Do you miss Him?

A number of times, I’ve had this thought come to my mind, “I miss Jesus.” Sometimes, I thought that perhaps it was my desire to be closer to Him or become like Him…or even that my walk wasn’t doing so good lately. Yet, today I realized that it was a bit different. That feeling I get when “I miss Jesus” is a wanting for the physical presence of Christ.

I miss His arms around me even though He’s never hugged me.
I miss His voice, even though I’ve never heard Him out loud.
I miss being in His company, even though I’ve never sat next to Him.
I miss being able to talk to Him and see His face as He listens-but I never have been able to.
I miss running from a million miles and having Him catch me, although He never has.
I miss being able to cry for hours and have Him wipe away every tear that falls from my face with the perfect assurance that He’s there loving me regardless of life.
And I miss His laughter. It’s beautiful you know…

Someday that missing feeling will go away and never come back.

Importance

The Importance of drinking

Is vital.

To the Existence of living.

It is crucial.

To breathe in the knowledge

Of Ethereal continuity

Which connects with One.

Fail to drink, to eat,

and die.

Slowly, painfully..

dry and starving,

You cannot make it

Alone.

Your arrogance,

In self-sufficiency,

Makes me weep,

After I die laughing.

Soon you will too.

The Light in the darkness,

Cannot be found by pushing

Blindly. In the Dark.

You have to accept the Dark within

To See the Light above.

Looking to oneself for

Guidance brings gnashing

Of Teeth…tearing of

Hair, clothes, life…

I fail.

You fail.

There is only

One who does not.

His touch is Real,

His breathe Reviving,

His love Redeeming,

His Hand Restoring,

All you have to do,

Is put yours in His.

We’ve Got a Job to Do!

Today, I got to go to a Jr High grad. In Mexico, we have three years of Jr. High and three of High School. A bit more balanced! :) Ha, anyways, there were so many kids there! Each one in their own world with their own thoughts. It boggles my mind how many are living lives away and apart from Christ! The glorious wonders they miss out in living apart from God! It breaks me heart, yet challenges me as well. All of these need Christ. And so many more! What is a life if it is not devoted to bringing more souls to know this grand and magnificent One I call Lord and Savior!! I’d rather die a million deaths than live without HIM as KING of me.

Again?

So, we just said bye to one fellow missionary family last week. Now this week, another.

I really don’t like this goodbye business. Yet, missionaries have to do it over and over again. It’s a reminder in a way…not to cling to tightly to this world I guess.

Glad for Facebook though. I could not have survived as an Mk twenty years ago. Snail mail would have killed off all my friendships. I’ve been quite blessed to have been born to this generation! I’m also even more glad I serve a God who is sovereign and gives us only as much as we can take. He is so AMAZING!

I Told You So

Why do we do stupid things?

For years, I’ve been drinking the Mexican tap water (well using it) when I brush my teeth. Mama has always warned me about it. Don’t use the “bug water” to brush your teeth!! But, I did it anyway.

Fool. Haha…Now, I’m sick. That’s what I get for drinking “white man water” for the last two years at college! No…that’s what I get for not obeying mama.

How many times do we do what we know is foolish because we want our own way? How many times does it lead to pain or failure?

Why do we walk into traps when the Lord has so easily given us a way out? Why do we ignore the advice of others selfishly and end up regretting it…

Stubborn independence brings pain, suffering, broken promises, hurt, anger, regret and more. What does it take to say, “yes, You know better than I?”

Desert Land Hearts

So, in keeping with the desert theme from yesterday…I’ve decided to post a poem I wrote a few years ago. In my town, there are many vendors who come selling their wares. While we may not buy, we always try to give them something to drink. And mama always tries to find a gospel tract to give them, too. You know, without the tract…the sign of in whose name the cup of cold water comes from….the water is eternally useless.

Broken hearts in a thousand eyes

Searching for refreshment from the daily dry

Soul, sole, souls, soles

Wandering, wondering vendors

Little bit of wares, little bit of money

Empty pockets, empty hearts

But oh! The filling found in Christ

Cup o’ cold water in a desert land

A tract with the Message given to their hand

Will the door be opened?

The eyes, the heart unveiled?