Last year I spent months stuck in the day between Good Friday and Easter. The calendar marched on, Easter had officially "happened" - but something in me got stuck. I don't mean that to sound like my life fell apart and there was no light - it actually was a great bunch of months, where I was learning lots, and connecting with God, and hearing things from Him in a way I hadn't in a long time. But what I was hearing was a repeated "WAIT"... wait on the rock... wait, rest, stay. Dwell in the space between the death and resurrection. Wait.
During that time, this song became a regular on my playlist. On repeat. Over and Over.
"If it's true that You know what I'm feeling, could it be that You're weeping with me?" Friend, when you find yourself in that space of pain and weeping, God is with you. And He isn't saying "hurry up, get over it, move on" - He says "I see you, I hear you, I weep with you, let me share your pain. Let's sit here together."
"Somehow this sorrow is shaping my heart like it should... this heartache is bringing me closer than joy ever could... as we try to believe what is not meant to be understood, will You help us to trust Your intentions for us are still good, cause you laid down Your life and You suffered like I never could... You're always good."
The day between Good Friday and Easter is meant to teach us, to shape our heart. The heartache draws us closer to God. Without our Holy Saturday we don't have the need for Sunday.
I can't imagine what your Holy Saturday feels like. I don't know what you are going through that makes you wonder if God's intentions are good. I don't know how long your Holy Saturday has lasted. But what I do know is this: God is always good. Always.
"Lord, if You can hear me, please help Your child to know... You're always good."
Do You remember how Mary was grieving?
How You wept and she fell at Your feet?
If it's true that You know what I'm feeling
Could it be that You're weeping with me?
Arise, O Lord, and save me
There's nowhere else to go
You're always good, always good
Somehow this sorrow is shaping my heart like it should
And You're always good, always good
Well it's so hard to know what You're doing
Why won't You tell it all plain?
But You said You'd come back on the third day
And Peter missed it again and again
So maybe the answer surrounds us
But we don't have eyes to see
That You're always good, always good
This heartache is moving me closer than joy ever could
And You're always good
My God, my God, be near me
There's nowhere else to go
And Lord, if You can hear me
Please help Your child to know
That You're always good, always good
As we try to believe what is not meant to be understood
Will You help us to trust Your intentions for us are still good
'Cause You laid down Your life
And You suffered like I never could
You're always good, always good
You're always good, always good
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Tuesday, March 26, 2019
I Will Follow - Jon Guerra
I believe and I will follow you...
In the good days, in the bad days, in the sickness, in the storms, in the want, in my death... I believe and I will follow you.
"I believe, and I have seen your unchanging heart. In the good things and in the hardest part, I believe and I will follow you."
It's really easy to follow someone when you know where they are going. It's easy when you have the map in front of you. When you know where the road is heading. And the road is clear. When there's no traffic, when you can clearly see the lead car, you know the destination. Or you have Google Maps talking to you and giving directions even though you are following a person.
But what about when you don't know where the road is going? What about when the fog has rolled in and you can't quite see anything more than their taillights, no matter how closely you follow? When the road is windy, and you've never driven it before? When you're outside of Google's GPS signal? What do you do then?
You have to trust the leader. You have to believe that they know you are behind them. That they won't leave you in the dust. You have to believe. and follow.
How often my life feels like that. Like a road trip where I don't know the destination, where I just have to trust that the One that I am following does know the road. That they know I'm following them, and that they won't leave me in the dust. And where I practice that trust, that belief, is in the good. I practice following the leader when I can easily see them, when there isn't a storm. We have to practice our faith in the good things, so that in the hardest part we have a relationship with God where we believe and will follow.
Friends, take the time to learn God's unchanging heart. In those places where you are simply following on faith, you have to know his unchanging heart so you can believe. Practice following on the straight and narrow.
When I come to end this race I've run
And I receive the prize that Christ has won
I will be with You in Paradise
I will be with You in Paradise
When the sea is calm and all is right
When I feel Your favor flood my life
Even in the good, I'll follow You
Even in the good, I'll follow You
When the boat is tossed upon the waves
When I wonder if You'll keep me safe
Even in the storms, I'll follow You
Even in the storms, I'll follow You
I believe everything that You say You are
I believe and I have seen Your unchanging heart
In the good things and in the hardest part
I believe and I will follow You
I believe and I will follow You
When I see the wicked prospering
When I feel I have no voice to sing
Even in the want, I'll follow You
Even in the want, I'll follow You
I believe everything that You say You are
I believe and I have seen Your unchanging heart
In the good things and in the hardest part
I believe and I will follow You
I believe and I will follow You
When I find myself so far from home
And You lead me somewhere that I don't wanna go
Even in my death, I'll follow You
Even in my death, I'll follow You
When I come to end this race I've run
And I receive the prize that Christ has won
I will be with You in Paradise
I will be with You in Paradise
I believe everything that You say You are
I believe and I have seen Your unchanging heart
In the good things and in the hardest part
I believe and I will follow You
I believe and I will follow You
In the good days, in the bad days, in the sickness, in the storms, in the want, in my death... I believe and I will follow you.
"I believe, and I have seen your unchanging heart. In the good things and in the hardest part, I believe and I will follow you."
It's really easy to follow someone when you know where they are going. It's easy when you have the map in front of you. When you know where the road is heading. And the road is clear. When there's no traffic, when you can clearly see the lead car, you know the destination. Or you have Google Maps talking to you and giving directions even though you are following a person.
But what about when you don't know where the road is going? What about when the fog has rolled in and you can't quite see anything more than their taillights, no matter how closely you follow? When the road is windy, and you've never driven it before? When you're outside of Google's GPS signal? What do you do then?
You have to trust the leader. You have to believe that they know you are behind them. That they won't leave you in the dust. You have to believe. and follow.
How often my life feels like that. Like a road trip where I don't know the destination, where I just have to trust that the One that I am following does know the road. That they know I'm following them, and that they won't leave me in the dust. And where I practice that trust, that belief, is in the good. I practice following the leader when I can easily see them, when there isn't a storm. We have to practice our faith in the good things, so that in the hardest part we have a relationship with God where we believe and will follow.
Friends, take the time to learn God's unchanging heart. In those places where you are simply following on faith, you have to know his unchanging heart so you can believe. Practice following on the straight and narrow.
When I come to end this race I've run
And I receive the prize that Christ has won
I will be with You in Paradise
I will be with You in Paradise
When the sea is calm and all is right
When I feel Your favor flood my life
Even in the good, I'll follow You
Even in the good, I'll follow You
When the boat is tossed upon the waves
When I wonder if You'll keep me safe
Even in the storms, I'll follow You
Even in the storms, I'll follow You
I believe everything that You say You are
I believe and I have seen Your unchanging heart
In the good things and in the hardest part
I believe and I will follow You
I believe and I will follow You
When I see the wicked prospering
When I feel I have no voice to sing
Even in the want, I'll follow You
Even in the want, I'll follow You
I believe everything that You say You are
I believe and I have seen Your unchanging heart
In the good things and in the hardest part
I believe and I will follow You
I believe and I will follow You
When I find myself so far from home
And You lead me somewhere that I don't wanna go
Even in my death, I'll follow You
Even in my death, I'll follow You
When I come to end this race I've run
And I receive the prize that Christ has won
I will be with You in Paradise
I will be with You in Paradise
I believe everything that You say You are
I believe and I have seen Your unchanging heart
In the good things and in the hardest part
I believe and I will follow You
I believe and I will follow You
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
The Ninth Hour - Andrew Peterson
What is the ninth hour?
Traditionally, the ninth hour is around three in the afternoon - nine hours after the sun came up. It is also the time of Jesus's death (Mark 15). As such it has come to have other meanings, like "the end". It is the time that separated the work of the day from the time of baths and supper. It signaled the end of the work day. It was a traditional time of prayer, with people going to the temple to mark the end of their day.
I wanted to skip this song.
It doesn't have words.
What would I write?
Noone would know I skipped it.
and the next song is my favorite.
But God said, "NO".
There's something fitting about Christ dying "at the ninth hour" - his work on earth was done. At the ninth hour, the curtain in the temple is torn from top to bottom. Jesus' time of work on earth has finished, but His battle is just beginning. The war for our souls continues on. In the dark of night.
What time is it for you? Are you in your ninth hour? Have you reached the end of where you can continue to fight? Do you need to surrender to God's power? Do you need to visit the temple, to see the curtain torn?
Are you in the dark? Have you crossed the ninth hour and are just waiting for the light of day? May you be encouraged, friend, that God is with you in that time. He has not abandoned or forsaken you - he is with you in that tomb... and Sunday's coming.
Whether you feel like today is your ninth hour, you feel like you are in the dark, or you are living in the light on the other side, know that God has been there. He has lived it, He is with you there.
My friend, you are not alone!
Traditionally, the ninth hour is around three in the afternoon - nine hours after the sun came up. It is also the time of Jesus's death (Mark 15). As such it has come to have other meanings, like "the end". It is the time that separated the work of the day from the time of baths and supper. It signaled the end of the work day. It was a traditional time of prayer, with people going to the temple to mark the end of their day.
I wanted to skip this song.
It doesn't have words.
What would I write?
Noone would know I skipped it.
and the next song is my favorite.
But God said, "NO".
There's something fitting about Christ dying "at the ninth hour" - his work on earth was done. At the ninth hour, the curtain in the temple is torn from top to bottom. Jesus' time of work on earth has finished, but His battle is just beginning. The war for our souls continues on. In the dark of night.
What time is it for you? Are you in your ninth hour? Have you reached the end of where you can continue to fight? Do you need to surrender to God's power? Do you need to visit the temple, to see the curtain torn?
Are you in the dark? Have you crossed the ninth hour and are just waiting for the light of day? May you be encouraged, friend, that God is with you in that time. He has not abandoned or forsaken you - he is with you in that tomb... and Sunday's coming.
Whether you feel like today is your ninth hour, you feel like you are in the dark, or you are living in the light on the other side, know that God has been there. He has lived it, He is with you there.
My friend, you are not alone!
Thursday, March 14, 2019
Tarry Not - Jesse Jorgensen
Bring your hurt... I can take it
Bring your fears... I am bigger
Bring your anger... it doesn't scare me
Bring your mess... I am the cleaner
Bring your heart... I am the surgeon
BUT IT HURTS, GOD!
I know, my child, removing thorns hurts just as bad as when they got put there. And the more skin has grown around them the more painful the removal will be.
But I thought I had stitched myself up well.
That's the problem, YOU stitched it up, not ME. So now we have to pull out the ingrown stitches and start over... healing from the inside out, my way, not your way.
Are there things in your life that you have grown attached to? Maybe even hurts that you hold onto, knowing they are there, but they comfort you in some weird way, so you let them stay? They take root? You cling to them... you're attached? Maybe it's things that didn't go how you wanted, but you pieced it together and "made it work" - and now your life has grown onto that hurt, it's familiar, you know it, you know where it is, and when you're really miserable maybe you can go back to it, and poke it? No? Is that just me?
My body attaches itself to stitches really quickly. They say "get these removed in 4-6 days" and I am there in three - begging them to take them out before they can't get them out. I have railroad track scars on my leg from stitches that were left in for 6 days. Perfect lines where the stitches used to be (marked because they barely show up in a picture, ask if you want to see them in real life):
The removal of those stitches hurt sooooooooo badly. I remember it hurting worse than many of the other things that happened with that broken leg thirty years ago. Because I had become too attached to this foreign object in my skin.
But if I think about it, I attach to all kinds of things too quickly. I hold onto hurts in a little box so I can revisit them and pet them every once in the while, just to remember how prickly that event was. Or maybe to feel that pain just a little again.
But God says, I need to remove those things. I need to shine light into that box, and expose the hurt, and let it heal. Let ME mend your heart. So it can shine... Because filled with all that hurt, it can't shine. Trust in God as he (painfully) removes those things you have clung to for far too long.
God, mold my heart like clay... you are my resting place, in you I'm safe.
Tarry not my savior, let your work be true
Let my heart be broken not mended but by you till your work is through
Sovereign God, Holy, True
Shine your light into this heart of mine make it
Shine like you make it
Shine like you
Tarry not my savior, let my faith test true
God you are so faithful I'm trusting only you Father lead me through
Sovereign God, Holy, True
Shine your light into this heart of mine make it
Shine like you make it
Shine like you
Bring your fears... I am bigger
Bring your anger... it doesn't scare me
Bring your mess... I am the cleaner
Bring your heart... I am the surgeon
BUT IT HURTS, GOD!
I know, my child, removing thorns hurts just as bad as when they got put there. And the more skin has grown around them the more painful the removal will be.
But I thought I had stitched myself up well.
That's the problem, YOU stitched it up, not ME. So now we have to pull out the ingrown stitches and start over... healing from the inside out, my way, not your way.
Are there things in your life that you have grown attached to? Maybe even hurts that you hold onto, knowing they are there, but they comfort you in some weird way, so you let them stay? They take root? You cling to them... you're attached? Maybe it's things that didn't go how you wanted, but you pieced it together and "made it work" - and now your life has grown onto that hurt, it's familiar, you know it, you know where it is, and when you're really miserable maybe you can go back to it, and poke it? No? Is that just me?
My body attaches itself to stitches really quickly. They say "get these removed in 4-6 days" and I am there in three - begging them to take them out before they can't get them out. I have railroad track scars on my leg from stitches that were left in for 6 days. Perfect lines where the stitches used to be (marked because they barely show up in a picture, ask if you want to see them in real life):
The removal of those stitches hurt sooooooooo badly. I remember it hurting worse than many of the other things that happened with that broken leg thirty years ago. Because I had become too attached to this foreign object in my skin.
But if I think about it, I attach to all kinds of things too quickly. I hold onto hurts in a little box so I can revisit them and pet them every once in the while, just to remember how prickly that event was. Or maybe to feel that pain just a little again.
But God says, I need to remove those things. I need to shine light into that box, and expose the hurt, and let it heal. Let ME mend your heart. So it can shine... Because filled with all that hurt, it can't shine. Trust in God as he (painfully) removes those things you have clung to for far too long.
God, mold my heart like clay... you are my resting place, in you I'm safe.
Tarry not my savior, let your work be true
Let my heart be broken not mended but by you till your work is through
Sovereign God, Holy, True
Shine your light into this heart of mine make it
Shine like you make it
Shine like you
Tarry not my savior, let my faith test true
God you are so faithful I'm trusting only you Father lead me through
Sovereign God, Holy, True
Shine your light into this heart of mine make it
Shine like you make it
Shine like you
Make it shine
Make me shine
You are my desire
You are my goal
Your will is laid before me
Let it be so
Tarry not my savior, mold my heart like clay
God you are my comfort You are my resting place in you I'm safe
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
Well Done, Good And Faithful - Andrew Peterson
Why, oh why, my God?
How often is this the cry of our hearts? Why... oh why...
During this time of lent I think about what my Savior endured, in order to answer my why. "Oh, it's your chief delight to dwell among your praising saints, and yet you hear us groan as well, and pity our complaints." When I find myself wondering "why" (and there are lots of whys running through my head today: why so much pain... why are humans so hurtful to each other... why do you call us to live in relationships with each other when it is so hard... why do marriages fall apart... why do we get sick... why do people die... why suffering... just to name a few) I return to the truth. "For the joy set before him he endured, and is seated at the right hand of the throne, well done, good and faithful, well done, well done, good and faithful One." For the joy set before us, we endure.
Jesus endured. His blood, the perfect lamb, offered to cover our sins - to be the blood over the doorways of our lives. This does not mean that we will not also endure hardship, sickness, failed relationships, stressful times. It means that we can look to the end and know who wins. It means that we know there is a joy set before us. That someday we will enter his courts, and hear "well done..."
How I look forward to the time I hear "well done, good and faithful one". God grant me the strength to endure, to keep my hope in you.
Why has my God, my soul forsook, nor will a smile afford
Thus David once in anguish spoke and thus our dying Lord
Oh, it's your chief delight to dwell among your praising saints
And yet you hear us groan as well and pity our complaints
Our fathers trusted in your name and great deliverance found
But he's a worm despised of men who trot him to the ground
Men shake their heads and pass him by and laugh his soul to scorn
"In vain he trusts in God," they cry, neglected and forlorn
But you are he who formed his flesh by your own mighty word
And since he hung upon the breast his hope was in the Lord
Why would his father hide his face when foes stand threatening 'round
In his dark hour of deep distress and not a helper found
Why, oh why, my God?
Why, oh why, my God?
For the joy set before him he endured
And is seated at the right hand of the throne
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done, good and faithful one
Behold your dear one left alone with the cruel and the proud
As mighty bulls so fierce and strong, as lions roaring loud
For mirth and hell and sorrows meet to multiply the pain
They nail his hands, they pierce his feet and mock him yet again
Yet if your sovereign hand let loose a rage in earth and hell
Why would my Heavenly father bruise the son he loved so well?
He prayed in dark Gethsemane, "Withhold this bitter cup"
But he resigned his will to thee and drank the sorrows up
Our savior cried with David's grief, "In groans I waste my breath
Thy hand has brought me down beneath the bitter dust of death"
And then he gave his spirit up to trust it in your hand
His dying flesh reposed in hope, to rise at your command
Why, oh why, my God?
Why, oh why, my God?
For the joy set before him he endured
And is seated at the right hand of the throne
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done good and faithful one
How often is this the cry of our hearts? Why... oh why...
During this time of lent I think about what my Savior endured, in order to answer my why. "Oh, it's your chief delight to dwell among your praising saints, and yet you hear us groan as well, and pity our complaints." When I find myself wondering "why" (and there are lots of whys running through my head today: why so much pain... why are humans so hurtful to each other... why do you call us to live in relationships with each other when it is so hard... why do marriages fall apart... why do we get sick... why do people die... why suffering... just to name a few) I return to the truth. "For the joy set before him he endured, and is seated at the right hand of the throne, well done, good and faithful, well done, well done, good and faithful One." For the joy set before us, we endure.
Jesus endured. His blood, the perfect lamb, offered to cover our sins - to be the blood over the doorways of our lives. This does not mean that we will not also endure hardship, sickness, failed relationships, stressful times. It means that we can look to the end and know who wins. It means that we know there is a joy set before us. That someday we will enter his courts, and hear "well done..."
How I look forward to the time I hear "well done, good and faithful one". God grant me the strength to endure, to keep my hope in you.
Why has my God, my soul forsook, nor will a smile afford
Thus David once in anguish spoke and thus our dying Lord
Oh, it's your chief delight to dwell among your praising saints
And yet you hear us groan as well and pity our complaints
Our fathers trusted in your name and great deliverance found
But he's a worm despised of men who trot him to the ground
Men shake their heads and pass him by and laugh his soul to scorn
"In vain he trusts in God," they cry, neglected and forlorn
But you are he who formed his flesh by your own mighty word
And since he hung upon the breast his hope was in the Lord
Why would his father hide his face when foes stand threatening 'round
In his dark hour of deep distress and not a helper found
Why, oh why, my God?
Why, oh why, my God?
For the joy set before him he endured
And is seated at the right hand of the throne
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done, good and faithful one
Behold your dear one left alone with the cruel and the proud
As mighty bulls so fierce and strong, as lions roaring loud
For mirth and hell and sorrows meet to multiply the pain
They nail his hands, they pierce his feet and mock him yet again
Yet if your sovereign hand let loose a rage in earth and hell
Why would my Heavenly father bruise the son he loved so well?
He prayed in dark Gethsemane, "Withhold this bitter cup"
But he resigned his will to thee and drank the sorrows up
Our savior cried with David's grief, "In groans I waste my breath
Thy hand has brought me down beneath the bitter dust of death"
And then he gave his spirit up to trust it in your hand
His dying flesh reposed in hope, to rise at your command
Why, oh why, my God?
Why, oh why, my God?
For the joy set before him he endured
And is seated at the right hand of the throne
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done, good and faithful, well done
Well done good and faithful one
Monday, March 11, 2019
Closer - Charlie Hall (revisited)
I posted this song many months ago... but it has whacked me upside the head in the last week, so I thought I'd re-post it and share a little about it.
By all outside measures, my life is good - I am relatively healthy, I have the job I dreamed of since I was five, that most days I love. I have a fantastically wonderful husband, spectacular children, an amazingly supportive church family, and great friends. But... God says, "Wendy, all that is great - but you can't rely on it to fill you. That's not enough."
This has been a week where God has reminded me of that. Repetitively. In many different ways and through many different formats.
You like singing? Great... I'll take your voice...
You think you are wise? Sweet... here are three new situations for you to navigate supporting others, where you're going to feel completely out of your league...
You still think you can do this on your own? Here... let's stir up memories of things that you never really dealt with from 20+ years ago...
"Come close to God, and God will come close to you." - James 4:8
Through all of this, God says,
listen to MY words...
come in close...
My words are filled with grace and mercy, and will break your stony heart...
Jesus, let your words fall on my ears, and break my stony heart. I want to come in close, will you come in close and speak...
Beautiful are the words spoken to me
Beautiful is the one who is speaking
Come in close, come in close and speak
Come in close, come closer to me
And the power of Your words
are filled with grace and mercy
Let them fall on my ears and break my stony heart
By all outside measures, my life is good - I am relatively healthy, I have the job I dreamed of since I was five, that most days I love. I have a fantastically wonderful husband, spectacular children, an amazingly supportive church family, and great friends. But... God says, "Wendy, all that is great - but you can't rely on it to fill you. That's not enough."
This has been a week where God has reminded me of that. Repetitively. In many different ways and through many different formats.
You like singing? Great... I'll take your voice...
You think you are wise? Sweet... here are three new situations for you to navigate supporting others, where you're going to feel completely out of your league...
You still think you can do this on your own? Here... let's stir up memories of things that you never really dealt with from 20+ years ago...
"Come close to God, and God will come close to you." - James 4:8
Through all of this, God says,
listen to MY words...
come in close...
My words are filled with grace and mercy, and will break your stony heart...
Jesus, let your words fall on my ears, and break my stony heart. I want to come in close, will you come in close and speak...
Beautiful are the words spoken to me
Beautiful is the one who is speaking
Come in close, come in close and speak
Come in close, come closer to me
And the power of Your words
are filled with grace and mercy
Let them fall on my ears and break my stony heart
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Last Words (Tenebrae) - Andrew Peterson
Today is Ash Wednesday. Christians around the world are taking time to prepare for Easter. As such, through lent I will be sharing songs on Wednesdays from an album a friend shared with me last year at Good Friday time (and a couple others, because the album is short).
A traditional Lenten practice is to give up something for the time between Ash Wednesday leading up to Easter. In our church, we also focus on picking up something at the same time to help fill the hole left by what you laid down. I'll admit, I'm still fighting with God about what I'm laying down and picking up - I'm hoping I figure it out (IE surrender to God what He's asking me to give up that I am kicking and screaming about) by Sunday when our church kicks off lent with an evening prayer and worship service.
As I fight with God about what I'm giving up, I realize that Jesus gave up everything to follow what God asked Him to do. And even in that asked for those doing it to Him to be forgiven. If He can do that, how can I not give up _______ (coffee, facebook, instagram, complaining, food, etc.... as an aside, if you want a kick in the pants, give up complaining) thing that God is asking me to give up?
So as you enter this time of lent, do so looking at the cross, and the power of the resurrection - commit yourself into the Father's hands.
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do
Forgive them, they know not what they do
Today you will be with me in Paradise
You will be with me today
Behold your son, behold your mother, behold your son
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
I thirst, I thirst
It is finished, it is finished
Father, into your hands, into your hands
I commit my spirit
A traditional Lenten practice is to give up something for the time between Ash Wednesday leading up to Easter. In our church, we also focus on picking up something at the same time to help fill the hole left by what you laid down. I'll admit, I'm still fighting with God about what I'm laying down and picking up - I'm hoping I figure it out (IE surrender to God what He's asking me to give up that I am kicking and screaming about) by Sunday when our church kicks off lent with an evening prayer and worship service.
As I fight with God about what I'm giving up, I realize that Jesus gave up everything to follow what God asked Him to do. And even in that asked for those doing it to Him to be forgiven. If He can do that, how can I not give up _______ (coffee, facebook, instagram, complaining, food, etc.... as an aside, if you want a kick in the pants, give up complaining) thing that God is asking me to give up?
So as you enter this time of lent, do so looking at the cross, and the power of the resurrection - commit yourself into the Father's hands.
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do
Forgive them, they know not what they do
Today you will be with me in Paradise
You will be with me today
Behold your son, behold your mother, behold your son
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
I thirst, I thirst
It is finished, it is finished
Father, into your hands, into your hands
I commit my spirit
Monday, March 4, 2019
When You Walk Into the Room - Bryan & Katie Torwalt
Have you ever had a person that you were acutely aware of their presence at all times? I think of friends I have had, who I knew the second they walked into the room... a mentor who whenever she was around I knew, and I knew exactly where she was in that room. In her case, it was probably because I knew what her perfume smelled like, and for some reason I could smell it a long ways away. I wanted to be just like her, so I watched her, I listened to her, and I learned "at her feet" what it looked like to be an adult Christian.
When I was dating Josh, it was similar. I wanted to know where he was, what he was doing, at all times. And when he walked into the room, everything changed... Everything revolved around him, I focused on him alone. Nothing mattered to me more than him.
I try to imagine what it would be like now if Jesus walked into the room. Would I see him? Would I be so aware of him? When I first met Jesus I am certain that I would have responded that way. But would I now?
This song is my prayer - that I would wake up each morning knowing that when Jesus walks into the room everything changes. That I would be aware of how darkness trembles at his sight, that his light would make my heart start burning. That I would know his scent so well that I could smell his presence a mile away. Come and consume me God, I give you permission, my heart is yours.
When you walk into the room
Everything changes
Darkness starts to tremble
At the light that you bring
And when you walk into the room
Every heart starts burning
And nothing matters more
Than just to sit here at your feet
And worship you
We worship you
We love you
We'll never stop
We can't live without you, Jesus
We love you
And we can't get enough
All this is for you, Jesus
When you walk into the room
Sickness starts to vanish
Every hopeless situation ceases to exist
And when you walk into the room,
The dead begin to rise
'Cause there is resurrection life
In all You do
Come and consume, God
All we are
We give you permission
Our hearts are Yours
We want You
We want You
When I was dating Josh, it was similar. I wanted to know where he was, what he was doing, at all times. And when he walked into the room, everything changed... Everything revolved around him, I focused on him alone. Nothing mattered to me more than him.
I try to imagine what it would be like now if Jesus walked into the room. Would I see him? Would I be so aware of him? When I first met Jesus I am certain that I would have responded that way. But would I now?
This song is my prayer - that I would wake up each morning knowing that when Jesus walks into the room everything changes. That I would be aware of how darkness trembles at his sight, that his light would make my heart start burning. That I would know his scent so well that I could smell his presence a mile away. Come and consume me God, I give you permission, my heart is yours.
When you walk into the room
Everything changes
Darkness starts to tremble
At the light that you bring
And when you walk into the room
Every heart starts burning
And nothing matters more
Than just to sit here at your feet
And worship you
We worship you
We love you
We'll never stop
We can't live without you, Jesus
We love you
And we can't get enough
All this is for you, Jesus
When you walk into the room
Sickness starts to vanish
Every hopeless situation ceases to exist
And when you walk into the room,
The dead begin to rise
'Cause there is resurrection life
In all You do
Come and consume, God
All we are
We give you permission
Our hearts are Yours
We want You
We want You
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