When You Come

Unfortunately I can’t locate a video clip, but if I’ve ever encouraged you to buy some music then let it be this song by Lisa Gungor

This rugged ground is looking towards restorations sweeter song, come salvation ever true make me believe things can be new.

Looking for Your kingdom now in earth an ordinary lives, in my Lovers tender eyes I see the goodness peeking out

Heaven is here in little ways, but I can’t wait for the day when You come.

My heavy heart is aching for a home that I’ve not fully known. A life that’s far beyond this one and a Father saying it is done.

I’m holding on but I hope and pray and can’t wait for the day when You come.

When You come, oh what joy would fill my heart and peace will fill the earth when You come, my longing heart will finally find rest when You’ve come.

I see the dark and hate it all; the wounded hand, the broken child. Surely now You hear their call, surely God You feel it all.

Cause heaven is here in little ways but we can’t wait for the day when You come.

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Love me

Some years ago a young man whom I hardly knew looked at me with sincerity in his eyes and declared that no one would ever love me the way that he loved me. And even in that moment I knew that sincere as he may be, he was wrong.

Tonight I remember that night, and couldn’t help but think on the truth that there’s no one who can love me like Jesus.

Today was one of those tender days; when I found myself speaking too much of the things that I carry inside that are waiting for a time yet to come while longing to be right now. When the burden from yesterday is going to be fulfilled tomorrow the load is heavy today. Sometimes to speak of that burden reminds our hearts of the weight in the waiting and relief can only be found in washing in floods of tears.

Bawling at my kitchen table, pouring out the situations that rubbed like salt into an old would today via text message to my absent roommate I was swallowed up in the overwhelming fact that Jesus makes all things beautiful if I choose to love Him through them. Knowing that there is a Man who knows all of my needs and is fully able to satisfy them is pretty dang comforting.

He is a friend who understands, fully, every time, who always has my back, who is incapable of failing me. He is a provider who meets my every need, right when I need Him to. He always gives me exactly what I need for each situation, each conversation and each pain, even when it’s not what I THINK that I need. He is a Father who champions me even in my weakness.

He is a lover who never changes His mind, and let me tell you that THAT is a deep revelation every human is in need of; there is a love that will never run dry, never fail, and never change His mind. There is a love that will pursue unto death no matter your response to Him.

He is a Brother who let’s me explode or break down and gives to me nothing but strength in those moment, calling me back to the greatness of what He can see in me. He is a creator, the one who dreamed of each detail of my personality, emotional makeup, and my frame. And He is ecstatic about those details. He is so intentional in His love for me.

And if I can believe these things, if I can trust Him enough to set aside my shield and sword and allow my emotions to be laid bare before Him no matter where they might be, then I can trust Him enough to let Him love me like none other is even capable of loving. And if I can chose to receive His love and give love to Him back through my misunderstandings, questions, wounding and desires, then He will take each of those things and make them beautiful. In time I will look back and marvel at the perfect timing in his intricate love for me if I can choose to love through pain.

Tonight I sat on a friends living room floor, the girl in the rocker next to me was roaring with laughter, overwhelmed by the Joy of the Lord and declaring the truths of who He is and His love for her, commanding the friend across the room holding a guitar to sing about it and he sang from the heart of God,

I think about you all the time,

You’re always on My mind.

over and over and over again.

When in love it is nearly incapable to do the simplest of task without wishing your beloved where somehow involved. That’s how Yahweh feels about me.

And if that’s the case than in every situation both today and tomorrow, all that I want my heart to say is ‘Come, and love me Jesus, like no other man can love me.’

He’s going to work the rest out. And it’s going to be beautiful.

rustling leaves

  • Young people you can keep your independence. As for me, I regularly shed tears at the distance between myself and my parents. On a sleep deprived, emotionally sapped day I long to nap in their living room, wake to a country dinner, a talk with my father, and a walk through my mother’s flower beds.
  • I still love the fledgling prayer rooms. Today I led a briefing for one of our worship teams made up of campers. Most of them were unfamiliar with the Harp & Bowl worship model and I have never taught it but loved walking it out with them and then serving as the Intercessor for their hour long set. Pacing and singing in the back of the room I couldn’t help but grin with delight at the rough singing, off beat pianist, and assistant worship leader instructing the team through the regular mic instead of his talk back. It always reminds me of my birthing into the prayer movement, and I treasure the small prayer rooms.
  • Tonight I was ordered to go home, from my whole team. Apparently I was THAT tired. My stubbornness told me to fight to stay, but my fight against tears from the whole morning convinced me otherwise. I’ve spent the night listening to a devo from Joanna May on repeat, reading The Horse and His boy, painting my nails and baking cookies. Talking to the Lord and washing my heart out with tears. He’s a good friend, a good listener. And He gives really good advice.