The Rhythms of His Heart

The other day a dear friend and mentor of mine asked me to pray for her.  My housemate asked me to help her paint our sun porch.  A lady asked me if she could help me carry my load in my arms. My course instructor asked me to share at a meeting. My boss asked me to stay for a meeting that involved dreaming about future programs/ possibilities. A friend  that I was saying goodbye to asked if she could hug me... Notice a theme here?! I have been thinking and contemplating the power of asking people things and the freedom it gives them when they feel asked instead of pressured, manipulated or controlled.  Asking is an invitation.  It is an open-handedness and letting the other choose to say "Yes,"  "No." or even a "Let me get back to you on that" There is some thing about the power of an ask that can give us life and show us the heart of Christ.  Yet there is something about the power of assumptions and control that can make us feel enslaved, voiceles

Dear Stone-Faced Girl, I saw you today...your eyes dark, without hope, lifeless and dull.   I sit in prayer for you and I wonder what images, scenes and trauma those eyes have looked on.  I wonder how many tears you cry as you think about it.  I hear you scream, curse and reject those who care. Those eyes also tell the story of a family separated, neglect and abuse.  They say , “I hate”    no matter how many times our hearts cry out, “I love.”  I pray for those eyes to see the Man that hung on a tree.  He’s already been there forming your story, but the sin, systems and cycles you’ve been trapped in have blinded you to His love.  Don’t shut your eyes to Him, Love!    Let Him see you!  See Him.  Let Him wash and re-imagine and refocus those eyes to see Hope, Light and Life.  The scenes of your past cannot be changed, but I am praying that You dear stone - faced girl will be laughing and those eyes will tell the story of Joy!   Here's