolding all creation in unseen comfort
As distant starlight begins peeping through fading sunlight
In the oncoming rush of night…
Beautiful, splendid brilliance of Your universe unfurled before my eyes.

You hold me close in Your arms—
Quieting my spirit to hear the singing stars,
Cradling me so I can feel Your heartbeat in the pulse of their radiance—
And You let me lean my weary head against Your chest
Till all the colors and sounds melt together into a tranquil lullaby.
Lord Jesus, indeed Your yoke is easy and Your burden light…
Illuminating my soul and my world.

Remembering…

Seems like so long since I came to You
Sat down with You
Spoke here with You
Listened to You

Feels like my ears have been all stopped up
Heart weighted down
Head so freaked out
Thoughts focused in

But somewhere within I still hear You speak
Inside all the noise
Your still, small voice
Whispering peace

Father, please save me from my willful self
Lift up my head
Pour out Your grace
Show me Your face

Most Holy Lord, please flow over me
Blood that redeems
Fire that refines
Word that renews

Change me beyond what I’m able to do
I cannot move
Still I can choose
Bowing to You

Sweetness

The sweetness of Your love touches my lips
And the flavor of grace lifts me
Out of the pit, out of the grave,
Out of the depths of my wandering heart.
You draw me close to Your heart again
(And again and again and again)
Waking my sleeping heart
From the stupor that has held me immobile
This last while…

Hurricane

When sorrow cuts deeper than words can express,
When everything weighs on my soul in distress,
When all that I am cries for someone to hear,
But I find I’m alone once again with my tears,
Still I know in the core of the darkness within
There is One who yet loves me and keeps me with Him.
There are so many times I give in to my doubt,
When I can’t see the light from within or without,
Yet truth must prevail, so I stand up again,
Rememb’ring He loves me in spite of my sin,
For beneath all the noise of the hurricane’s roar,
His voice rumbles through me in solid support.
For I’ve built upon Christ the foundational stone.
No storm can prevail for I know and am known
By the One who created the winds and the waves,
Who says, “Peace, be still,” as He reaches to save.
I still struggle to trust that His promise is true—
That the work He began, He’s yet going to do—
But my God keeps faith when I stumble and fall.
I may weep through the night, but then Joy comes to call.