but even if…

Beauty

Are You Broken or Bent?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about brokenness.

There was a pop song awhile back (by Pink & Nate Ruess) that contained the lyric “we’re not broken, just bent…” I found that idea so intriguing, but wasn’t sure what the Lord was saying to me through it.

Sometimes Christianese terms like “brokenness” start to feel trite after a while and it’s good to step back and reexamine. Typically, we tend to equate brokenness with being a mess of some sort – steeped in sin, beaten down by life, etc.

There are even some who have built churches around this theme… “Come, be broken with us.” Somehow this doesn’t sit quite right with me. Not that we can’t admit we’re messed up… I agree we need to recognize our need. But I feel that we get stuck there.

Perhaps our idea of brokenness is bent.

Heartsong

My source. My center.

Ours.

Father… Heart.

Pulsating, beating.

Jesus… Pathway.

Reaching, saving.

Spirit… Life.

Indwelling, flowing.

Together, in unison.

Renewing life. Delivering love.

To every extremity.

Back. Forth. Back.

For all. Through all.

A rhythm. A song. A dance.

His music flows through my veins. Our veins.

The very blood of God.

Poured out. Connecting. Sustaining.
Your Body. Your Bride.

Beckoning, “Come.”

I’m invited. We’re invited.

Father… Our Heart.

Jesus… Our Veins.

Spirit… Our Blood.

One heartbeat. One pulse.

Steady. True.

Am I listening? Are we listening?

Whaddaya Get the Guy Who’s Got the World?

Even better than a membership to the Jelly-of-the-Month Club, Jesus is the gift that keeps on giving the whole year. And I’ve let too many years go by in the spirit of Clark W. Griswold, not appreciating what I’ve been given, having already spent more than I can afford. Yes, Jesus probably already has everything He needs… but so do I. The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.

A Piece of Peace

Reminders of His truth to deliver us from our daily distractions. Reminders of His grace to comfort and sustain us. Reminders of His peace that will refresh us like a warm towel laid over our eyes—taking us to another world, relaxing and invigorating our senses, and refocusing our perspective… lighting our path for the day ahead.

Beauty Is Pain: Stay Plucky! (2 of 2)

If you feel as though you’re struggling with some sin that seems big and hairy and out of control (maybe like a giant, Burt-esque unibrow), I ask you to consider something. Think back to another area of past bondage that you are now free of and remember how difficult that seemed at the time. Remember how you were able to uproot that sin as you relied on God. Now trust Him to be faithful again. Ask Him. Let Him

Beauty is Pain: Becoming Who We Are (1 of 2)

My 3-year-old daughter adores art. Occasionally however, her love becomes a source of frustration when she has trouble executing the beauty she sees in her mind’s eye. Her cry begins with despair and turns to rage because “It’s not beautiful!” Her maturity in one area does not line up with her development in the other.