Showing posts with label holiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiness. Show all posts

Saturday, November 28, 2020

Silence Gifts

 

Inspired by the author, Ann Voscamp ( "A Thousand Gifts"), as well as Scripture, a friend from a group I fellowship with on a regular basis posts a prompt for every day in the month of November for us to reflect on this time of the year.

I Thessalonians 5:16-18 “ Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”

Here is today's prompt: Name three gifts found in silence. The three things below were my response.

The flutter of a butterfly wing. The Holy Spirit’s direction. Silence in and of itself.

Thought I’d write more on my blog today. 

Have you ever heard it? A butterfly wing—the movement of air and delicate powdery wings overhead? When I sit alongside my butterfly garden, especially in the spring when there are frequently more than one butterfly, I can hear it. It is a sound of freedom, of rebirth, of meeting a goal, a purposeful fulfillment of the master plan in do diligence of a greater will, magnificent metamorphic creation! 



Sometimes the Holy Spirit’s voice is very obvious and loud and we celebrate in corporate worship and song. But, sometimes, the voice of the Spirit is gentle in our quiet hearts, in our pleading and privileged prayers or in between the lines of God’s Word—a personal revealing direction to go ahead or most of the time, to wait and to trust. There is a strength that comes from this silence. Trusting in Him has its own sound; it is a sigh, a release of anxiety, a movement of debris so we can sit comfortably under the Rock, shut the doors of the Fortress from the world’s thoughts and ideas minus a sovereign God.





Sometimes, silence is a lonely feeling. One can miss the noise of a loved one gone, or working from home instead of the office, or just when there are no words to justify a wrong action or deep hurt. But silence can bring a reflection, an insight we may not have heard in the world’s rumble and continued banter of perceived truth. Silence in itself is a gift, because it is just that--noticed. We can use our other senses to take in more—stand in awe at the sight of God’s beauty in Creation, appreciate more of the tangible gifts we use every day and blessed by, that we can touch and share with others-- a soft cheek of a toddler, the pie dough coming together in our palms, the ding of a notification from a friend who shares how your story led them to see… hear God in a new way. We can taste the satisfaction, the swallowing and digesting of God’s Holy Plan and most importantly, the fullness in submission, the surrender to that plan in trust. The air around us fills our lungs and we breathe and smell the difference between what is rotten and what is righteous.

Gifts in silence are not silent.

They are loud explosions of love in our hearts that God is Good and that He loves us in our loud messy days and in our quiet humble moments. In silence is where are strength is increased.

Psalm 62:5-6 "My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be shaken."

And isn’t it just like God to grant me grace upon amazing grace as I finish these last few words, that my stereo is now playing a classic Christmas song by Bing Crosby, “Silent Night.”

Gifts in silence are Holy.  Oh, Hear His Voice in the silence of your own soul my friends. It is a beautiful moment going into all of eternity. 

All is calm, all is bright.


Peace, Coleene




Friday, December 22, 2017

Every Knee


Every Knee
Christmas Poem, 2017


Behold! The Creation!
So perfectly made to move with us,
Bend for us,
Take us to amazing places to prove for us…
Yet we find frustration, gather in contemplation
To remove ourselves from Good.

Once done, the joints ache in the labor.
The walk is farther with no end in sight,
Always a fight
And a longing for something
That just might…change us.

So we run, run with the crowd, the masses,
Striving, winning and losing, living and dying.
Our muscles tense up, yet strong,
Full of opinions and commentary…
Painful sad songs in what wrongs.
Our head hangs lowered, eyes scrolling.

Time finds a way to become tangible
Marked now by scars, knee bumps and bruises.
We’ve let the world’s gravity keep us tethered
One disaster to the next.
What have we missed in all the texts?
Hearts so vexed

A plan all along,
We remember in the Season.
A cup of hydration in our weary run,
A sip of thirst-quenching water on our walk.
Was He the Giver? Am I the sinner? Can there be a winner?
The knee buckles.


We’ve carried our burdens far too long.
Dry bones ache and slow us down,
Temporary solutions, more contusions, retributions.
We’ve walked with this crutch, this open wound,
The world groans and longs for a healing,
Something redeeming.

Fall to your knees
And He hears our pleas
From the world’s deadly squeeze.
What does He give?
His Son for our soul’s very core,
Oh, Come Let Us Adore!

Immanuel, God with Us
In our critical condition
He heals the infection, bring us completion,
Transformation.

Heart replacement with Love’s precision,
Your decision, His Hope for our provision.
He disconnects, removes all our mess, gives us His best.
Spiritual therapy is guaranteed.
Peace begins with a bowed head and bent knees.

Every knee will bow
In rebellion or submission, in gratitude or omission
And every tongue will confess, He came to bless.
Find Him today and walk in His Light
Truth and grace came on Christmas night.






Merry Christmas & a Blessed New Year


Considerably yours, 
Coleene VanTilburg