Conqueror of The Slide...

Sunday night, instead of doing a bible study we acted out skits of bible stories. Some did the prodigal son, Noah and the ark, and a few others that I can't really remember. However, ours was David and Goliath. So Emmy, Lindsey, Kaden, and I acted out a skit of a bully on the playground(they had to be modernized). So of course I got to be Goliath and Kaden appropriately enough, David.

The story obviously stuck with me until Monday morning. Monday morning is Pop in Play at work. For a certain amount of money parents can bring their kids in and play on the inflatables for an hour and a half. For a few weeks now there has been two grandparents bringing their grandson in to play. The boy however wouldn't go down the slide by himself. So week after week the boy and his grandma would go down at the same time. But, Monday, there was about ten minutes left for the play time and I had noticed that the grandma had began to make special efforts to get her grandson to go down by himself. It started of going down side by side. Then with him just holding her finger. Then going down with his eyes open. Then with his hands up. Finally she got him to go down by himself. You should have seen the look on his face. He was no longer scared. He had conquered the slide.

I can't help but relate this to our everyday lives. How many times are we too scared to take the jump? To ask her out. To ask for that raise that you so well deserve. How many times are we too scared to swim out into the open waters. I recall a certain fish touching the "butt" at this analogy. But seriously, how often do you think we go around life scared? Do you think it would help us if we knew that God had us by the hand the whole time? I'd like to think it would.

Made Me Glad...

I will rejoice, for He has made me glad.

Your call, Your touch, Your voice. It sounds so beautiful. So mysteriously wonderful.

My soul, where have you gone. Come back my soul, come back.Come home. To the place where you belong. The potters wheel.

Come, and let Me mold you. Let Me make you pure. I love you son, I love you.

Do you? Do you Father? How so, How can you love so much. I say, teach me this love, form me into the man you want me to be.

I love you. O' how I love you. From every hair on your head, to every mood of your day. I love you. I delight in you, and I adore your life. I made you for that reason. So I can teach you to love as I first loved you.

Why the trials, the pain, the torture of my patience. Why not heaven on earth?

I love you, be strong! For surely you will endure, and surely you will persevere. I made you strong, my son, and strong you must be. At all times, be strong.

Show me Father, light the way so that this Adam may once again walk with you in the garden. But I will not hide. I will be naked of my pain. Naked of my sorrow. For I will rejoice, cause you have made me glad.

Know this. I am with you, always. Be strong. But be careful. He sets traps for you, so that when you think all is well, you will slip up. But come back, come home my son. Return to me always. And always you will live. Go home, always go home.

A Silly Little Thing Called Love...

Go free, go, I say. Run and fly for the world you see is but an illusion. A mystery to my inner desire. My heart knows no such evil. I am free, and free I shall live. Away from me this hurt, away from me this coward body. I am free, and free I shall live. Go and fly, above this madness, away from this thing called pain. I am free. Go and live the life of beauty, the life of Light. Free I shall live. I am going, leaving this body behind, I will leave with none but my soul. O' my soul, how you rejoice in His presence. How you dance in the Light. O' the marvelous light. We shall go, oh, live free my soul, let loose my friend. And oh how we will live. O' to the beauty of the Father. Go free my soul, go free!!

I say goodbye, but only for a little while. Will it be but only a minute before I see your face again? Oh how I hope so, I pray so. Please let it be true. Will I long, will I miss? I know myself not without your hand in mine, walking in the garden of your infinite life and beauty. You make the sun rise and set and over again. But what am I? Your son. Your chosen bride. You chose me before I knew your name. How is that so, moreover, Why? I am your chosen bride, and a wedding we'll have. The ceremony of broken chains and amazing grace. What a glorious day. That I pray. You my Father are forever mine, and I am yours. But I have always been yours. Even when I walked in the valley, in the shadows, death lurking near, you were there.

I am but a child in your mere presence. But how you rejoice in me. Delight. O' to the Light of such a depraved world. O' to the Light of all eternity. Father, mold me, make me better, so that I can be perfect, as you were, so many years ago.

To the majestic,
To the glorious,
To the love of the Groom, to you I say, I am yours. Always, forever and ever.