Archives for the ‘every day desperate for Jesus’ Category

[A Restless Heart] Everything Undone

The breaking happened on a Thursday in mid-October, 2002. I don’t remember dates, so the fact that I know this stuns me. A week before, I had spent hours on my knees, praying over a meeting between my first love and my best friend. He’d stopped talking to her when he’d stopped talking to me. [...]

[A Restless Heart] Enter, Spring

she dances in lightly, capricious, as a little wild child not quite finished dancing with the fairies. she will grow up soon enough, up into warmer suns and deeper colors, but now she plays, exploring each moment. she becomes time rushing and slowing, flowing like her brooks falling out of ice. she sneaks in with [...]

[A Restless Heart] What if I…

What if I dared to live what I believe deep down, regardless of the yes or the no or the nod of approval or the expectation? What if I opened my life up to the good because I want to, not because everyone else is preaching it or saying it or doing it? What if [...]

[ A Restless Heart ] On Prayer. And Change. And God’s Nearness.

I tell Piper that prayer isn’t anything hard – it’s just telling God about her day. I tell her that He likes it when she talks to Him. Every night I tell her that He loves her more than we ever could. I tell her these things because I believe them. Because they are simple [...]

[ A Restless Heart ] stretched, spread, scattered – a little real

Tolkien’s description of Bilbo’s living-tired, “thin, like butter spread over too much bread,” it is echoing through me this morning. I am up early, aching tired and wide awake – and half afraid to admit it, because I don’t blame anyone for it, and I don’t want it all to stop, because this is the [...]

two teasers and a question for you

“For we are the circumcision, who worship God in the Spirit, rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh…” (Phil. 3:3) I am living in Philippians recently, sorting things, learning the difference between confidence in Christ and pride in my own “right.” There is much to say, and more to live, and [...]

earthquake – how God makes a life

So somehow, somewhere along the way, I started thinking I had a right. Thinking that I was a right. Thinking that I knew the right. Thinking that nobody else did. And I am tired of the right. The having to have it and be it and know it all the time is the most exhausting, [...]