this high priest is whom I follow

"In the days of his flesh,

Jesus offered up prayers and supplications,

with loud cries and tears

to him who was able to save him from death,

and he was heard because of his reverence.

Although he was a son, 

he learned obedience through what he suffered.

And being made perfect,

he became the source of eternal salvation

to all who obey him,

being designated by God as a high priest."

hebrews 5:7-10

  

to he who moves mountains:

Jesus, I love you 

I mean it, I do

Swift you came

Saved by your grace

I stand on holy ground

every day

May your gospel live true in me

May I honor you

With who I meet, 

How I speak,

The story I tell--

May it be yours,

of redemption 

of an undeserved life of 

freedom.

White flag waved high

surrendered to you.

Jesus, you are amazing

that you can love me.

Please keep me,

guard my heart

my mind.

You are everywhere

yet I am blind

sometimes

by choice.

First and foremost 

your daughter

saved by grace

loved by you.

some nights you need to move

Today, after waking up too late to read the Word before Crossfit, I came home and got a call from dad saying that he forgot his wallet, so I drove 2 hours to Indy and back. Meanwhile, I worshiped. I danced and sang in my car like I meant it. 

This song was the most "fun" (hehe, lame but I had to)

And now, before bed, I am dancing ever more fully to the same song in my bedroom.
Wooo!!!!

Jesus loves joy and movement. So do I. We're a good pair.

hold & pray

Fear not, for you will not be ashamed;

be not confounded, for you will not be disgraced;

For the mountains may depart

and the hills be removed,

but my steadfast love shall not depart from you,

and my covanant of peace shall not be removed,

says the Lord who has compassion on you.

Isaiah 54:4,10

Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it

with thanksgiving.

Collossians 4:2

   

Jesus spit on me this morning

I was on jogging through Cherokee Park, being led by the soothing sounds of Horse Feathers playing from my ipod. The morning was grey and particularly warm, the trees were naked, and my legs were sore from my first week of Crossfit. I'm not a runner, but I do enjoy running sometimes. It's usually interspersed with walking or sprinting, and it's almost always a spiritual experience. God's voice is especially discernible within my moments of tension and fighting against something (like my own body).

So there I was, running, thinking about this time in my life. I am an inbetweener. I feel incomplete and a bit lonely and pretty confused about my path. I don't always feel this way, but when I'm not intentionally fighting against those feelings, they sometimes rise up and spook up on me. I felt the need for healing. Something is wrong and afraid. Something about these feelings of doubt are not from the Lord. And in my head, to the rhythm of "This Bed" I prayed for a real change. Healing, I guess. Whatever needs to happen to normalize my heart toward my Jesus so that I can find my sustenance for life and love in him again.

It was then that the sky starting spitting at me. A few drops at a time of warm liquid, hitting my face, my bare arms and knees. Ah. It felt good. I haven't run in the rain in a while. Smile to my lips. And thankfulness to Jesus. For everything, complete and incomplete both. An image came to mind of Jesus spitting before touching the deaf, speechless man (and then saying Ephphatha-- "be opened"), and spitting on the blind man's eyes. He took them both away from the crowds, spit, and then laid hands to heal. (Mark 7:33-34, 8:23)

He's taken me away from crowds, spit on me, and is now proclaiming me "healed" and "opened".