Psalm 84

1 How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty! 2 My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. 3 Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young-- a place near your altar, O Lord Almighty, my King and my God. 4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you. Selah 5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. 6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. 7 They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion.

8 Hear my prayer, O Lord God Almighty; listen to me, O God of Jacob. Selah 9 Look upon our shield, O God; look with favor on your anointed one. 10 Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere; I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked. 11 For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord bestows favor and honor; no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless. 12 O Lord Almighty, blessed is the man who trusts in you.

what a reminder..please watch this..


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

i dont want to watch
i dont want to move
i just want to listen
to the stillness of this moment
to the beauty of each heart beat
handed patiently
each second
to me.
i just want to feel you
taste the words
from your mouth
i run away from the others
and fall into your arms.
i dont want to hear accounts stories and testimonies
be encouraged and cry with emotions
i just want your voice
your truth
your sound
to reign.
i dont need a good word a good sound a good talk
i just need the true Word this true life
from you.
My King i am here.
AND WANT NOTHING MORE
then your eyes to gaze upon me
your words to heal and guide me
and your hands to lead me.
you are-the God of all comfort.

Lord let your love alone compel me....

may 20,2008

i am scrubbed clean.
but outside is so appealing.
is dirt really dirty?
i dont think so.
the colors are brilliant.
the sky is singing a song.
with a breeze that waves back and forth..
i think im welcomed..
i let this song lay me in a bed
of green grass and home of ants.
they dont mind.
and neither do i.
my eyes are alive.
with the clouds and trees plastered againt a clear sky..
maybe this is what we were made for.
to be in wonder.

your absense (11/24/08)

my heart
is beating
and coming out of my chest
sinks low in my stomach
raises high to my throat
i want to throw it up
and let the sickness disappear.
when my eyes close
i see you.
and i cant anymore.
when i walk on a cloudy, chilly day
the trees all dead reaching helplessly
upward
for a taste of sun,
i wince as i see a reflection
of me inside their hollow branches,
searching.
if when i lay
and close my eyes,
walk under crystal skies,
laugh with low expectations,
and sit with shallow breathes,
i didn't see
your caring hands
grabbing the ends of my fingers
whispered words
and honest feelings.
creases around your smile,
and eyes glimmering with
tears of passion-
maybe i could ramble
through life's everydays,
with out the deafening
sound
of your absence.

Awake (oct 21, 2008) (old stuff----but feels like today).

God
Maker
I write in vain tonight
i ask questions, I have no answers
I slip off my chair and cry
for humanity
i cant reach
my hands and feet are stuck
beneath the weight of my
lack
of understanding
i let confusion trick me
and thoughts invade my head, my eyes
blur at the thought of not knowing
who you are and what you said
why do i question
your love
so deep?
i want to hold on but i am feeling out of reach
i am closed. i am cold. i am void of knowledge.
yet if i were to attain it
my answer would not be found
books lie, dust covered and useless.
a smart mind and many words
will not gain your approval.
in my fury, in my fight
in my plight, i wont acquire your ways
they are higher than mine,
me the created.
i cant fathom you divine.
i yell.
but no one can hear.
but you my King
bend down your ear,
to hear the cry of your daughter,
a heart crushed
to seek her Father
and know His love.
open the door
and show me your wisdom.
hold my heart secure,
in the bonds of
your Shepherd hands.
the walls of my mind
stay closed-
i await for you-
to whisper peace and understanding
into the empty corners of fractured words and skewed thoughts.
author.
perfecter of all i believe
i await your story.
let me see it through your eyes-
mine are tainted
mine are poor.
i see hazes and figures, but nothing sure.
questions; they slide between my tears.
shine your face upon me
i am in need
find me here.

Luke 10:38-42

38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. 40 But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" 41 "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."