Listening to your Rhythm

Here's the cadence of your heart,
Beating, as my ear lays on your chest.
As I place my hand on my heart,
I sense the off-beat rhythm of blues.
Sin and shame clog the rush of blood,
slowly,
morbidly,
hopelessly,
It hardly has a beat of it's own.
Father, your heart races with life,
untainted and immaculate,
nothing interferes with the blood,
coarsing through your veins like water.
I look into your eyes and whisper,
"I want the rhythm of your heart."
He reaches his hand out to me,
He breathes life into my lungs,
My hand to his heart as his to mine,
Together they beat as one.
He sends me off with hope,
"In every murmer or palpatation,
Do not fret, look to me,
And I will make all things new,"

Here's a Thought

Do yourself a favor and do something stupid today, or silly, or outrageous, or just make yourself laugh, anything that'll remind you of what it feels like to loose control of yourself. A shock, a jolt, a zap to the brain reminding you not to take life so seriously. It's come to my attention that I might be a little eccentric, a little out there, a little weird, and to people who know me and believe that, I challenge you to do the same.
Today, I went for a walk at 1 in the morning, and then it began to rain. I stayed in the rain for a little bit, shuffling along, hurridly making my way back to my apartment, when it occured to me that why was I so worried about being caught out in the rain. Immediately, I took off my shoes, threw off my hood, and just began to embrace the moment that I was in. I'm sure there was some judgemental soul riding around, assuming I was a hobo of some sort, but it didn't matter.
There are too many smart people out there. Too many people who've got it figured out. When really, the biggest piece of wisdom I can impart to you, is that I know enough to realize how much I don't know. This world is so vast, people are so complex, God is so big that I will not begin to let on that I've some how miraculously got the answers to everything.
Here's the deal. If you think you're a mystery your not, you're just trying too hard. You'd do yourself and everyone else a favor if you just lightened up and realized the only thing in your control is the amount of fun you allow yourself to have, so have as much as you can handle. The wisdom of man is exceedingly inept to the vastness of the universe. Here's a thought, maybe you should realize how much more foolish it would be to believe you're more wise than the fool who believes.

*I don't really know who the "you" I am referring to is, but what does it matter, go have fun regardless.

Throw it all in front of me

I've been giving much thought lately as to what I would do if God threw all the worldy things that I wanted in front of me. What would happen if everyone loved me as much as I wanted them too? What would happen if I was given the career I always thought was best for me? What would happen if I lived in the place I always thought I would settle down in? What would happen if I had the family I always dreamed of? What would happen if I fell in love with the girl I always thought I'd fall in love with?
Lord, thank you for reminding me that you're my portion. Thank you for making it clear to me that if I had all that I wanted, I would find that I was sadly decieved into believing any of it could be enough. Sometimes it scares me that the Lord might actually give me what I want. I know that the outcome would just be disappointing. A part of me would just rather settle with the fantasy of my desires. There's something comfortable about desiring the things of this world, atleast there's something comfortable to me about it. The things of this world seem more practical, tangible...like if I put the works into it, I'll get it.
Lord, thank you that you are not a God of works. I believe the hope that is Jesus Christ is in the knowledge that it isn't by works that we are saved. It's by His grace. He is enough. He is sufficient. This all reminds me of those movies like the Mummy where there is this huge treasure hunt that turns into some epic quest. Only to find, that when anyone reaches the treasure it all turns to sand...Likewise, it is my fear, and my affirmation for faith, that if we got everything we wanted, we would find some way to ruin it. Find some way for that treasure to slip right through our hands.
"For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." Ephesians 2:10
Lord, in you there is no darkness. In me, it's sometimes hard to find the light. My heart is where my treasure lies, and my treasure lies in the Kingdom. Father, thank you for your sovereign protection. You protect my heart, my soul from slipping away like the sand between my fingers. I find so much encouragement in the fact that in order for me to realize the beauty of desiring your will in my life, I must fully recognize the emptiness of a heart rested in worldly treasures.