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My Life in Your Service

my life in Your service

You guiding, teaching, learning, leading

me following, learning, longing

the interplay of melody and harmony

my life an unfinished song You are writing

a song that sings of the wonders You have done

my simple notes embellished and decorated

by Your grace notes

to create something beautiful

on my own, I am nothing

but the simple equation of

You

+

me,

Me

+

You,

becomes a multiplication

as You are so much greater

than the sum of all my parts

my simple digits

my ones and zeros

made a complex equation

me minus You equals nothing

me plus You equals everything

me plus You plus others equals fulfillment

and as the music plays

I shuffle around the floor

but when I let You lead

my dance is transformed

grace in my movements

flowing from Your love

I spin and turn

always secure in Your hold

trusting You know how to lead

trusting You know where I am going

my dance made beautiful by You

My life in Your service

a song

a sum

a dance

harmony

symmetry

grace

In Pursuit

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There is a path

a road

laid out in front of me

 

It twists

It turns

Sometimes the path seems to go back on itself

and I feel like I’m walking in circles

 

Sometimes a road block appears

and I try to scramble over it

and I fall

and pick myself up

and dust myself off

and try to climb again

(or go around it)

 

Sometimes the road forks

and I have to choose

left or right

right or left

but I can trust that

either way

will take me where I need to go

(although I know one way may be quicker)

 

Sometimes the darkness falls

and I can’t see the way ahead

and I just have to keep

stepping on

one foot in front of another

trusting that You will guide me

 

In pursuit of my dreams

In pursuit of Your plans

There are twists and turns

Roadblocks and forks

and sometimes dark valleys

But I can keep on

knowing

“Your Word is a lamp to my feet

and a light to my path”

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Fragile

I tangle so easily

get caught up in things that don’t matter.

I stretch

tug

and snap.

I spin round and round and get tied up in knots.

When I try to be useful

I get myself in a mess of broken dreams and tangled threads.

I need to be broken

unknotted

unravelled

stripped back down to just being me

and let You reweave

the threads of my life

twining the cords of me and You

together

for You make me stronger than I could ever be on my own

and You rethread me

and work me into Your great tapestry

and though my part of the picture may be small

it is significant

my colours shine the beauty

of Your design

and though I may never see the whole pattern

I will play my part with joy

Knowing Your hand guides my movements

weaving my life with others

to create a beautiful picture

displaying Your glory for all to see.

Hide and Seek

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If I seek You


I will always find You


For You are always


There to be found


You do not hide Yourself


From those who truly look


Your power and glory are on display


For anyone who truly wants to see

When I hunger for You


You are my daily bread


When I thirst for You


You pour out living water

You do not hide Yourself


When I seek You


With all my heart


You are there to be found

As for me, I try to hide


My pride and my shame


My fear and my guilt


Make me run away


Seek darkness to cover me


For how can You love


One such as me?


I do not think


You want to find me


When I do not want to be found

But You always want to find me


Your love seeks me out


There is nowhere

You won’t think to look


No hiding place to keep me secret


You find me and

You free me


Your love redeems and restores


And I know I need hide no more

When I try to run away


Your love draws me back


Turns me round


Makes me seek You in turn

When I seek You


I will always find You

When You seek me


You will always find me

Start

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Approximately one year ago I followed a link to a blog I read occasionally. The author was Jon Acuff. The blog post was looking for adventurers, all you had to do was fill in a quick form. I closed the window and tried to forget about it but it kept tugging at the back of my mind.

I was a few months into a new job and I was supposed to be happy. I was where God wanted me to be (I still believe that, by the way). But there was still this longing for something more. So I went back to the post and filled out the form, not realising how significant that small action would turn out to be. I soon found myself a part of something called ‘The Start Experiment’ (more recently reinvented as the ’30 days of Hustle’) an amazing online community with daily emails and encouragement to push you towards achieving your goals and seeing your dreams become reality.

One year on, my life is so different. I have left that job and am currently unemployed and living back with my parents, with very little in the way of concrete plans. But I have my dreams and the last year has taught me that they are worth fighting for. I am taking chances I never would have dreamed of a year ago. I have best friends who live the other side of the world whom I’ve never met but who feel like my sisters. I have bought a domain name and am starting to take myself seriously as a writer. This is the power of community.

My goal in that original Start Experiment was to see myself as a writer. As part of that experience I wrote the following poem, and posted it on a Facebook group of more than 3000 people. and they liked it.

Start

Sometime,

In a time before,

I was afraid

so I hid.

I thought I had

nothing to share

nothing to give

I thought I was

Nothing.

And I was afraid

that people would see

the nothing in me.

But now I know

what was really scaring me

was the simple idea

that I might be

Something.

That I might have

something to give

something to share

and it might be

Amazing.

But I’m afraid to be

the person I could be

if I let myself be me.

I am made

for better things

than I’ve settled for…

So I’m choosing

to let go

of the things I’m holding onto

that hold me back

And I’m choosing

not to be afraid

of where my dreams may lead me

and the person I could become

if I let myself believe

that the One who created me

Didn’t make a mistake

But saw me

and knew me

Even before I was made

And He filled me

Brim-full of potential

to be creative

for I am made in the image of Creator God

And He filled me

with a deep-set longing

to find Him – for in finding Him I find myself

This I now know

I need not fear

who I have been

or who I could be

Because I am loved

and there is no place for fear in love.

You

I am standing where

I can see no way

No clue

But You.

 

When what I’m living

is painful

And what I want

is impossible

When there are more questions

than answers

There is You.

 

When mists block my vision

and rocks cause my feet to stumble

You remain

Only You

Always You

 

You guide me on right paths

Your Word lights my way

You will not let me fall

You will not lead me astray

 

So I trust

And I follow

 

Giving up my dreams

Knowing Your dreams for me are bigger

Hoping only in You and Your plan

 

Giving up my rights

Knowing that in complete surrender

comes total freedom.

 

 

 

I wrote this poem two years ago. I don’t remember the exact situation but I do remember it being a confusing time. Although my situation is very different now, when I came across this poem again tonight a lot of the sentiments really resonated with me. There is so much that is unknown, unseen, in our lives and we need to trust in something bigger than ourselves. A big part of that is letting go – of our insecurities, but also of our pride and the idea that we can muddle through on our own.

 

Recently this song by Josh Garrels has become my theme tune. A lot of stuff has happened in the last year that I don’t understand, yet, but God is always faithful – “keeps me ramblin’ on”

 

Video: from The Last Generation of Mankind on youtube

Music Credit To: Josh Garrels

Song: Farther Along

Album: Love War & The Sea in Between

Video Credit To: TSOphotography

accessed via: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IctD9l4F-ag

 

Waiting (in memory of Gwen Pitt)

This is the poem I wrote for my Nan’s funeral two years ago. We still miss her, and all those who we have loved who are no longer with us. But we have hope that we will be reunited one day.

 

For you

The wait is over

The frail shell that held you here

Forgotten now as you run freely

Into the arms of the One who always loved you best

Welcomed with joy

Reunited with those who went before you

Celebrating a life well lived

Pain and suffering

Now just a fading memory

 

For us

Those who are left behind

It is harder

Our wait continues

We keep the memories

Bittersweet memories

Moments of joy

Tinged with the sadness

That you are no longer with us

 

One day

Our wait will be over too

On a day when all pain and sorrow

Will be at an end

We will meet again

 

Until then

We must press on

Trusting in Him for what awaits us

Knowing that you have joined the great cloud of witnesses

Cheering us on

 

Until that day

We wait

And say

Goodbye

For now

 

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