Monday, February 24, 2014

Music for Monday

Lead Me to the Cross by Brooke Fraser



It has been a very full February. Moments of great joy and great sorrow all wrapped together. Reminders that life is not what you plan--instead, it is the places where you need to be. The phrase of this song that stands out to me is where the singer says, "Lead me to your heart". The cross is the place of my redemption. It is the place that allows me to be close to the heart of God. 

Verse 1:
Savior I come
Quiet my soul remember
Redemptions hill
Where Your blood was spilled
For my ransom

Bridge:
Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost

Chorus:
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross

Verse 2:
You were as I
Tempted and trialed, human
Your word became flesh
Bore my sin and death
Now you're risen

Bridge:
Everything I once held dear
I count it all as lost

Chorus:
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross

To your heart
To your heart
Lead me to your heart
Lead me to your heart

Chorus:
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Oh lead me, lead me

Chorus:
Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Oh lead me, lead me to the cross

Monday, February 17, 2014

Music for Monday

This is Beautiful by Tyrone Wells...

We were listening to this song when we were pregnant with Sela and whenever we would hear it we would say--this song must be Sela's song. We would hear it and, instantly, this little girl we were waiting to meet would come to our minds and we would wonder: what will she be like? What will it be like to have a little girl? What will she like to play? What will touch her heart? Who will she be? 

The day Sela decided to arrive we were at the hospital in the labor and delivery room. We had a CD of songs playing on which we had included "This is Beautiful". Sela's arrival was imminent...and her song came through the speakers as she made her way into the world. Truly, it was a beautiful and amazing moment. 

And she is truly a beautiful and amazing girl.

I shared with Tyrone what this song meant to us before he came through Portland after Sela was born in 2009. I've got a little edge in that department because he is my cousin. My friend Olivia and I were able to go to his concert at the Aladdin Theater and that night he shared about Sela's birth and "This is Beautiful".  He and his band hadn't been playing it on the tour but they had rehearsed it and wanted to play it for us (oh, and everyone else too). 

I cried through the whole thing. 

He'll be back on tour and coming through Portland April 2nd. 

And you should probably go.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

A question

I Wonder

You know, Lord, how I serve You
With great emotional fervor
in the limelight
You know how eagerly I speak for You
at a women’s club.
You know how I shine when I promote
a fellowship group.
You know my genuine enthusiasm
at a Bible study.
But how would I react, I wonder,
If You pointed to a basin of water
And asked me to wash the calloused feet
Of a bent and wrinkled old woman,
Day after day,
Month after month,
In a room where nobody saw
And nobody knew.
–Ruth Harms Calkin
I read this poem by Ruth Calkin over twenty years ago and
it still strikes a chord with me whenever I see it. It reminds me
that the point isn't what other people see or know.

It is always about Jesus--
following him in the way he asks and shows me. 

Monday, February 10, 2014

Music for Monday



I heard this song by Jon Foreman, the front man of Switchfoot, for the first time this past week.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...

The House of God, Forever

God is my shepherd
I won't be wanting
I won't be wanting

He makes me rest
in fields of green
with quiet streams

Even though I walk
Through the valley
Of death and dying

I will not fear
Cause you are with me
You are with me

Your shepherd's staff
comforts me
You are my feast
in the presence of enemies
Surely goodness
will follow me
follow me
In the house of God forever

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Whole

Last night, as I was putting Quinn to bed, we were going through our night time routine of praying and singing a song. He has been making requests the last few nights as he hasn't felt well. Each night he has asked for "Hold Me Jesus" by Rich Mullins...or as he calls it the "shaking like a leaf" song.

His song of choice was "Whole" by our friend Olivia Pothoff. I can't remember the last time he asked me to sing that...quite a long, long while. It is a song about him and a conversation we had when he was two. He knows the story.

I sang the first part to him and in the dark realized he was crying. I stopped and quietly asked him why he was crying. He said it was the song...he was happy. He knows the song is part of his story and the words are true. 

Grateful for talented friends like Olivia who can tell stories through music and song...

Verse 1:
Mother and son in conversation
Late in the eve before bed
Resilient with joy, a two-year old boy
Fights a disease
Prepares for surgery
Pre-Chorus:
He said, “Mama, tell me am I broken?
Mama, tell me am I broken?”
Chorus:
We’re all broken people
With all kinds of broken
Bodies and hearts and souls
We all need a Savior, we need a Healer
He’s the One who makes us whole
Verse 2:
Father and Son in conversation
Late in the eve in a garden
His life on the line for all of mankind
Kneels in agony
Prepares for suffering
Pre-Chorus:
He said, “Father, help me, I am broken
Father, help me, I am broken”
Chorus 2:
They’re all broken people
With all kinds of broken
Bodies and hearts and souls
I will be Your Savior, I will be Your Healer
I’m the One who makes You whole
Bridge:
Though my body and flesh may fail me
Still, You are making me new
I can face
Uncertain days
With You, with You
Music & Lyrics by Olivia Pothoff.  
© 2012

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Snow and sick days



The snow storm of 2014 has hit--snowpocalypse as I've heard it called. Thursday kids were released from school early and Friday was a snow day. 

We've been hunkered down, scrapping our plans to play in the snow because Quinn came down with a fever Thursday evening. No other symptoms, just a fever. I thought it had broken this morning but it appears to have stuck around. We've done a lot of snow watching instead of snow playing.

We've watched a TON of VeggieTales in the last two days. Quinn and Sela have been pretty creative in their play when Quinn hasn't been lying down.

I did get to do our taxes. Boom! Done and done!

Today I made two loaves of gluten free chocolate chip pumpkin bread, gluten free hamburger buns, gluten free sandwich bread, and homemade sloppy joes. 

I also took a walk in the snow...I needed a destination so I walked a letter to the city post office. In the snow. It was actually a really lovely walk. A few cars driving, a few people walking, and very quiet throughout town.

Tomorrow will involve more temperature taking and church at home. Hopefully, it will also involve another walk, coffee, eating chocolate chip pumpkin bread, and reading. And, of course, more VeggieTales.


Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Two gems



These photos of Quinn and Sela crack me up every time I see them. Spontaneously done on a photo shoot with Photo Macy, they show the brother/sister relationship to a T. Driving each other nuts and then willing to be goofy and silly with one another. Love these two so much!

Monday, February 3, 2014

Music for Monday

Rest Upon Us, sung by Caedmon's Call, is a beautiful song and feels like a prayer. It just touches a deep place in me. Listen here as you read the words.

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Rest Upon Us
My soul is weary, and my cup is dry,
I am so in need of you,
Though my rightesousness is rags,
Your mercies are new

So Lord, come down to me,
So my heart can see,
How encompassing your grace can be

Holy Spirit, rest upon us,
Breath of God, touch my soul,
Come unfailing love of Jesus,
Rest upon us, rest upon us,

My mind is heavy and my days are long,
I lift my eyes up in the night,
My heart it weighs me down,
But your burden is light,

So Lord, come walk with me
Until my heart believes
All the bounties that your grace can bring

Holy Spirit, rest upon us,
Breath of God, touch my soul,
Come unfailing love of Jesus,
Rest upon us, rest upon us,

I will wait for you
I will wait for you
You rest upon us
Come rest upon us

Friday, January 31, 2014

There are two ways...


Chesterton's words always remind me that simplicity is really a heart attitude from which decisions and perspective flow.

A friend and I were talking the other day about places we've lived and ways that we've acquired things to furnish those places.

At one point in college I lived off-campus with three other girls in an old house divided into three living quarters. I had come from a long distance and didn't have a mattress--I figured I would use an air mattress all year long. 

One night late I got a call from my friend who had been my roommate the previous year. She told me she had found a mattress--a twin mattress--that someone had put out by their garbage bins. 

I was thrilled!

One of my housemates had a station wagon so we quickly jumped in her car and drove to the reported location of the mattress. We cut the headlights as we slowly drove up to the garbage cans and mattress. Quickly we leaped out of the car, grabbed the mattress, carried it to the car, and shoved it in the back. We got out of there fast hoping no one had seen us!

We gave it the sniff test. We sprayed Lysol on it in great abundance. I thought it was a great mattress! 

I slept on it. I am still alive.

I was grateful for a mattress to sleep on. An attitude of gratefulness for what I have makes me content. I have more than enough--more than many, many others in the world. 

If I am thankful and find ways to give, gratefulness is reinforced and the act of giving reinforces my perspective and I desire less. 

I have enough.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

The Perfect Time


I continue to find that if I wait for the perfect time, I never start. 

Studying something. 
Blogging something. 
Talking to someone. 
Calling a business. 
Cleaning something. 
Reading something. 
Writing something. 
Going somewhere. 
Having "that" conversation.
Playing with the kids. 

Whatever it is, I can find a million more imperfect times than perfect times to start. Anything.

I'm trying to just start. Anywhere. 
Don't wait for the perfect time...just start.