How to Build Your Home

it never made sense

when the sand was all I had

to build with.

 

sand castles

 

blown to swirls by the wind.

never stable and never able

to keep me secure.

 

a Rock

 

followed me, believed for me

when I was so faithless.

and shelter did I find in Him.

 


Matthew 7:24-27, 1 Corinthians 10:4, Exodus 17:6

For the Days You Feel Discouraged

In case it is ever forgotten,

I want you to remember how brave you are.

When you were in the thick of your fears

you handled life like a champ and took the narrow way out.

When you were left with threads of loose ends,

you realized no trophy could replace the feeling of grace.

And when you were still left with lingering, unanswered questions,

you didn’t look back in regret, but instead you rose up

with a dedication that was too great to even call your own.

You trusted, and stopped working for your own wants and needs.

You stopped scooping up grains of sand that were

dead ends and ill means and you stood still,

when your very nature was begging for you to be.

If you ever forget, I am here to tell you that you were very brave indeed

for choosing to step into the unknown future.

This will always be the story that I tell of you

whenever you begin to feel confused or weak,

because you took the narrow path with nothing to show for it,

except for a knowledge-surpassing peace.

To Love You More

I want to love you more than anything in the whole world–

more than the moon and the stars

over the ocean at night,

or the beautiful mountain-tops streamed in sunlight.

 

I want to love you more than the flower gardens

and the summer rain,

more than the thrill of travel

and the depth of pain.

 

I want to love you as high as the sky can reach

and deeper than the earth’s deepest beach,

far beyond the circumference of the world,

and timeless, as this galaxy’s worth.

 

But sometimes– I don’t love you at all.

And I put off thanking you, for forgiving me.

And sometimes none of my words make sense–

when that’s all I feel I have to offer or pay with.

 

But the price is so high and my words are so limited.

And I want to give to you,

but there’s nothing I can do or say for this,

 

because it is Your love alone that can reach me.

It is Your love alone that can keep me.

 

And if I want to love You

more than anything in the whole world,

I need only Your love.

For You are love itself.


1 John 4:8

 

My Favorite Song

there is a song i have sung

my entire life.

it is the two bookends

for every experience captured in between,

split in the middle

to meet me in every moment of need:

in every high and low

and every misconception,

making every lovely redirection–

 

it always comes back to singing

You and me.

After the 14th

Something inside me broke–

and it’s been a gathering of shards and scraps since.

I’ve been holding the pieces in my arms

asking God for it to be fixed.

But maybe the fragments of glass are just sand

and they’re meant to blow away with the wind.

Perhaps what was broken was intentionally finished

so I may receive what God wants to give.