Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The 40 day photo challenge: Day 3

Photo 3:
The Everyday Ordinary
"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty."
Psalm 91:1

Recently my roomate and I decided we needed a chalkboard on our wall to write messages to each other. This week she wrote psalm 91:1 across the top of the board. I took this picture, not because I intended to use it as my "photograph of the day" but because I have a little bit of a fetish with photographing words. I assumed that the photograph was black and white (being the colors of the board and chalk) but after uploading it to my computer I realized that the sun glaring on the board added a strange green tint. Earlier today Bethany encouraged me with an email in which she quoted a recent conversation with a photography friend of hers..."you stated that you have to look for beauty because of your unchanging environment and im saying you dont have to look very far." After reading this, it was like a lightbulb went off in my brain (if someone had been photographing me at that moment I am positive a glowing orb of light around by head would have been captured on the film). What is this strange feeling of satisfaction and deep joy that is increasing inside of me? Could photographing my everyday mundane environment really be growing my appreciation and love for life itself? Never have I been so excited to step out in tomorrow and discover what new revelation awaits me. Never have I been so excited to live in THIS window of time, here in Wilmore, Ky. Never has God spoken so clearly in the everyday, unchanging environment I find myself in. Or maybe I just never stopped visualizing the future, to hear him in the present. I often think I need to some how lift myself up to meet with God, that I have to try and take myself to his level. Theres such joy in letting go and letting him meet me at mine. (cause my finite mind cant understand an infinite God anyway) Truth is, I dont have to look very far to find God, he's already found me and he's gracious enough to give my little mind glimpses into his unending uncomprehendable one. Whats even crazier than that is that I can actually understand his mind, because I now have the mind of Christ. I really dont have to look very far to find beauty, its all around me. Even what appeared to be a simple black and white photograph of a chalkboard contained a beautiful arrangement of colors. Why? Because light was cast on it. Okay, thats another really cool concept that I'll have to externally process later.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The 40 day photo challenge: Day 2

Photo 2:
Figg Lane
I often venture out to Figg Lane. Whether its to soak up the silence, spend some good time in the word, or to wade through muddy water with a friend, its never failed to consist of a good time. Today after work, Samantha and I decided we needed some sunshine and we went and visited ol' figg. The water was freezing, but we braved the frigid temperature and went wading anyway. (mainly because samantha lost her shoe and we were forced to retrieve it)

Monday, September 22, 2008

The 40 day photo challenge: Day 1

The 40 day photo challenge:
The great day has dawned (today) and although seperated by the state of Tennessee, Kentucky and Georgia find a way to unite through the photographic journey of Bethany and Amy. Bethany (one of my favorite people on the entire earth) and I have long discussed the idea of a 40 day photo challenge. A few years back we took part in a similar assignment in our photography II class at Asbury, which required we take a photograph a day for a week in order to visually describe our life in a greater way. And so here we are, greatly inspired and immensely excited about our creative adventure. We're going to take a photograph a day, and post it on our blogs, possibly writing a little something about each photograph. Check out B's blog here: http://www.xanga.com/sundowner83 (and if the link for some reason doesnt work, its linked on the right from my blog.)

Photo 1:
Magic Shoes
This year I've had the opportunity to volunteer as a youth leader at my church - gcf (great commission fellowship). It has been an amazing experience and is truely a blessing to be able to take part in the lives of these beautiful kids. One of the youth and I happen to have matching shoes. She excitedly claims they're "magic shoes" and insisted we both wear them for youth meeting. We rocked them out playing kickball and soccer the other night and well okay, we pretty much rock them out whenever we wear them cause we're cool like that.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

lomography




i figured out how to do the fake lomo effect in photoshop today. itll have to do until i can buy a real lomographic camera. ive decided i think lomography is pretty darned sweet.

Monday, September 15, 2008

the greatest reality is this...

so we do not lose heart. though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. for this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison as we look not to the things that are seen but the things that are unseen. for the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. 2 cor 4:16

Friday, September 12, 2008

my dirty secret exposed


i have a love affair with the taylor 12 string....


Tuesday, September 9, 2008

sowing to the spirit or sowing to the flesh


indwelling spirit
i am not alone
indwelling spirit
i am not my own
you have not left me here alone
but what you've done
what you've done
is given me the dignity to choose you
the dignity to choose you
its life or death
sowing to the spirit
or sowing to the flesh
come and strengthen
with righteousness
come and strengthen
with christ within
(justin rizzo)

Monday, September 1, 2008

come unlock my heart
awaken love
set me free
come speak life
for you're alive
i shall live and not die
cause you're alive

Sunday, August 24, 2008

i need your presence god.
keep me, lest i die.

Friday, August 15, 2008

august fifteen

i want the essence, not the eminence.
i need reality, god in his proper place, me in mine.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

...more on wisdom and the fear of the lord

"there is this point of reality where we begin our fellowship, our friendship, our communion with God. when we come into this sweet relationship, we begin to learn astonished reverance, breathless adoration, awesome fascination, lofty admiration...of the attributes of God and something of the breathless silence that we know when God is near. all these things, coming from the divine presence add up to what the bible refers to as the "fear of the lord." the fear of God is that "astonished reverence" it comes any where from -the terror of a guilty soul before a holy God -to the fascinated "rapture" of the worshipping soul. the reverential fear of God mixed with love and fascination and astonishment and devotion is the most enjoyable state the human soul can know. This fear isnt of the earthly kind -fear of invasion, terrorism, fear of the collapse of civilization...men think they know what fear is, this fear is an awe and reverance of a loving and holy God. that kind of fear of God is a spiritual thing and can only be brought by the presence of God. when the Holy Spirit came at pentecost, there was a great fear upon all the people, yet they weren't afraid of anything. a child of God made perfect in love, has no fear because perfect love casts out fear (1 john 4). yet he or she is a person of all persons who most fears God. the presence of God in our midst -bringing a sense of Godly fear and reverance -this is largely missing today. it is someting that cannot be induced it cannot be compared to a superstitious dread. the true fear of God is a beautiful thing, for it is worship, it is love, it is veneration. it is a high moral happiness because God is. it is a delight so great that if God were not, the worshiper would not want to be, either. he or she could easily pray "my God, continue to be as thou art, or let me die! i cannot think of any other God but thee!" true worship is to be so personally and hopelessly in love with God that the idea of transfer of affection never even remotely exists. that is the meaning of the the fear of God.

-AW Tozer, Whatever Happened to Worship?

Friday, August 8, 2008

On wisdom...

"for Christ did not send me to baptize but to preach the gospel, and not with words of eloquent wisdom, lest the cross of Christ be emptied of its power. for the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. for it is written, 'i will destroy the widom of the wise, and the discernment of the discerning i will thwart.' where is the one who is wise? where is the scribe? where is the debater of this age? has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? for since, in the wisdom of God, the world did not know God through wisdom, it pleased God through the folly of what we preach to save those who believe. for Jews demand signs and Greeks seek widsom, but we preach Christ crucified, a stumbling block to Jews and folly to Gentiles, but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. for the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men. for consider your calling brothers, not many of you were wise according to worldy standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. but God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise, God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong, God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God. He is the source of your life in Christ Jesus, who God made our wisdom and our righteousness and sanctification and redemption. Therefore, as it is written, 'let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.' And i, when i came to you, brothers, did not come proclaiming to you the testimony of God with lofty speech or wisdom. for i decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. and i was with you in weakness and in fear and much trembling, and my speech and my message were not in plausible words of wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men but in the power of God. " 1 cor. 1:17-31 & 2:1-5

im sick of hearing words, words, words. and talk of this and rumor of that, and this ministry and that ministry and this idea and God is telling me this and he's telling me that. i want to see the demonstration of the Spirit of the Lord in our midst. its time that our faith rests in this, in power, not in lofty speech and "great wisdom" of the world, which is really foolishness. empty speech must end. our own words must end. its time for the words of the living God, cause they are not empty, they contain power and the demonstration of the Spirit!! and we want to know what the burden of the lord is? its this, jeremiah 23. its every mans own word. and we pervert the word of the living god. (36)

Monday, July 28, 2008

the adventure


life is way to exciting to just sit back and watch from a distance. i never thought spending my entire summer in wilmore could be so wonderful. but literally, i cannot even express how much God has taught me these last few weeks. in some ways i feel like its been the summer from hell, summers in the past usually consist of making a butt-load of money and traveling. this summer hasn't been either but the sustaining presence of the lord has been more than enough to satisfy me redefine me purify me...set my heart on fire all over again. i feel like the lord is so re-shaping me that im losing myself entirely. which is good! because im getting so lost in him that im losing all my identity and self "inward" focus, which is forcing me to look to him for everything. my identity is found in him. he is surely teaching me john 3:30 and is increasing in me as im letting go of everything and letting that refining fire just burn. cause its not about me, its not about anything i can or cant do, its about him. and his spirit dwells inside me, and well, thats just very cool. lifes an adventure thats for sure. one minute im down and the next im up and running. its just like this wonderful unfolding of his beauty on me. and its all around. and he doesn't change like the shifting shadows of a cloud formation. he the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. haha!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

what i learned by almost being mauled by a massive dog by the baseball field

lately ive been watching the sunsette (sunsets are so beautiful that i think they deserve a much better spelling) up by the baseball field. its really an awesome time of revelation and hearing from the lord. and so, naturally its the end of the day normally im frusterated and hate everything and everybody after working at starbucks and im ready for some real one on one with God. today wasn't a whole lot different, though i didnt bring my bible or anything to write on, so i just leaned up against the shed and started talking out loud. there are these pieces of grass, i dont know what they're called but they have like a bud on the end and a long pretty sturdy stalk. i grew up learning how to bend the stalk and shoot them like a grenade/missile type thing at my siblings. and so i just sat there, talking out loud, shooting these pieces of grass across the field. and then i heard this dog howling. i really dont like big dogs all the much. ive been chased by a lot of them growing up, granted most situations deserved it, but a few instances -like with the neighbors boxers -were completely unmerited. i like labradors and other big dogs that just dont randomly chase and bark at any and every human being that isn't their owner....but other dogs (especially boxers) i pretty much hate. okay so basically i just hate boxers. anyway, i thought to myself that i really didnt have anything to defend myself with and i half-jokingly stated out loud that i could shoot them with my grass-hand-missiles but or throw a flip-flop but that was about it. and then the lord speaks to me about david and goliath. and how david had nothing against the massive giant goliath, he didnt even have a sword. (i didnt even have mase which i sometimes have on my keychain) and that it wasnt even neccesarily the stone that killed goliath, it wasn't david's great aim or luck...it was by god's strength alone. yeah so literally the stone killed goliath, but what if david had screwed up the shot? david didnt have anything in himself to lean on. it says in john 3, that a person can't even receive one thing, unless its given to him from heaven. and again the lord speaks to me "i must increase you must decrease" (again john 3). so i sit there contemplating this, how weak and lowly i am, how utterly poor and wretched, how completely loss and horrible i am...when i look up and see this dog walking next to a guy coming towards me. this dog is massive right. its like part mastiff, part wolf, part pitbull and part BOXER. and it totally sees me and the guy doesnt yell a hello or anything, just keeps walking straight while his dog is running towards me. i hate boxers, i hate them. my heart just sorta did summersalts in my chest and i prayed a silent "oh lord, oh lord, dont let that dog attack me. oh lord dont let it kill me." (or something to that extent) and so i yell out a "hey" to the guy to let him know that im there and that his dog might kill me if he doesnt get it to stop, and he just knodded in my direction. then the dog starts running towards me again and then stops suddenly like 2 feet in front of me, just staring...while his owner continues to walk past me a few yards not looking or saying anything. and i didnt move, i just stared right back at that massive boxer-like dog. and i yell out a timid "hey is your dog nice?" the guy chuckles and keeps walking. i was kinda pissed at this point and then the dog like darts towards me and makes a quick turn so it just barely passed me without hitting me. then it comes running towards me from the back and does the same thing, then stops and just stares at me again. and i just stared back until the thing turned around and ran away. it wasnt until after it left that i started shaking. but in that, the lord just showed me again how weak i was. but that he loves that. he desires for me to give him everything, to have nothing, so he can give me everything. its so strange really, how simple it is, but how hard it is to get. i dont even realize how much i rely on my own strength, for everything. but its christ in us that makes us strong. like healing for instance. there isnt a formula for healing, thank god! its not based on our faith, its not based on us doing anything, but being nothing so christ can be everything. its his power that heals, not ours. its his power that casts out demons, not ours. like in acts 19 with the sons of sceva. they think that they have all this power cause they know the name of jesus. and they try to cast out this demon and the demons like "dude, who the heck do you think you are?" "i know jesus, and ive heard of this peter guy, but who are you?" sees thats the whole point. THEY KNOW JESUS. they know his power. sickness cant come up against him, demons cant come up against him, even death itself is swollowed up in his victory. its not us that the demons know and bow to, its christ in us. its not us that sickness flees from, its christ in us. we could lose the whole world but gain everything, because we have christ in us and he's our hope of victory our hope of glory. man if i could really get this. if i really could just look and see how little i am, and how great jesus is. and that he's in me. like dude, i was reading the other day in james 4 and it talks about how God himself "yearns jealously over the spirit that he has made to dwell in us" like i cant even grasp the full meaning of that. like for real, as christians, god's spirit dwells in us. the spirit of the LIVING GOD. now thats radical. so long story short, i wasnt mauled by the dog, but im realizing how great the power of the living God is. and that its a live inside me.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

funny thing ... he just wont stop pursuing me. he pursues me like its his job. i just can't get away from his love.

"I led them with cords of kindness, with the bands of love, and I became to them as one who eases the yoke on their jaws, and I bent down to them and fed them...." Hos 11

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

art

im really frustrated. i want to give up and i cant even do that.
i created some art.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

...and then there are days that suck


i am going nuts. i need out of this place. i need out of my skin. ill never learn to wait. i am so broken. i have nothing to offer anyone. i hate explaining myself. i want to give up and go home.
i need some open highway, some azure ray, and 50 bucks for a full tank of gas.

and that sums up my last three days. peace out.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Who says the Ichthus party ever ends?


So after a fun and challenging weekend at Ichthus from the 12-15th of June I sat at home enjoying some wonderful fellowship time with Bethany who was residing with me at w linden for a few days. I dont know how we got on the subject, but B mentioned that tents are always left behind on the Ichthus fairgrounds every year. Although usually weather beaten or damaged we decided to drive up there and take a look around. Much to our delight we came across a tent that seemed pretty sturdy and salvageable. We also nearly climbed into a dumbster to pull out another tent which, much to our regret, was not salvageable. However the rescued tent turned out to be perfect for the Chik-Fil-A campout we were planning later that week in Lexington. The Chik-Fil-A campout was to celebrate the opening of a new store (and not to mention we wanted to be 2 of the first 100 customers so that we might receive a free chicken sandwich a week for the next year). However due to a series of unfortunate events, we didn't get to pitch the tent along with 98 other people along Nicholasville road in Lexington as previously planned. But, later that night, our boredom got the best of us and Bethany and I decided to put up the tent right on our front w linden lawn. To make it better, we strung the tent with christmas lights stuck in a floor lamp and some futon mattresses, called over a friend, grabbed some ale-8, and played some phase 10. im pretty sure that if we weren't so tired after all that hard work, we would have hooked up the plasma-screen tv B had chillin in the back of her SUV. So, you see, the Ichthus party really never ends.

deep is calling out to deep

deep is calling out to deep
how long?

Sunday, June 22, 2008

june 22.

recently ive been asking myself a lot of questions. it all started with ichthus (http://www.ichthus.org/) last weekend. well not really, if you know me even a little you probably know that my brain pretty much never shuts off and that i love to ask questions. i especially love when people answer them, and don’t ask another one back. maybe thats why i decided to drop my psychology minor, hah. just kidding. but really. the fact of the matter is i just always think. i cant shut my brain off it jumps around from one thing to another like hosea’s prostitute wife jumped around from one man to another. okay, maybe thats a bad analogy. but really i could be talking about how much i adore orange mint tic-tacs (which i do, most passionately) and then my mind switches over to another realm and i just blurt out “im just so desperate, i need more jesus.” the saddest part of this frequent occurance is that it often is accompanied by such a stirring in my soul that i need to choke back tears. this occurance is often followed by an uncomfortable silence (especially on the other individuals part) unless of course the random emotional firey outburst is met by and received with hunger somewhere deap within in the other individuals soul, in which case i get a solemn “yeah.” i dont know entirely what is wrong with me. except that im desperate. ive tasted and ive seen and im ruined cause there just isnt any going back. its what allen hood refers to the “divine wound” check out his teachings here (http://ihop.org/). its a revaltion of God that crumbles the heart, wounds and leaves us helpless before our savior. its a radical encounter on the heart that leaves us unable to live like we once did and switches the focus off us, and onto him. john 17:24 says, “father i desire that they also whom you have given me, may be with me where i am, to see my glory that you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world.” this divine wound takes us to this place, this deep place of holy frustration, of a divine hunger to see the son in all the glory given to him by the father. its a desperate craving of deep crying out to deep, of groaning in our inner beings to see and know and understand the width, height, depth, and length of the love of our savior. and yet its a wound of already having tasted of this love, of drinking of this eternal water –john 4, “the water that i will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” its like being full an hungry at the same time.
ive had this reoccuring vision or mental image. a vision of a great deception that has fallen over the land of a great sealing clinging to mankind. of a great deception that we’ve all fallen under –christians and non-christians alike. like a great sleep and slumber that we are restricted under and refined too. like in minority report where the “pre-crime investigation team” keeps human beings in this pool of sorts hooked up to a machine so that they can predict the future. they’re not treated as human beings, they’re in a dead state of living. or like in the matrix where the human beings are trapped in these case sort of machines. their spines, brains, everything are hooked up to contraptions that keep them alive, but asleep, in a state of non-existence. where their minds cannot think, they’re shut off to reality. they’re dead. theres a great drunkenness that has fallen upon us. we need to wake up, we need to throw the blanket of complacency off us, but its like a black darkness enveloping our every part. our minds are dead our hearts remain black we fall under the yoke of slavery again and again. this reality was made known to me even more recently. i fasted the week of ithchus. (i probably just broke the number one rule of fasting by telling about it but guess what the religious spirit sucks im not falling prey to it again and God knows my heart) let me tell you, fasting is a powerful and effective tool in drawing us closer to God. i fellowshipped more with the holy spirit that week than i have...well since i hardcore fasted last. (and im embarrased to admit that was back in january) fasting makes you so much more sensitive to the spirit and is a great time of revelation in the knowledge of the lord, ephesians one –seventeen. and so during this time of fasting God made this picture clearer to me than ever before.
its really easy to look at the world and criticise and exclude oneself from fault. but the deal with this revelation is that it resounds in my heart. like i know its true for me too. i know that i too, although a christian, although a child of light, 1 thes 5, am complacent, dead, apathetic, drunk with anxiety and the cares of the world. ive been asleep. im still asleep. so forget non-christians for a second and think about the church. we’re so indoctrinated with media with being relevant with being cool with making everybody feel good and welcome. we’ve got big smiles on our faces wearing “no perfect people allowed” t-shirts. but what messages are being preached in the pulpit that are bringing us to our knees in repentance? we’re so concerned with moving along with society and not offending that the word of God isn’t even preached anymore. we cant be uncomfortable. we want everybody to be happy, to feel good. we’re so afraid of man that our feet are stapled to the floors and we don’t move. our mouths are stone. we’re content with coming to church on sundays and doing everybody a great eye service, eph 6, putting on a good face and proclaiming peace and safety. you see i can say this because ive been there. i went to church like everybody else on sundays, then went and drank during the week, cursed like a sailer, slandered my parents, my friends, lied, gossiped about my neighbors...i grieved the holy spirit daily, no hourly, probably more. so we’re drunk on the spirit of the world. and every time we try even a little bit to get out of it, we turn on the tv and watch another movie or fall into some other pleasure of the flesh that only brings temporary satisfaction. its like the presence of darkness just lingers overhead stifling us, pressing the very breath from our lungs keeping that “living water” like stagnant dirty suppressed mud puddles deep within our beings. we’re christians with pacifiers in our mouths living on milk when we could be eating meat, hebrews 5.
BUT that being said, we ARE as christians supposed to be children of the light are we not? “for freedom christ has set us free, do not therefore submit again to a yoke of slavery.” galations 5. and so why if being set free by the blood of the lamb that speaks a better word than abel hebrews 12, are we living like children of darkness sitting in pits of despair? if christ saved us when we were dead in our tresspasses and made us alive with him and seated us in heavenly places ephesians 2, then why do we continue to be drunk, complacent, asleep? why are we bored with christainity? and so, we must examine ourselves. we must come face to face with the reality of our darkness and christs ability to overcome, and that he did overcome. we need to be gripped with the reality that we have an inheritance in him. is he getting the fullness of his inheritance in us? we need to be divinely possessed (allen hood again) why cant we just give ourselves to jesus and let him get his full inheritance in us? why do we continue to submit over and over again to the yoke of slavery gal 5. why do we not live as children freed? why do we grieve the holy spirit by taking advantage of our salvation and living like children of darkness, letting sin ruin us again and again. satan is the father of lies. when we lie, when we are deceptive, when we sin, we submit to him again saying with our souls “satan is my father.”we are submitting to the father of lies and we fall back in shame. when we judge other people we’re saying we want to be judged by these same principles. we dont even judge ourselves, how can we judge others? 1 cor 4. do we understand the urgency of this? do we understand how vital this is? when we open the door, even a little bit we give room for satan and the principles of darkness to take hold of us. and im not just talking about stuff like murder and stealing, im talking about those dark secrets of your heart, those things that no one knows, those little areas of compromise that you know about. those things that screw with your mind that the world tells you are ok, but arent. that the enemy sees, that makes you complacent. that makes you lukewarm, standing on the line. “so because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, i will spit you out of my mouth.” rev. 3:16. do we get how serious this picture is? oh Fod, do we get that we’re children of the living God? heirs? adopted into your kingdom forever? do we get that we can live like you did, radical, alive, doing even greater works than these! john 14:12. do we get it??? oh God we need to wak up! we need to get sobriety in our spirits again. “the end of all things is at hand, therefore be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of your prayers.” 1 peter 4:7. “be sober-minded, be watchful, your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.” 1 peter 5:8 “so then let us not sleep, as others do, but let us keep awake and be sober.” 1 thes. 5. God dont let us fall asleep like your disciples did at the mount of olives. let us be awake, watching and praying so that we dont enter into temptation. we want to be like the sons of issachar in 1 chron. that had understanding of the times. God open up the eyes of our understanding!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

june


"a caged bird am i, with a vision of the sky

and you have stolen my heart, so take me away..."


Thursday, June 5, 2008

alexia

i haven't updated in some time. but i pledge not to be one of those inconvenient bloggers that only post once in a gosh-darn-long-time only to discuss how long it has been since they've posted and their new and improved resolution to post more often. rather than make all my avid readers irate over such an atrocity, i will spare all the nitty-gritty details of my often tempestuous life and instead converse on a much more interesting (and very current) note =my roomates dog.

her name is alexia, and she is simply put - a delight. shes 99.9% always happy and is more than enthusiastic in her greetings. she keeps us protected from any and all cold-hearted intruders by greeting them with a kiss. which is enough to soften the heart of any scrooge out there i am sure. she recently received a new toy -a blue and red fish, which she adores. its a shame dogs are colorblind because the colors on this fish really are profound. she even passes above and beyond the average score in the national identification and understanding proficiency test for dogs by being able to clearing distinguish her "fish" toy from her "bear" toy merely by hearing the words "lexie, go get your fishy." she really is quite profound.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

kansas city boiler room

i recently viewed these photographs from my visit to the Kansas City Boiler room back in november. the boiler room is located at 24/7 prayer mission and justice-check out their site- http://www.24-7prayer.com/, they're amazing. they have locations all over the world and they're rocking the nations in non-stop prayer. the boiler room might be one of my favorite places thus far this side of the united states. the building also houses another ministry called "the door" it is a ministry that welcomes in the homeless or just someone needing a place to stay and offers them food, a hot shower, friendship, and some jesus. placed in an old open unique multi-story building in downtown kc, the brick walls and rustic furnishings alone make it photogenic. however, theres something creative in the atmosphere in that building, that when i entered it i immediately wanted to start creating ...whether that consisted of photographs, drawings, intercession...you name it. theres something special about this prayer room, thats for sure. and this doesnt surprise me...we are a people who are in love with communicating with our marvelous creator master-worker God. he is the ultimate artist, so why shouldn't we become super-creative when we are in his presence? and his presence rests powerfully in that building. here's some photos...






if you want to see some more kc boiler room photos check out my flickr site. shalom.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

he's coming

may 21st:
things are happening in the earth, good things. god's in control, he's claimed the victory and all is won. he's moving. jesus is coming again soon. he's awakening the church, he's calling his people. like sleeping statues with mouths of stones he releasing them from the deception of the age and is sealing them for another realm, for eternity. today is the day to return. im excited about life. i cannot wait to see him.


i have not been very good at putting up a photograph with every post, as previously stated. however, i will today. annnnnd...drumroll. the flickr photography site is almost up and running.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Bethany

Bethany's visiting from Pine Mountain, GA. I can not even begin to explain my joy! Oh how I miss her. We went on a semi-adventure yesterday to Indian Falls. It involved driving through the kentucky mountains listening to Lee aka TOM-TOM (just like old times) tell us which direction to go next, almost slipping multiple times down a mountain side, (i almost slipped -thanks to an old pair of broken up tennis shoes -bethany had her tevas) hiding behind a tree from some people on a motorcycle we thought might turn us in for trespassing, and sitting above a waterfall reading la biblia and talking about God's mercy, justice, and love. It was great. Here's a photo.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

longing

a new kind of longing
a new kind of lonely
or maybe its not,
maybe its the same as before
maybe i just didnt know what it was
but its deeper
and it hurts more
this seperation from my maker
from my savior
everyday i live on this earth
the seperation just hurts more
and im misurable without him.

Monday, April 21, 2008

mary

so ive struggled a lot with why im still here. there really isnt a good enough reason for the world. im not working a great full-time job that would keep me here. i havent applied to seminary. i havent applied to grad-school at uk. yes i work a part-time job in lexington that requires me to spend astronomical money in gas every week. no im not moving to lexington to be closer to that part time job that i am beginning to loathe. yes i have to start paying back loans in the fall. no i have no idea how thats going to happen. so why am i still here? ive gotten tired of answering, really. no answer is good enough, it just doesn't make sense. but through the eyes of the world jesus doesnt make sense, and if im living for jesus, then why ever should i expect my life to make sense to anyone else? why should i even care? the more i sit in the counsel of the lord, soaking in his beauty and truth and love, the more my heart is molded into his. and quite honestly the more weird i become and the more okay-with-it i get. i cant help it. and so ive been hesitant to answer anyone anything about my future. because i just dont know, and usually answering "i dont know, i just love jesus" isnt satisfying enough. but the more i focus on him, the more satisfied i get with just being with jesus. why would i ever want anything else? why would i fight against the martha mentality of the world, when i already know im a mary? i dont want to be martha. im not martha. im mary. im going to waste my life on jesus. im going to deny anything and everything the world might throw at me and live only for him. and so with all this in mind, i walk into the prayer room last night at about 8pm. the presence of the lord was so tangible. i could almost taste it, it was so thick. and there was this beautiful young girl ive never met before that introduced herself to me and another friend in the room. i knew instantly that the lord wanted me to pray with her, but i waited. she asked me if i went to the seminary. a question i get asked a lot for some reason. anyhow, i told her i just graduated from the college and in response, the other friend in the room asked exclaimed "really!? you graduated!? what are you still doing here!?" i didnt know how to respond. which answer should i give? the simple one: "i dont know," or the many more complex ones "i want to start doing wedding photography and wilmore's kind of a good place for that, considering people get married like every day, or im going to apply to seminary, or im going to grad school at uk for photography.." (the list goes on) instead though i didnt have to answer. the girl exclaimed, "she's praying!" i literally thought i was going to fall on the floor, i was so blown over by the power of jesus in her words. he spoke directly to my heart breaking away all the chains, the lies, restoring me, instructing me, encouraging me, speaking tenderly "its okay that you're still here, i want you here, you're my mary in a martha-world, you're praying." the beauty of the lord never fails to blow me over. every single day... no every single hour, he reveals a new part of himself to me that leaves me breathless.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

saturday 3:33pm

i must go deeper.
i crave it.
i will die if i do not know you.
if i do not know your love,
if i do not hear your voice,
and behold your beautiful face,
i will die, Lord.
my heart is broken,
constantly it weeps,
because i am seperate from you.
and so your words,
"can the wedding guests mourn
as long as the bridegroom is with them?
the days will come
when the bridegroom is taken away from them,
and then they will fast."
my heart mourns,
my spirit faints,
my soul is thirsty,
for i do not know you.
i must know you.

Friday, April 11, 2008

...for you...

" for you i'll sing and dance
rejoice in this divine romance
lift my heart and my hands
to show my love. "

"I want a tall nonfat cafe mocha and a chocolate chip cookie," the young lady at the register politely requested. I took a tall cup and began marking the order. "Oh, and I want that iced," she added. It was just like any other moment at starbucks. I was just as frusterated to be working this day as any other, after all who wants to work for a company with world domination as its major concern, selling coffee that is way overpriced? Word on the street is they pay coffee bean farmers way more than other companies, resulting in higher priced coffee. Which is partially true, they do pay the farmer more, but not nearly enough more to justify their high prices. As she asked this, I was almost entirely mechanical in my answer. "Sure," I said. My thoughts however were far from this reality. Instead I thought,"Is there no justice? The world condemns me with the rest. To them, I am to be judged as they, they don't understand the grace of God. They don't understand that things are different for me, and can be different for them. The world is consumed with money, selfindulgence, and power. Is there no justice? Are we not bought and paid for? Why then do we live like this?" I really cannot explain to you entirely what this thought process was about. It was just there. That's what I was thinking, take it or leave it...I have no idea why, nor do i entirely understand to what line of thought it was related too. "Do you still what the whip cream on that?" I asked. Barely had the words left my mouth, when another voice broke in, through all my confused, frusterated thoughts, my clouded, imperfect, critical mind. "Their justice is not like mine. I AM the Righteous Judge," it said. If you can picture "I am the righteous judge" being said with the utmost authority and surity, then do, because that's how it was said. It killed me. I nearly fell over. I started shaking right there in front of register 2. I knew instantly what He meant. I knew instantly that he answered my mental question that I had never asked. I started to cry, the tears welled up and I choked them back, and soaked in the spoken word of my Father. The truth. That HE is my righteous judge, that I am no longer condemned by the world, that whatever it throws at me, though it even might kill my body, it will never kill my spirit. Because HE IS the righteous judge of the universe. And He's for me, who can be against me? And he loves me, who can hate me? And all the wealth of the universe is at my fingertips. And all the fullness of the Holy Spirit is mine to grasp. And all His presence is there before me, because the curtain is no more. And He's not there with a rod to hit me over the head, He's there with open loving arms to take me up. He is my righteous judge. And guess what universe. Guess what world. Guess what demons. Guess what Satan. Guess what myriads of Angels and beasts worshiping before the throne. I'm righteous. I'm Holy. I'm His, and His alone. There is NO condemnation for me. And I can rest fully confident of this reality. Fully assured of my salvation. "No." she answered. I coughed out an "okay, that'll be ready for you down at the end of the bar in just a few minutes," and I went to the pastry case to get her cookie.



my jesus

i love him more than life itself.
everything is falling apart, but he
he is utterly beautiful.
he is my constant, he is my peace
oh god, how i love him.