Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Ring true, fellow humans?

Here are some lyrics from singer/songwriter Sara Beth Geoghegan's new album.  If you are interested in listening, here is the site where you can do just that.  It's beautiful.

Lord deliver me from me, Lord deliver me to You

Lord deliver me from the desire to noticed, loved, exalted

Lord deliver me from the desire to be favored, popular, chosen or acknowledged

Lord deliver me from the fear of being wrong, forgotten or ignored

Lord deliver me from me, Lord deliver me to You

Grant that I may seek to comfort rather than be comforted by others

Grant that I may understand and love more than be understood and loved well

Lord deliver me from the desire to be noticed and encouraged

Lord deliver me from the desire to be appreciated and included

Lord deliver me from me, Lord deliver me to You

d-liver me

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Shhhhh...can you hear their voices?




Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Mouths to feed, teeth to brush

Did everyone get their teeth brushed tonight?  There seem to be about 11 brushes.
More pictures from Uganda, Africa to follow.
I can't say it's a bad idea, bc mine's up on my sill half the time.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Better Off Dead

While driving through the country-side during my lunch break, I passed the following temporary banner on the side of the road, “Deer Management Archery Harvest.” Apparently, in order to manage the population of deer, these creatures get an arrow through the heart. Fine and even more dandy; I love me some deer-jerky. Out of curiosity, I researched the stipulations involved and upon the list was the word “mature.” A harvesting will take place of a mature crop.

These days, when I see the word harvest, I tend to think of the Heavenly sort, too. I love the word. It’s chalked full of goodness; divide, pluck, gather. It’s a romantic word, isn’t it?

When my soul (mind, will and emotions) became so plump with pain, suffering, indifference, abasement and shallow living, God sent timely spiritual arrows into my swollen heart and effectively harvested my soul. There was an intense shift as I indulged the act, a super-natural exchange of power. I was dead, He was alive. He might call it dying to SELF. I didn’t have a clue as to how deeply I was involved in self until He gave me a glimpse of Him. Wow! I can remember uttering the words in total dunce cap astonishment, “He took me out of myself.” Thank God my eyes were opened, my mind was blown and my heart was replaced with that of another. Hey, I liked my heart before, but pale, let me tell you, pale in comparison to His love.

Christ living through me is the most exciting thing that has and will ever happen to me. He is expanding me beyond flesh and bone. My soul, is indeed, better off dead.

 Here's to my very tasty friend and visual-aid, George.

Psalm 34:8 Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.


Sunday, September 13, 2009

Life's Railway to Heaven

Memory Lane...there are few songs that reach so deep within, they touch the heritage of faith poured into me through my grandma, Geraldine Voyles.  She was a carrier of the true gospel passed down from generations past. But so alive in her, if you were in her presence, you may as well have glimpsed eternity.  It was that rich.  Her Spirit was like a time-machine.  Not one you stepped into, but one her heart encamped you with and tethered you straight back to 33 AD.  I long to be a generation that connected to the Cross.  Where 2000 years has nothing on you.'s a glorious thing and those in Him have it, praise be to the God of our inheritance! 

This song is one of those songs that allows me to recount the earthly legacy I've been given by the great cloud of witnesses that have gone before me and await my return alongside our Father.  Some of which not too long ago carried with them from a far off land the ripple of Calvary, that has landed on the shore of my heart.  

Be encouraged today...we're headed Home! Hebrews 10:24

Life is like a mountain railroad
With an engineer that's brave
We must make the run successful
From the cradle to the grave

Watch the curves, the hills, and tunnels
Never falter, never fail
Keep your hand upon the throttle
And your eyes upon the rail

Blessed Savior, Love will guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
Where the angels wait to join us
In that great forevermore

p.s. I really like her red lipstick.

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