Showing posts with label rest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rest. Show all posts

Sunday, August 12, 2012

My Sculpted Wire Word


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Blogger Brianne Phillips has found a unique way to worship God with words. However, the kind of words I’m talking about, are not written on paper, or posted on a blog – though she’s talented at those pursuits, as well.  Rather, they are handmade wire “sculptures”, each one spelling out a special word.

A number of bloggers have chosen a “word for the year” to help guide them in their life and spiritual walk.  Brianne’s word is “freedom”.  She craves the freedom to be “her own self,” not trying to pattern herself the way someone else thinks she should be.  She wants the freedom to pursue God enthusiastically without buying in, any longer, to the lies that she might not be “good enough”, “capable enough.”  To remind herself that she’s trying to learn how to be free, she sculpted in script lettering, her word, freedom.  She can see her wire word every day.  She’s also made wire sculptures of the various words chosen by several other bloggers.

Brianne asked me about my “word for the year”.  I said I didn’t think I’d really chosen a word for the year, but that if I had one at all, it would be “resting.”

My body isn’t at all strong.  I require more “alone” time than the average person.  Oh, how I need my physical rest.
I don’t want to be tempted to linger overlong on the internet, because I need my mind-rest.
There’s sometimes the “learned” guilt of thinking I should do more, think more deeply, have achievements to show for my having lived, in order to “be a good workman approved of the Lord” – but this sort of push can sap my intellectual rest.
The daily chores and “interruptions”, the attempts to meet self-imposed schedules, build up pressure until I need to give my emotions a rest.
The demands of other Christians that I “measure up” to their expectations of who God would want me to be, can only be outlived and outloved within His rest.
And I want, crave, and delight in lots of quiet spaces with God – times when I’m not DOING, but simply being.  He alone is my spiritual rest.
After ingesting glaring news headlines and realizing much of the world is sinking or in flames…  REST in the God who is in final control.
From the fears and doubts and lies that try to wash away  my value as His “beloved”…  REST in my
Saviour, the Messiah, Jesus Christ.
From the unexpected events that demand more strength than I can muster, and thus am left breathless and  
reeling … REST in the Lord who alone sustains me.
From the yen to fulfill the desires of my heart, which I believe God has placed in me, but which drive me to produce more art, or writings, or some expression of creativity than I’m really well enough to practice  … REST, simply seeing beautiful things in my imagination but not actually doing the “work”, allows me to simply bask in the Holy Spirit’s own vastly more beautiful, powerful creativity.


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Brianne’s wire word sculpture arrived in my mailbox.  I hung it where I can see it while I’m preparing a meal, or sitting to eat at my table.  I appreciated her caring enough about me to make me my special word.  But I didn’t realize, at first, just how powerful a reminder a simple word could be. 

Now, when the pressure builds inside me, and I find myself frowning (or maybe even ready to grumble), my eye falls on that word on my wall.  RESTING.  And I sort of do a double take.  (Even though I’ve already done the same thing a number of times before.)  I take a deep breath.  An almost involuntary, restorative smile breaks forth. 

“Oh, that’s right.  I’m resting!”

Trusting in God to provide for me.  Agreeing that “he is able to keep me from falling and present me faultless before the presence of his glory.” I’ve already given everything I am, to Him.  And he’s already accepted my sacrifice of praise.” 

And some of the tension in my muscles laughingly drains away.  He’s already taken care of my rest.  I don’t need to keep on the go.  I’m not a machine that must produce!  I can just relax and enjoy that he’s promised he’ll always hold my hand, and never leave or forsake me.

RESTING: What a beautiful, endearing, restful, releasing word!  
RESTING: What a wonderful, enduring, full of zest, all-increasing God is our Lord!

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Thanks, Brianne, for my sculpted wire word. 
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GIVEAWAY!

Leave a comment on Brianne’s blog – This Is My Offering – any time this week, and tell her your own word.  If you are chosen the winner of her giveaway, she will sculpt and mail you YOUR OWN wire word.

You can reach Brianne Phillips’ blog at thisismyoffering.blogspot.com

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This post is shared with Laura Boggess, "The Wellspring,"  Playdates with God






Sunday, June 24, 2012

Tenting Tonight


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[Dover Publications free clip art]

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Tenting Tonight on the old Camp Ground

”We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home,
And friends we love so dear.

“Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,
Wishing for the war to cease;
Many are the hearts that are looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, tenting on the old camp ground.”

(A song of the Civil War era.   See
http://freepages.music.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~edgmon/cwtenting.htm  )


Wars and unimaginable horrors still happen.  The hearts of many continue to be weary.  Will there ever be a dawn of peace?  Not fully, until Jesus Christ returns. 

But what are we to do in the meantime?  The worldwide economy is shivering.  Flames of war and violence lick at many a trouble spot today.  Will even wider, more devastating disasters choke us?  How can our minds endure the news headlines which stir up many alarms and fears? 

We wish our days to just “go on” as before – or preferably, we dream of better times, self-accomplishments, comfortable lifestyles.   Some people keep on spending money on frivolities.  Some are looking for higher status or chasing an elusive “happiness”.  Some plot great dreams for their futures.  Some clamor to join a certain dance or “belong to a special tribe”.  (People like themselves.  Acceptance and understanding.)  Meanwhile, others speak anger or hate, or applaud disconnectedness.  And still others are suffering under almost unbearable circumstances.

What will become of me?  What if I lose my house, my income?  What if I can’t pay for health insurance, or lose my job?  What if the governments of the world fail?  How is it possible for me to feel safe?  What will be my fate if terror descends, not just far away across the globe, but here – in my town, on my street? 

It looks to me like this is a time period that fits Jesus’ statement that in the last days “there will be wars and rumors of war…” 

But Jesus says, “When you see these things happen, look up; for your redemption draws nigh.”

Oh?

And Peter says, “Think it not strange when you encounter various temptations and fiery trials.  …If you suffer with him (Jesus) you shall reign with him (Jesus).”

Double oh?


Yikes!  I’m a wimp!  I don’t know how to rejoice in the midst of suffering.  I’m already overwhelmed.  If more hardships are coming, I don’t see how I can endure with perseverance.  I know I don’t have it in me to remain faithful to God in tougher times.

My cry can only be, “Help me, Lord!  Please save us all!”

What should be our attitude, as Christians?  Are we going to continue to amass “things” ?  Pursue pleasures?  Insist on our “rights”?  Believe God has called us to achieve self-greatness?  Are we going to knuckle down and insist on reading the Bible more, praying harder, going to church more often, doing good deeds because Jesus is coming soon?  (Or because we’re afraid if we don’t work hard enough, God might be displeased?)

What does it mean to “seek first the kingdom of God, and all these things will be added unto you”?  What does it mean to be “looking unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our Faith”?

If I have little faith, Our Victorious Savior has enormous faithfulness.  If I am prone to let fears shake me, He is capable of carrying those fears.  When my heart grows weary – His heart is Valiant.  When I look for the right to see the dawn of peace, He already IS MY PEACE. 

Oh, how I need a “song to cheer” me!  May I rest in Him, for He is, Himself, my Good News, my Savior, My only Hope.   (And he says he’ll never leave me or forsake me, or treat me like an orphan.)

“Who having delivered me from so great a death, and does deliver me, and I trust will deliver me yet.”  (Paul.)

Then may He bestow on my inner being an unperturbed rest, As H abides with me, and I with Him, may I rejoice that I’m where He wants me to be -- “tenting tonight on the old camp ground.”


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