Friday, April 29, 2005

Talk about SPOT ON!

I just wanted to say that I thought last night's H20 was incredible. Heather.. thank you for sharing your heart with us...and being real. It's so refreshing to know that even the people whom we perceive to "have it all together" don't. So thanks for admitting that you are a mess too :). The message and the atmosphere of the evening were so pertinent for me..and I know for at least a few others. I am still processing.. and suspect that I will be chewing on this for quite awhile.

Thank you!!
xoxo
HeatherD

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Father's Love Letter

Turn on your sound and read this awesome letter from the Father
http://www.bittybitznpieces.com/FathersLoveLetter~.htm

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Numbing frustration.

i appologize for posting this here and not emailing....i just don't have much in the way of an address book.
i received a phone call at 11:00 last night from my dad informing me my step sister was no longer with us. the police are still investigating, but it appears she's a victim of domestic violence.
my step mom is withdrawn, not wanting to talk to anyone. my sis had a daughter, who's like a lil sister to me....she's a wreck, as are the rest of my siblings.
none of them know Daddy.
i'm having a hard time coming to grips with this....this kinda stuff isnt' supposed to happen....we always get out before it gets too bad.
bah, i'm babbling....i just feel so very numb right now. in shock.
and i'm frustrated. i want to be there for my mom, for my sisters.....some how aleviate the pain that's searing through them....but i can't. i don't know how i can help them best now. bah, my mind's still reeling.

please pray for my family. they need it now more than ever.
thanks folks.

a revealing conversation

i had a very revealing convo with a friend of mine today. it's interesting how we can bang our heads against the proverbial 'wall of God' and ask Him to 'tell us more, show us more, reveal your plan, show me where i need work, where i need to change and improve', and not hear a dang thang. until...we have a conversation with a friend, and reveal more of ourselves than we could ever imagine..or care to. in the interest of always striving to be open, accountable, and REAL, i'm gonna share a few portions of the convo. with you guys. while i feel that it is unwise to share things that are intensely private about ourselves, i do believe that, as christians in the pursuit of the same goal and prize (thank you apostle paul:o), we should be as transparent as we can be without going too far into the unecessary messiness of our humanness. so, that said, i changed the name of my friend to protect the innocent:o), and i edited her statements to take out anything that might be too private. my comments,however, are unadulterated and unedited. she is a new christian, and still learning, and she looks to me for guidance and spiritual wisdom. it's important that i let her know - and everyone else - that i'm still walkin' out this thing we call 'salvation', every single day. i learned alot about me today..and alot about what He's doing. interesting, i've been so frustrated about what i felt WASN'T happening, that i almost missed what WAS.

friend: hey, what's goin' on with you and jesus today?

rho: well, we're doin' great...thanks fer askin:o) as a matter of fact, i was just RE-learning one of my least favorite, but most-necessary lessons..

friend: oh? care to share?

rho: yup. i was re-learning that without His grace and mercy in my life, i'm hopeless.

friend: hm. will you tell me more about that?

rho: well, it's just that i'm being broken down..i'm being emptied..the more he pours of me onto the floor, the more i realize just how much 'junk' i've let fill me up that has no kingdom value whatsoever! how can i allow so much to be poured into me that He can't use? i get to the point where i'm so full of myself and other unusable junk that i feel like i'm choking..no air..can't breathe..and certainly can't be used as a vessel for His glory.

friend: wow...keep going..i never thought of that...

rho: just when i feel like i can't hold anything else, and i begin to drown in my own 'stuff'...He lovingly dumps me..breaks me and lets me spill out all over the place...then just when i begin to despair over what i see being emptied, He lovingly wipes up that which cannot be used..selfishness..humanness...sin..and He shows me the cloth that soaked it all up...covered in only..His blood. wow. where did my 'stuff' go? it got absorbed in love and grace and mercy. i can't even get over how much He loves me.

friend: me either, man..me either. i'm like a sponge right now! gettin all wet..thanks for sharing..

rho: sure, baby. anytime. you are welcome to walk right along side me when it rains, and soak it all up..but just be warned that sometimes the rain doesn't fall and this walk gets long and dusty and dirty. i fall as many times as i get up...i fail as many times as i succeed.

friend: did you just ask me to walk through this life with you?

rho: yup. that's what we're all doing together, chick...just walkin' the same road..breathin' the same God-air...wearin' the same cloak of mercy and forgiveness and love..sometimes it gets dirty on the journey and loses it's newness and it's brightness..so we let Jesus take it and wash it and give it back..all spankin' new and clean, so's people can recognize Him on it again.

friend: hmm...thank you for giving me all of that to think about. it's overwhelming..

rho: yeah. but so so good..:o) thanks for lettin' me learn a little somethin' in front of you today. man..God never ceases to be cool.



Monday, April 25, 2005

A good song...

Yo Rho,
Sweet song on Sunday that you opened up! That song got to me. I had a big smile on my face most of the song. Plus it is just a good toon musically. Thanks for the fun!
Benjamin

Selah

I’m a soldier
Boy I told ya’,
I hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder
Biblical clips, better load up
The snare in the drums goes snap
The lyrical tongue cocks back
The air in my lungs flows and that’sEnough to spark a revolutionMan
listen my music is ammunition
I march to the tune of a man smitten
Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen
Just as it was written
My orders are to cross borders
Living Water’s in my canteen,
as my camp screams for the God we love even though we can’t see Him
My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions
have to pass HimI only live off what my Captain rations