Thursday, September 25, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
i've let myself go a little bit..
Sunday, September 14, 2008
a not so spiritual blog....
So I'm sitting her on a Sunday afternoon, belly full of sweet potatoes, watching Lord of the Rings with my husband, Anna, and Daniel....a pretty good Sunday afternoon.

Sunday, September 7, 2008
Tex
Wednesday, September 3
Last night, I had the most wonderful dreams.
Actually, I'm not even sure if it was dreams or a dream or what exactly it was... all I know it was perfect- wonderful.
I know I met God there.
I didn't like meet Him and shake His hand or anything;
but He was there.
I am so incredibly visual.
I am not balanced at all.
You know how some people hear things and can remember them or do things and can do them forever? Most people are a good mix of everything as far as learning and relating to the world. I am pretty strictly visual. I have to read something to understand it...see things to comprehend them. It can, at times, be frustrating.
I am just not a good balance.
Here's the cool thing though; I literally see the world. Moment by Moment.
I am so glad the Lord made me this way. As frustrating as it can be, it is special to me. I am glad the Lord made me exactly the way I am.
Words and sounds and emotions create images in my mind.
I will never be a musical person, but I can see music. I can’t describe it to you, but it’s an image or maybe a movement.
Last night, all night, I heard worship to God in my dreams. Last night, I spent all night worshipping.
I spent all night in the movement of the sound of worship.
When I woke up this morning these words repeated in my ears and stirred this image of worship in my mind…
As the sun peels back petals,
Every time I hear Your name
I dance.
That is what worship sounds like - looks like- to me.
I woke up with such a sense of peace. I knew I had spent the night in the Presence of my God.
See, yesterday, was a hard day. Every emotion I felt, every word that I spoke, only looked like darkness to me. It was all I could see. I felt like I was looking but not seeing…numb…
God, where are you?
But then I went to sleep, and He was there. I felt Him. I saw Him. The Bible says that God inhabits the praises of His people.
Praise was in my dreams, and He was there.
The wonderful thing about it is, I had absolutely nothing to do with it. I was asleep. In fact, I had lived in darkness that entire day if I had done anything at all.
When God meets me, when I see Him……
it isn’t because I deserve it.
It isn’t because I made myself a better person that day.
It isn’t because I am anything at all.
It is because He loves me. His love isn’t based on what I do or don’t do. His love isn’t based on my performance at all.
His love is love.
God’s love is real love.
God is love.
It’s not dependent on me at all.
I just bring Him joy.
It’s kind of hard to understand, but that’s only because there is nothing else like it.
He doesn’t just save you; He blesses you; He heals you- over, and over and abundantly. (Romans 8)
Last night (before the dream), I saw Phil Wickham in concert at North. (CHECK HIM OUT!!!!!)
He wrote the following lyrics…
“For you
I sing,
I dance.
I rejoice in this divine romance.”
That’s a picture of what HIS love looks like FOR me…for YOU.
As the sun peels back petals
Every time I hear Your Name
I dance
For Your love
I dance
With breath that dances
And leaks off the lips
When You
Are
Praised.