Keep on Truckin'

Gotta keep on truckin', brother;
'cause the road ahead has bumps
you're gonna need to step over...

Gotta keep on truckin', sister;
'cause the steam you give off
is gonna warm someone else's heart...


Makin' it from point a to point b,
hanging on to the Master's hand
and waiting for His tugs of direction;
you'll make it to the finish line
if you just keep truckin' along...

Gotta keep on truckin', and keep your eyes on the prize;
knowing that He has promised to stay near...
keeping on that path that leads to the promised land...

Vine Ripe

Hanging in there
on the vine;
lifting my feet
to avoid the sharp points
designed to protect the fruit...

Connected to the vine
in ways unseen to me;
rejoicing in the knowledge
that I don't need to see everything
to know that I wont fall off
before the appointed time...

Moments come
and turn into days...
the years take off
and run with reckless abandon;
yet I know that my times
are in His hands;
and I long to become
vine ripe for the attainment of the prize...

Whispers of Micah 7:19

"He will again have compassion on us, and will subdue our iniquities. You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea."-Micah 7:19


You cast our sins
into the depths of the sea;
showering mercy down upon us
to the foot of the cross in repentance...
...and I can imagine how the joy
in Your heart flows down to us;
and returns to Your ears
as the grateful praise for your grace...

The whispers of Micah
envelop me, Lord...
bringing to mind that well worn fishing pole
kept near and ready as I hear You
whisper the words of reassurance to my spirit...
"You have confessed. I have forgiven. Hand over
the pole and taste of My rest..."
My praise arises once again on the wind of Your Spirit...

Make Us One

Father, make us one;
as You are with the Son
and the Spirit...

Jesus, our sacrificial lamb
led to the slaughter
for a perfect atonement;
draw our hearts together in love
to lead those that have not seen You
believe in Your love by the power
of the Holy Spirit...

...and thank you, Spirit; for the
sublime comfort You offer as an extension
of the Father's love...
quickening our spirits to hear Your whispers
as You lead us in that perfect way.

He Rejoices Over Us

Zephaniah 3:17 "...He will rejoice over you with singing." NKJV

He rejoices over us with singing;
celebrating our existence
and finding joy in hearing His own voice
as the music washes over us...

Our security and comfort;
eternal hand of safety and warmth...
joyfully holding our lives in His hands;
and wrapping His spirit around us in peace.

The Hook

I have been watching the DVD of the last Chronicles of Narnia movie that was put out by Disney a few years ago. The white witch manipulated Edmund with skill and an obvious knowledge of human nature. His unwitting help in her plan to destroy the human intruders and conquer Aslan became clear to him only after a measure of damage was done. There were "hooks" in his nature that made this possible. One of these hooks was his desire to cover his tracks. He doesn't come clean about his contact with the white witch when Lucy discovers him in Narnia for the first time. In response to the white witch's threat to the fox, Edmund volunteers damaging information in an attempt to appease her malice towards the creature. Her praise of his honesty is a cold comfort to him at the same time the fox appeals to him as royalty. The prophecy is acknowledged as the fox addresses Edmund as "Your Majesty".
The white witch's action of freezing the butterfly to death and turning it to stone speaks of the death that sin causes as those hooks dig in and begin the fester the affected area of "flesh".
How many times have we tried to cover our sin in full view of the Father's eyes? In 1 John 4:19, we are told that if we confess our sins, He is faithful to forgive us and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. The lie we believe about needing to cover ourselves when we mess up is an all too effective hook that festers in us as we hold onto the hook. Our efforts at trying to cover up the hook and pretend that all is well accomplish nothing to benefit us or others that are affected by the hook. Often, I think that we have stone butterflies caught within our spirits in the form of dead zones; those hooks that have been brought down as we unwittingly embrace the death caused by our sin.
The triumphant return of Aslan(thinly veiled reference to the risen Christ)restores the dead flesh and ignites the fire within once again. Our joy and fulfillment come as we allow Him to remove the hooks and continually learn to forsake impaling ourselves with those hooks in the first place. That process will not complete itself until every knee bows and every tongue confesses that Jesus is Lord.

Home and Hearth

My husband has this theory of male/female roles that I have found truly amusing; oh, I meant to say amazing:)...The male is the hunter-gatherer as in the cave-man days and the female is geared towards cave maintenance. Yes, there is some truth in that; yet the overall simplification of gender roles has me scratching my head. My raison d'etre as been reduced to home-making; while the pressure of the surrounding culture would have me be the career woman that brings home half of the game captured on the way back from beating the rugs...

The cold fact is that I am a domesticated female concerned at least in part with home and hearth. I may have to become the career woman at some point; but I am still in the process of trying to figure that out. I cashier at a local supermarket and work for a home care agency as well. My value to society will be gauged on the level of education my children achieve, the car in my driveway, and the degrees listed on my resume. I am in trouble.

I am not in the least the picture of the Proverbs 31 woman. Lord willing, I will grow closer to that ideal as I draw closer to the Lord. In the meantime, I will seek Him for the answers on how to combine home and hearth with bringing home the road kill.

I just hope my insurance will cover me this time...

Joy,
Lynne