Consequence

I feel rather under the weather now. I'm fighting the stomach flu, as two other members of this household have already done. Luckily i haven't thrown up. . . Yet. But i feel so gross. I had to hand e over to his dad who is fighting it too. . . And all of us slept/rested the rest of the afternoon. I was thinking. . . What if i felt like this every time i sinned? It would probably be hard to find me sinning these days if that was the case. But it's not. . . I can't wait for heaven when i don't have to deal with these blasted viruses any more! Now excuse me while i lay here in bed and try not to hurl.

What do I Know of Holy?

I made You promises a thousand times
I tried to hear from Heaven
But I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all. . .No
If You touched my face would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?

What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees

What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life it's name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?

"What do I Know of Holy," Addison Road


Sometimes, I really think that I really know God. And often, He surprises me by doing something I totally didn't expect--which causes me to realise I really don't know Him as I though I did. This blog is named after the Emmaus Road. If you're unfamiliar with it, see the note on the left side that answers the question, "what is the Emmaus Road?" And, in the "about me," I mention that I didn't immediately recognise when it was God who was putting His mark on me. "If you touched my face would I know You?" No, often I don't. I wonder why I have a burning desire to do one thing or another (no, Mad, not the kind of burning that lady at the Skillet concert experienced), and it can take me forever to realise it's God preparing me for something. Seriously, how the heck did I get out here? In high school my mom wanted to move out here and I was LIVID!!! I did not want to move out of California. . .EVER! Then suddenly I did, and within a month of seriously wanting to move, I did! A MONTH!!! " I think I made You too small" I never thought You could do that!

" I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees"

I knew my Bible, and I knew it well. Danyo has called me multiple times a 'walking concordance,' but for the longest time, that's all I was. I could point you to a passage of Scripture, but I didn't really know it. I could quote it, but it wasn't real to me. When I finally began to see dimly who God really is, I was broken. I've never known how to love Him like I do now. The Word was never alive to me. Sometimes a verse would stand out, and I would try to make it real. I tried to pray. I tried to worship. I tried to read my Bible. I tried. but I failed. Sure, I loved singing, but I didn't know how to praise Him and really really mean it. And I could memorise Scripture but not meditate. I don't really know how He became so real. I think He just met me with my puny faith, and led me to where He wanted me. I still struggle with prayer. But He has been so faithful to me. He answered my prayers from yesterday in about 23 hours, after I decided not to mention my issue to anyone for 24 hours! I was like, wow, I called out to God first, and He showed Himself strong on my behalf. Prayer used to be in my mind a formal appointment with God. But then I learned I don't need to make an appointment, because He is right there with me all the time! In January when I was a nanny for the twins, I used to do their Awanas with them, and they once memorised a part of a verse in the Psalms that said, "evening, morning, and noon I cry out." Duuuuude, it's so awesome to just be able to say, Lord, HELP!! when something comes up, not just adding it to a list of prayers to say in the morning!


Interesting this song mentions "mighty to save" Zephaniah 3:17 was the semester verse when I was at Bible college: The LORD your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing. In the NIV, it says He is mighty to save. This verse keeps coming to me in various ways lately. . .how many times has "God" just been His name, and not His characteristics? He is mighty. How can my finite mind comprehend the extent of His great strength? What does it take to suspend the stars in the sky? I can't even begin to think what kind of a system it would take to put them there, much less hold them up! Human intelligence cannot comprehend how we dust mounds have the ability to think, much less be alive, but it was no 'work' for God! I could also get started on the anomalous properties of water, but I already grazed that subject back in Bible college. And. . .He is mighty to save me. . .and the 7 billion other people alive today and the billions of years past. How then do I so often forget, He is God, and He can ----?

Primrose, Master Criminal

there once was a cat named Primrose

such an awkward and unusual kitty

with a crooked tail and thirty-two toes

but for this strange little puss we have no pity

she began her life on a cold winter night

with no owner and nothing to munch on

yes, this somehow expains her, in her own right

still no one knows why she chose the life of a feline felon

maybe it was because her ma was a nip addict

or because her pa was a really mean tom

can these really explain the actions of a convict

perhaps because she was not loved, and she never knew it was wrong

then one day she stole a precious ball of cheese

alas her life of crime quickly drew to a close

as the asthmatic cat bent over and wheezed

and that's when they caught her, that master criminal Primrose

and so thus ends our tale

of that mischievious young gel

Primrose

Annabelle M and Madison B, 2006