Friday, January 21, 2011

the eyes of the dying

the eyes of the dying weren't terror filled, but peaceful
they weren't stricken with pain, but restful
they weren't haunted, but focused on seeing what is beyond, what is yet to come...

She lay in her bed, a sunken form shrouded by blankets, moving ever-so-slightly, her legs would softly wrestle with blankets she was wrapped in

breath in
breath out

breath in
breath out

while music floating on lyrical notes danced around her and the day ended in a winter-filled dusk, she lay
while cars traveled the roads beyond her window and the activity of her home's other residents stirred, she lay
while Dan and I sat, stilled, marking the moment, reading the journal entires, soaking in the pictures of a life well lived, she lay

we approached her then, laying on hands and praising and praying, committing and celebrating, presenting request and hope, she lay

and then, with a brilliant smile and translucent eyes, she spoke

"God bless you"

those words would be the last words we will hear from her this side of heaven
poignant, profound, and rich with meaning, our relationship will end

Good bye for now and God bless

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

fight for her

she has wounded
he won't wound back

she has betrayed
he has forgiven

she is deceived
he brings truth

she was seduced
he stands strong

she laughs
he weeps

she is bitter
he chooses to love

she is broken
he wants to help her be restored

she is mocking
he is silent

she is cruel
he endures

loves bears all things, endures all things, hopes for all things,
love is unshakable
love is unconditional
love is tenacious

fight for her, in this moment, at this time
bring her back, woo her, sacrifice for her, forgive her, believe in her, surround her, run after her, pursue her, teach and coach and support and listen and care for her.

In the moment of rejection, of devastation, remember your maker and see what once was, what can still be. Draw on the cord of three strands, stand strong, and fight.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

eight years old

son, you are eight today
son, you are growing bigger and stronger, more capable and clever
you are bright and fun
you are quick and fast
you bring joy, excitement, interest, and life to all around you!

oh, how I pray that eight will be a step toward greater faith and deeper joy and fuller love
I pray that in this eighth year; you will experience more of the journey God
has laid out before you.
I pray you will seek God first in all things,
that you will ask him for the desires of your heart and
that you will walk in blessing, run in peace, and bring hope to God's people

happy birthday, son!