A voice cries out…

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Watering:

A voice cries out:
“In the wilderness prepare
    the way for the Lord;
make straight in the desert
    a highway for our God.
(Isaiah 40:3)

Watching:

 

“The voice cries out: … In the wilderness, make a way. In the desert, make a straight road.”

Wherever you find yourself…

find The Way home.

***

and Wondering:

My family, my mom, dad, brother, sisters, nephews, nieces, husband, sons – all of us – love the wilderness.

The untouched beauty,

The quiet grandeur.

The expansiveness of artistry so incredible, it boggles the mind and rocks the soul.

The wilderness is a place we respect with a healthy fear – a place we know demands to be embraced on its own terms – not ours.

The wilderness is a sacred place where God reaches into our souls and says, “Here I am. Listen to me.”

But Spiritual wilderness is a different beast altogether. Like looking into the entrance to a foreboding cave, it can scream of a scary, lost place without compass or GPS or Google Search.

Spiritual wilderness can hold in its grasp the vast expanse of loneliness and forlorn wandering.

Spiritual wilderness can feel like a barren hot desert – without oasis- able to scorch Hope to its root.

But here I sit in Tahoe, a place I love, looking out at the beauty of the wilderness that surrounds me and I wonder:

Can I look at spiritual wilderness the way I do nature’s beauty? Can spiritual wilderness hold the same beauty?… And, are they really so different after all?

Untouched beauty awaits in each:

Physical wilderness: the beauty of God’s creation

Spiritual: the beauty of who He sees me to be: His masterpiece – created in His image.

Quiet grandeur resounds in each:

Earth’s wilderness: the exploding silence of majesty too great to contain in words

Heaven sent: the depths of my soul, hidden deep in Him … where unfathomable peace is found in His quiet whispers

The expanse of creation stretches into each:

The Wild of this world holds the spider’s lacy design, cradles the mountain peak’s towering strength, reaches beyond to the twinkles of nuclear explosions that fill the darkness

The Wild of my soul embraces the depths of life where He created my inmost being; where He knit me together in my mother’s womb, designing each day for me, writing my story before even one of them came to be.

From this deeper place I can see the beauty

and I can hear His voice cries out to me:

When you are in the wilderness, Sweetie, any wilderness:

Make. it. the. Place. You. Love.

Prepare a way for me.

Waiting:

Lord, thank you for new perspective.

And Lord, in the wilderness and in the desert – on your terms and in your love – in your untouched and incomparable beauty, in the stillness and quiet grandeur of your voice, in the unfathomable expanse of who you are … I will make a place for you.

because

Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?

(What wilderness is strong enough to keep me from your love?)

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
    and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to you.

How precious to me are your thoughts,God!
    How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you …(Psalm 139)

 

Watering Today: Prov. 24; ps 24, 124; Isaiah 40-42; 1 Peter 1- 3

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a voice crying out

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Watering:

A voice cries out:
“In the wilderness prepare
    the way for the Lord;
make straight in the desert
    a highway for our God.
(Isaiah 40:3)

Watching and Wondering:

 

“The voice cries out: … In the wilderness, make a way. In the desert, make a straight road.” Wherever you find yourself… find The Way home.

***

My family, my mom, dad, brother, sisters, nephews, nieces, husband, sons – all of us – love the wilderness.

The untouched beauty,

The quiet grandeur.

The expansiveness of artistry so incredible it boggles the mind and rocks the soul.

The wilderness is a place we respect with a healthy fear – a place we know demands to be embraced on its own terms, not ours.

The wilderness is a sacred place where God reaches into our souls and says, “Here I am. Listen to me.”

But spiritual wilderness is a different beast altogether. It’s a scary, lost place, without compass or GPS or Google Search. Spiritual wilderness holds in its grasp the vast expanse of loneliness and forlorn wandering. Spiritual wilderness is a barren hot desert – without oasis. And it is known to scorch Hope to its root.

But here I sit in Tahoe, a place I love, looking out at the beauty of the wilderness that surrounds me and I wonder: Can I look at spiritual wilderness the way I do nature’s? Can spiritual wilderness hold the same beauty?

And, are they really so different after all?

Untouched beauty awaits in each:

Physical wilderness: the beauty of God’s creation.

Spiritual: the beauty of who He sees me to be -His masterpiece – created in His image.

Quiet grandeur resounds in each:

Earth’s wilderness: the exploding silence of majesty too great to contain in words.

Heaven sent: the depths of my soul hidden deep in Him, where unfathomable stillness is found in His quiet whispers.

The expanse of creation stretches into each:

The wild of this world holds the spider’s lacy design, cradles the mountain peak’s towering strength, and reaches beyond to the twinkles of nuclear explosions that fill the darkness.

The wild of my soul plunges the depths of life where He created my inmost being, knitting me together in my mother’s womb, designing each day for me, and writing my story before even one of them came to be.

And it is here from this deeper place a voice cries out to me:

When you are in the wilderness, any wilderness: Make. it. the. Place. You. Love.

Make, in it, a way for me.

When you are in the desert, Sweetheart  and want so desperately the sanctuary of your mountain refuge, then use your wilderness survival skills:

Walk at night when the path scorches,

Look at the stars, Punkin, ‘they’ve always given you hope and hope’s important.

Find a distant goal on the horizon,

Then make a straight path.

Waiting:

Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?

(What wilderness is strong enough to keep me from your love?)

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
    and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to you.

How precious to me are your thoughts,God!
    How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you …(Psalm 139)

Lord, regardless of wilderness or desert or wind-driven storm, I am still with you.

And a voice cries out, my voice cries out: Lord, in the wilderness and in the desert, on your terms… in your untouched, incomparable beauty, in the still and quiet grandeur of your voice, in the unfathomable expanse of who you are … I will make a place for you.

 

Watering Today: Prov. 24; ps 24, 124; Isaiah 40-42; 1 Peter 1- 3

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In the Everydays

Watering:

In the spring, at the time when kings go off to war, David sent Joab out with the king’s men and the whole Israelite army. They destroyed the Ammonites and besieged Rabbah. But David remained in Jerusalem. (2 Samuel 11:1)

Watching:

It was spring.

David was a king.

He was supposed to go off to war.

Ho hum, another war… another sure victory,… let’s see, what else is happening?

Disillusioned? Bored? … or was David just a gorged stomach after a Thanksgiving feast? Power full, victory stuffed…ready for some football and a nap.

Regardless the reason, David sent someone else to fight his battle. Someone else to win his war.

Someone else to do what he should have been doing…

David stayed behind.

Wondering:

Much is made of David’s subsequent decisions surrounding Bathsheba – the juicy tabloid news. But it seems that real problems always start way sooner, more quietly, more internally — more root like.

Problems always start in the Everydays, the day ins and the day outs… deciding to put our hand to the plow, or opting to stay behind.

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? I could no more pick apart David’s fall than he could pick apart any of mine. Because only God sees our heart… the very depths of the Everydays that makes me, me — and makes you, you…

Where can I go from your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens,you are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
    your right hand will hold me fast. (Psalm 139)

And it doesn’t matter weather our Everydays are full of victory or despair, excitement or boredom, everything fulfilling or everything on hold… God waits for us.

His right hand holds us fast to keep us from falling.

Waiting:

Father, you know the depths of my heart, and you love me the same. In all my Everydays, Lord, help me keep my hand to the plow.

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