Showing posts with label sweet sundays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sweet sundays. Show all posts


come and gather...

Sunday, August 29, 2010


The River brian doerksen
To the river I am going
Bringing sins I cannot bear

Come and cleanse me, come forgive me
Lord I need to meet you there

In these waters, healing mercy
Flows with freedom from despair

I am going, to that river
Lord I need to meet you there

Precious Jesus, I am ready

To surrender every care

Take my hand now, lead me closer

Lord I need to meet you there

Come and join us, in the river
Come find life beyond compare

He is calling, He is waiting
Jesus longs to meet you there

tony, today i stood and watched you make a public confession of your faith in Jesus Christ. 
i cried as i watched you come up out the water with all the symbolism that mingled with the remnants of the river pouring down off of your face. 
i cried as i watched the joy on your face; the peace, the light that radiated off of you from this decision.
i love you.  i was so proud of you today.  so thankful that i had the honor to stand on the banks of a river and watch you identify yourself with Jesus before friends, family and most importantly our children.

i am so incredibly proud to be your wife and to call you my husband.









sweet sundays...

Monday, August 23, 2010

on a monday.

how deep the Father's love for us


How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure
That he should give his only son, to make a wretch his treasure
How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turned his face away
As wounds which mar the chosen one, bring many sons to glory

Behold the man upon a cross, my sin upon his shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held him there until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life; I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything: no gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ; his death and resurrection
Why should I gain from his reward? I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart: his wounds have paid my ransom





tears, tears and more tears....

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

i think there are times when He allows us to come to the end of ourselves.  to feel so utterly broken that there is nothing left of *us* so He can come in and minister and touch our lives and change us.

each one of you have been His touch on my life in the last 2 days.  through your words, your emails, your nearness while i have felt so...emptied.

because trust me, there has been some empty-in'!

and yet, even in this painfull process, He, in His amazing love and mercy, used you.

thank you...

this morning has dawned bright and sunny.  He gave me a gift of a couldy day yesterday (which, if you know me, you'll know rainy days are my favorite...), but has brought the sun back in all its glory.

and while this sweet sunday song is a couple of days late, i woke up to these words He whispered in my ears. reminding me of a time when He gave this song to me to me in a powerful way just before another season of brokenness many years ago. i've included the lyrics here and i'll put a link to the youtube video below.  just to warn you though, it's an oldie.  nothing fancy or current in this song.

but it's beauty is in the words about my Jesus...

it's beauty is in the nothingness of me and the everything-ness of Him.

it's beauty is in His love given, in His mercy poured out.

for you.  for me...

broken and spilled out

one day a plain village woman
driven by love for her Lord
recklessly poured out a valuble essence
diregarding the scorn
and once it was broken and spilled out
a fragrance filled all the room
like a prisoner released from his shakles
like a spirit set free from the tomb

broken and spilled out
just for love of You, Jesus
my most precious treasure
lavished on Thee
broken and spilled out
and laid at your feet
in sweet abandon
let me be spilled out
and used up for Thee

Lord, You were God's precious Treasure
His loved and His own perfect Son
sent here to show me the love of the Father
just for love it was done
and though You were perfect and holy
You gave up Yourself willingly
You spared no expense for my pardon
You were used and wasted for me

broken and spilled out
just for love of me, Jesus
God's most precious treasure
lavished on me
broken and spilled out
and poured at my feet
in sweet abandon
Lord You were spilled out
and used up for me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPXAju9z7Cs


today, i stood...

Sunday, July 18, 2010

on the spot my husband stood six and a half months ago.

today, i cried as i listened, as i threaded my arm through his,  as i finally saw what my mind had only imagined.

today, i bent down low and saw amidst the foliage that had carefully guarded tony's footprint for all these months,  the exact spot where he had stood six and a half months ago and wrapped his arms around his dad and whispered his sad goodbye.

and it was at that moment, with my face close to the ground that He whispered my sweet sunday song into my ears...

We Are Standing On Holy Ground- Bill Gaither

Verse 1
When I walk through the doors I sensed His presence
And I knew this was a place where love abounds
For this is a temple the God we love abides here
Oh we are standing in His presence on holy ground

(chorus)
We are standing on holy ground
For I know that there are angels all around
Let us praise Jesus now
For we are standing in His presence on holy ground

Verse 2
In His presence I know there is joy beyond all measure
And at His feet sweet peace of mind can still be found

For when we have a need He is still the answer
Reach out and claim it for we are standing on holy ground

(chorus)
We are standing on holy ground
For I know that there are angels all around
Let us praise Jesus now
For we are standing in His presence on holy ground

Let us praise Jesus now
For we are standing in hHis presence on holy ground 

yes, today i stood on the ground that bore testament to the fact that a huge piece of our hearts is gone.

but you know what?  the ground under where tony had stood all those months ago, that was icy and cold was now covered with roses.  beautiful, wild, dark, rich, pink roses, reminding me of the sacrifice that Jesus had made Himself for tony's dad, for his children...for me and for you. reminding me of the beauty of His grace that covers the ugliness of sin.

and because of that sacrifice, because of His grace...and because of the choice to trust in His gift of salvation, as i stood next to tony's footprint i realized that i was standing on the spot where Jesus welcomed my father-in-law Home.

today, in the midst of deep soul pain and breath-taking beauty, i have stood on Holy Ground.


they are wobbly, and this post is long...

Sunday, July 11, 2010

today was hot.  not just warm, or uncomfortable.  today was hot.  i was sitting in my chair by the open window after putting my little ones to bed, dozing slightly when a cool breeze burst through the screen and caught my attention.

it was time to write.

i say that because i've felt the words deep down in my spirit for the last couple of days, but i've been putting it off.  sheer exhaustion is a culprit  (yes, even on an extended vacation...:)).  but so is another feeling.

i wrote one of my sisters yesterday that i was feeling antsy.  at first, i misinterpreted the feeling as boredom, but no, i know now that the feeling that has been dogging my every step is the one that has left me feeling...antsy.

elias is now walking.  not "walking" walking, but wobbly walking.  most times he takes 7 steps before he lunges forward and connects with either a chair, a person, a table or the ground.  it's completely and utterly adorable.  i sit and i clap ridiculously, even get the other people in the room to join me in cheering him on in even the tiniest accomplishment.

and he grins.

oh, my.  he grins.

he knows that he has made his mama proud.

those precious feet make me want to cry and cheer and hold on to him and help him move forward all at the same time.

there are times that i don't know how one heart can hold such emotion without exploding.

hmmm, but what does that have to do with my need to write?

2 reasons.  but only one that i feel comfortable writing about now.  the other...the other is too raw, too new, too hard right now.  but, it's an obvious path that He is wanting me to take, and so, when the time is right, i can't imagine not writing about it.  but for now...

i'm wobbly.

i read somewhere of a woman who described herself as a late bloomer.  converted at the tender age of 6, she has gone through many stages of growth as a christian.  and it is only now, in her late 30's that she is consistent in her walk with Jesus, consistently feeling His leading, consistently growing in her knowledge of and intimacy with Him.

now, i'm not in my late 30's (i would just like to clarify), and i accepted Jesus into my life when i was 4, but i can relate to her belated blooming.

my earliest memories are of playing "grocery store" and having Jesus as my most faithful customer.  He really liked tomatoes and chocolate.  archie and jughead were next in line, but some of my best conversations with Jesus happened when He decided he had a hankering for some "smarties".

and then, so quickly, shame entered my life.  my innocence was taken, silence was "encouraged" and my life changed completely.

i still remember, sitting in my grade 4 classroom wondering what it would be like to be like the other girls around me.  to not "know" what i knew.  to be clean and pure.

to be innocent.

i can't say for certain that it was those years that i was used for another's pleasure that caused me to ebb and flow in my relationship with Jesus.  i never doubted His presence in my life.  i never doubted that He was God or that i believed in Him.  for whatever reason, as unworthy as i felt, i didn't want to ever let Him go.

even in those moments when i tried desperately to find my worth in another.  whether it was friendships, whether it was in musical performance, whether it was in my ability to make other people laugh...or whether it was in being worth something, anything to a man.

it was in the last few years before my Heavenly Father brought tony in to my life that i nearly threw everything away, i was just that desperate to know that i had worth.  i guess that is where the distrust in Christ that i had denied for so long reared it's ugly head.  as ugly as what had happened to me had been, i believed that i was uglier still.  too ugly for the King of Heaven to redeem.

that makes me want to sit and cry just reading that.  because there are still moments that i believe that lie.  there are still moments when i sit in a church auditorium, surrounded by believers that i still feel that i'm tainted.  that my spirit is so ugly, He could never meet me there.

this morning was one of those mornings.  tony leaned in close and whispered, "you look worried".  so many emotions were just barely swimming under the surface and i could hardly breathe.

and then my spirit felt Him near.  as my husband's arm encircled, pulling me close, my heart began to pound. (yes, in part out of the nearness of the one of love, but...) out of the two words that have been showing up in everything i've read or heard, "fear" moved to the center stage.

for as long as i can remember, my life, my actions, my decisions have been based on fear,  on the scary "what ifs".  and more recently i've seen fear played out in the actions of my oldest, the one who wants to mirror her mama in every word and nuance.

He used lyla and her fears to get my attention. and i'm finally ready to hear.  to learn.  to change.

and so, it was in that moment that i read,

"as christians, we should be the last people to be afraid of anything.  we claim what paul asks us in romans 8:31 - "if God is for us, who can be against us?" - but act otherwise when the foundation of our home is shaken.  our children shouldn't see fear in us.  we can't say with our mouths that we trust God and contradict that trust with our actions.  our actions speak much louder than our words...we teach our children fear instead of faith when we try to live in our own strength instead of depending on God's ability.  you and i are not meant to live that way.  we are only required to do what we can and look to God for what we can't do."  an untroubled heart by micca campbell pg 91-92


elias is just beginning to learn to walk without hanging onto something.  i'm learning to walk while holding on to Someone.  we're both rather wobbly.  we both fall.  but just as i catch his eye to show him how proud i am of him, my Abba Father shows me His pride by singing over me.

instead of a hymn to share with you, i want to share the song that He sang over me today, reminding me that,

 On that day they will say to Jerusalem, 
“Do not fear, O Zion; 
do not let your hands hang limp. 
The Lord your God is with you, 
he is mighty to save. 
He will take great delight in you, 
he will quiet you with his love, 
he will rejoice over you with singing.”   Zephaniah 3:16-17
please take the time to listen to the song and to read the lyrics.  allow the God of all Comfort comfort you wherever you are at.
(you just may need to pause the "i pod" on your right.)