Tuesday, January 24, 2017
That Was a Quick Decade
What could be more soothing than 30-40 mph winds with sleet tinkling against the bedroom window? Wishing you pleasant dreams,
Ki
Saturday, March 10, 2007
What Good Am I?
Then the phoenix. A hand reached down for me, and God never, never let me forget how You, You alone turned back for me. You lifted me out of the ashes of what I had made of my life and You made me new just like You promised. So long I had been obsessed with my own attempts at getting my situation right. There was no way out. Like a gerbil on a wheel, I was going around using frantic energy to get nowhere. I was a sinner, Lord and defeated by myself. I had been benched by the enemy but You, in Your glorious mercy, had other plans. You put me back in the game and I swear I want to play my heart out for You. On the wings of an eagle, I have new perspective, a whole new life because I made one right decision, to listen to Your voice. Let me make a difference, Jesus. Let me be Your words, Your hands in the time I have left. If only I would have concentrated on You from the beginning but now I know I want to concentrate on living Your way from today until the end. I know now what good I am in the world. I am any kind of good You want to make of me. You show me Your Real Face. And You are not what I expected. I’m in awe and I am reborn and I am blown away and I can’t describe the love that You give and the love that You are. Lord, I'm just a fool and a stupid ass. I've got a big mouth and everyone who's ever met me knows it's quite large enough to hold my foot since it's fit in there many, many times. But in Your hands I am a poet, an ambassador and a light on a hill. Let me sing, Lord of the miracles You've promised me because when they arrive, eveyone will know how You keep Your Word. The heavens and earth will pass away, but not so, Lord, Your Word.
Ecstatic contentment tonight.
Peace to all,
Ki
Thursday, February 22, 2007
TGIF
The end of the week draws near. And what have I done? I’ve learned of prayers, a crime, a miracle. I’ve worked hard and laughed a lot. There is something different about me this week. I’ve grown younger. I walk a path that seems made of golden stones. The God Who knows all and everyone, thinks of me. I was formed for His pleasure. Doting parents delight in the play and the progress of their children. What a precious thought – that the Most High God delights in me! Is there anyone else I need to please?
Isaiah 40:27-31 27 Why do you say, O Jacob, and complain, O
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Sarang hae - I love you (Korean)
Bring –
Bring your fearful, trusting smile.
Bring your courage and transparency.
Bring your scars and hopes and history.
I will bring the pen
to write the last chapter.
I will bring the glass to mirror unfathomable joy
Bring your wing
And I, mine and
we will fly on the breath of love,
my gift in exchange for your treasure,
sharing all that was fashioned for sharing,
two vines of tender spring green
into this season of unfathomable joy.
There will be only one more sunset
and we will experience it together.
The purpose of souls
will be our story.
as I wait for you
2-2007
Lord, God, through tears, though I trust, though I throw myself upon Your mercies with joy and anticipation, can this dream be real? Lord, though I may be mocked and mistaken, You never, ever will. How have You given me this vision? Can this dried heart yet live again? If I have dared to believe You, will You make me your American Sarai? You have dared me to dream and how I dream, Lord! How I dream! I wait upon Your will with unfathomable joy.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Small World 2007
In His unfathomable wisdom and inexhaustible grace He has shown me so many wonderful things. So many of them in the last few months. The life given to each of us by our Father is like us giving crayons and paper to our kids. Whatever they do with them we will keep, just because our children did it. Do we choose to use our lives for fighting? Going outside the lines? Do we try to create works of art to please our Father? Iwo Jima. What is it? A part of Japan such as Colorado might be to us. From the comfort of my place in history I can only speculate about the feelings swirling at the time of the battle. The movie shows the battle from an unfamiliar viewpoint for most Americans. No doubt every battle is fought by people. Just people. Farmers, business people, taxi drivers and bakers. People who have lives apart from war. During this one life we're each given, we hope to experience peace and comfort outside of the horrid jaws of war. Every nation has its farmers and taxi drivers. "They" are "us". If you don't think so then give up all your favorite "foreign" foods. You are what you eat, Friends. Sushi, anyone?
Greetings of Peace and Friendship to All in 2007.
Monday, June 19, 2006
God is like a Traffic Cop
There really, really is a finite number of people who will come across your path in life. One day life ends for each of us. How many of the hurting, lonely, seeking souls who God sends your way will you have reached out to? Will you speak a kind word to someone on the days when you're in a good mood? When we are cranky or in pain ourselves do we feel under no special obligation to show God's unfailing love to others? Do you think Christ stopped loving when he was being scourged or mocked? Wow. Imagine a love that can reach out even when it is scorned and abused. That's the kind of love I'm talking about - the selfless, exquisite agape that transcends every other emotion - the love that truly makes the world go around.
Have I said a prayer for the masses today? Adopted a child through a Christian agency? Signed up for the bone marrow registry? If I do not learn this kind of love on earth how can I expect to spend eternity with angels and saints? What an awesome responsibility! The one kind word I say, just one smile might be the thing that convinces another soul that life may be worth one more day, one more try. I have no way of knowing the torment that someone I pass on the street is going through. I have no way of knowing when I entertain the most high God's messengers unawares. Here is wisdom: If drivers knew where the cops were hiding out nobody would get caught speeding. If I love the law, I needn't ever fear a ticket. If I love the least of His brethren then I'll show love for Him.
Send them down my road, Lord and never let me get caught putting up a detour sign whatever my mood or circumstance.
Peace,
Ki
Monday, May 15, 2006
10...9...8
Here's where the memory of a heartache sounds a screeching brake alarm in my head. He was a cool customer, a young man only marginally friendly, politely distant. He had a curious way of looking at a person through the corner of his eyes, without turning face to face when he spoke to you. It added some quality of drama. I was immediately distracted. Being the obsessive type, I sacrificed a semester to contemplations of wooing and winning the iceman. What kind of insecurity drives a person to pursue someone who isn't interested? "Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime until you lay 'em down" - well so much for using Grateful Dead lyrics as life philosophy. When I informed my love interest of my devotion I was politely informed that he didn't feel the same way. However he thought spending the weekend in his room was probably a good idea. My own polite declining of his "offer" is one incident I recall with pride. Lovesickness is one thing. Slavery or rather, stupidity, is another.
And another man who I pursued despite all reason, the one who became ex-spouse number two? Oh yeah, he resembled the iceman to an uncanny degree. It was that looking out of the corner of his face thing. Be still my foolish heart! Ah, the unfathomable beauty of a pair of haughty green eyes, glistening with the ice of narcissism! Cut to the grand chase of love? Gag me! Abort countdown!
Agape!
MME