The Wings of Time

How can three months fly by so quickly?...three months of daily intentions to write, to comment on life, to display the pictures that are my life. "I want you to write more", Delton tells me. And so I carve out a moment to express what is on my mind.
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It was after the struggle. The battle had ended...peacefully, with little fanfare. His heart was still bruised from the inner battles he was fighting, the thorn in the flesh that had become more painful in the last few weeks. I watched this child that I loved. My hands had gone limp in the struggle. My wisdom had failed me ...(this child who just came out with a new pair of pants on. Only if you had walked our journey would you understand why I am crying)...and I had done little other than love him as he fought me.
We went outside. He sat down, and I watched his eyes close, his lips move. Talking, praying...to the one who hears what human hearts can't.
And then I understood. All I can do is lead him to Christ. In each moment, each encounter, beautiful or bloody...I have been given the joy, the responsibility, of leading my child to Christ.
I can do that.

Father, hear us, we are praying,

Hear the words our hearts are saying,

We are praying for our children.

Keep them from the powers of evil,

From the secret, hidden peril,

From the whirpool that would suck them,

From the treacherous quicksand pluck them.

From the worldling's hollow gladness,

From the sting of faithless sadness,

Holy Father, save our children.

Through life's troubled water steer them,

Through life's bitter battle cheer them,

Father, Father, be Thou near them.

Read the language of our longing,

Read the wordless pleadings thronging,

Holy Father, for our children

And wherever they may bide,

Lead them Home at eventide.

(Amy Carmichael, from her book Toward Jerusalem)

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We were watching a movie after the kids were in bed.

The movie paused, buffering.

We sat there silently, watching the frozen screen.

We could kiss, I said.

So we did.

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In my journey, this thought has become very personal...a plea from Heaven... My child, don't do anything that would cause you to lose your confidence to stand before a holy God. 

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There are two songs that communicate the journey I am on, the call of the Beloved to his daughter. If you get a chance, find the songs and listen to them... and experience His overwhelming grace...

Rest Easy

Andrew Peterson

You are not alone

I will always be with you

Even to the end



You don’t have to work so hard

You can rest easy

You don’t have to prove yourself

You’re already mine

You don’t have to hide your heart

I already love you

I hold it in mine

So you can rest easy



Do not be afraid

Nothing, nothing in the world

Can come between us now



You don’t have to work so hard

You can rest easy

You don’t have to prove yourself

You’re already mine

You don’t have to hide your heart

I already love you

I hold it in mine

So you can rest easy



You work so hard to wear yourself down

And you’re running like a rodeo clown

You’re smiling like you’re scared to death

You’re out of faith and all out of breath

You’re so afraid you’ve got nowhere left to go



Well, you are not alone

I will always be with you



You don’t have to work so hard

You can rest easy

You don’t have to prove yourself

You’re already mine

You don’t have to hide your heart

I already love you

I hold it in mine

You can rest easy

and



Scars
Jonny Diaz

She holds for dear life to the ends of the sleeves in her hands,


Covering up lies that she wrote with a razor sharp pen,

And the sting of the blade is no match for the pain of the loneliness she's going through,

But we've all been there too.



Praise God we don't have to hide scars

They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts.

They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are

So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars



You can still see the mark on his hand where there once was a ring

He watched decades of history dissolve when she wanted to leave

And the hole that it left there inside of his chest

Is a canyon a thousand miles deep

We all know how that feels.



Praise God we don't have to hide scars

They just strengthen our wounds, and soften our hearts.

They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are

So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars



There once was a King who so burdened with grief

Walked into death so that we could find peace

He rose up with scars on his hands and his feet

By them we are healed, by them we are healed.



So praise God we don't have to hide scars

Yeah we know his are covering ours

Praise God we don't have to hide scars

They just strengthen our wounds and they soften our hearts

They remind us of who we have been, but not who we are

So Praise God we don't have to hide scars.