My sister and her husband, James, attend a Calvary Chapel here in Columbia, SC. James is a worship leader at this church, but he wasn't leading this morning. The preacher at this church has 8 children, and 2 of them made up the worship team on this particular Sunday. In the interest of 'Leading Worship', this is the makeup of their worship team: Acoustic guitar/lead vocalist, bass guitar, drummer, electric guitar and a violinist. It sounded amazing. One voice, small band and some great Calvary Chapel songs.
Sometimes less is better. No extras vocals causing confusion, no extra practice time to get all the people exactly on the same words and timing. So simple. And less distracting. It was the kind of worship that pulls my heart right up to the throne of The King. Learned a great new song by Charlie Hall:
The preaching was amazing as well as the music. The good quiet pastor spoke about how we as Christians, forget to ask for Holy Spirit to enter and lead us while we are worshiping. One of those sermons that opens your eyes and really makes you think. One of those, 'Oh Yeah!' moments. You know those.
We attended at baptism by the same church that afternoon down at the Saluda River then played and splashed away the day. So much fun. The little kids navigated the river like pros and taught us how to get across. My waterproof camera took shots without drowning - which we were very happy about.
Finished the day with a visit to Marble Slab (like Cold Stone - someone copied someone). And of course, a nice warm shower....Ahhhhhhhh
Monday, We went to the RiverBank Zoo here in Columbia, like 15 minutes up the road. What a beautiful place. We saw every animal there - even the elusive Lions and Howler monkeys were out. Very cool. Our favorite was the reptile house! Loved all the cool snakes! The giraffes were pretty cute too. Scratchy little chins and long blue tongues!
Met up at D's Wings with some church friends and dined on 40cent wings. Yum! There were like 15 different flavors. Mostly hot and spicy - but me being old and broken down - had to eat some Tums before I started and I stuck with safe garlic and butter wings. :)
A surprise storm fell upon us like a sheet of water on the way home (I never did see any clouds..) and wowee it sure does rain hard here in the east!
Oh what a wonderful week it has been!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Always Learning
I have some fascinating tales to tell of my Sunday here in Columbia, SC, but I am EXHAUSTED right now. There is a surprise storm pounding the roof outside and we're settling into the couches to digest our chicken wings.
So I'll tell you about something I am struggling with and trying to learn from.
There is this plane that you reach in your walk with Jesus when you get close enough to FEEL His blessings. It's tough to explain; I just attempted but had to delete all that I had written.
This point in life is maybe different for everyone, but for me, this is the basics: I am STARVING for any and all words from the Lord (written, spoken, preached, etc), I am anxious to approach him with everything I encounter, and I can see the evidence of His blessings in my life (physically and spiritually).
I am finding that all these new and awe-inspiring revelations are making me so excited that I want to share it with others. But, for some reason, I can't seem to figure out how to share without sounding condescending or 'holier-than-thou'. I have hurt several people in my life, people I love and wouldn't ever want to hurt, by acting this way. And when i try to explain myself, it just gets worse.
For now, I have given up. I pray desperately that God would seal my mouth shut unless He can prompt me with the perfect words. I think of that Aaron Shust song, 'Give Me Words To Speak'.
It speaks volumes for me at a time when I can hardly say anything.
I am praying for wisdom and guidance. Though God seems silent, He is here, helping me to hold my tongue and to just love others in silence.
So I'll tell you about something I am struggling with and trying to learn from.
There is this plane that you reach in your walk with Jesus when you get close enough to FEEL His blessings. It's tough to explain; I just attempted but had to delete all that I had written.
This point in life is maybe different for everyone, but for me, this is the basics: I am STARVING for any and all words from the Lord (written, spoken, preached, etc), I am anxious to approach him with everything I encounter, and I can see the evidence of His blessings in my life (physically and spiritually).
I am finding that all these new and awe-inspiring revelations are making me so excited that I want to share it with others. But, for some reason, I can't seem to figure out how to share without sounding condescending or 'holier-than-thou'. I have hurt several people in my life, people I love and wouldn't ever want to hurt, by acting this way. And when i try to explain myself, it just gets worse.
For now, I have given up. I pray desperately that God would seal my mouth shut unless He can prompt me with the perfect words. I think of that Aaron Shust song, 'Give Me Words To Speak'.
It speaks volumes for me at a time when I can hardly say anything.
I am praying for wisdom and guidance. Though God seems silent, He is here, helping me to hold my tongue and to just love others in silence.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Charleston
Went to the town of Charleston today. What a beautiful city. Despite it's highrise buildings, lights, freeways and traffic, it's surrounded on all sides by God's nature. Marshlands from the ocean seeping in, heavy tree-lines along the freeways and wide-open blue skies.
Saw the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge, as pictured above. What a beautiful masterpiece of architecture! Wow! Headed down to Folly Beach to see the Atlantic Ocean (can't come all these miles without seeing it). It was high tide, so the waves were rough, but we braved the waters anyways. Kat lost her sunglasses and left us immediately. The warm waves pummeled us and threatened to take more than sunglasses, so we were satisfied with experiencing the Atlantic. Sun bathed for a few in the hot sand and got tired of the hundreds of people living the beach life very quickly. Walked the pier and enjoyed the fresh ocean breeze before we headed home.
Enjoyed CiCi's Pizza and Dunkin Donuts for dinner and dessert before settling in for the evening. Kat and I couldn't sleep so we giggled over the EpicFail app for Android and YouTube videos until 4am. Good times. Here's one of the favorites for the night for you to enjoy for your Sunday afternoon:
Lake Pirhana
We visited Lake Monticello Reservoir here in South Carolina on Thursday. It has a little beachy-like area where you can swim out into the lake. There are lots of little greenish fish in the shallows in this area, known as Threadfin Shad. My sister told me how 'cute it is that they nibble on your toes'....
We played and swam and hung out by the roped area, generally acted like little girls fighting with each other - giggling, splashing and screaming. Then a fish bit my back - just a 'nibble', but it wasn't CUTE. Not in the least. Nobody else had been bit and they recommended I just move around more. Tried that - wriggled until I had created a whirlpool in our area - but I still got bit again. Stupid fish.
"I'm done," was my announcement as I swam quickly back to shore. Stupid fish.
Tried again later - got bit again - headed back to shore and was OFFICIALLY DONE. But it was still nice outside the water. Got a tan, threw rocks at each other and giggled and shouted until the other families moved on down the beach. I love my family.
Got to eat Chick Fil A for dinner. I've been hearing about it since my sister moved over here to the East Coast. They are really into chicken restaurants over here. Well, it was yummo!
I am enjoying my trip to the East Coast & South Carolina. You can feel there is a lot of history just SOAKED into all the buildings and the earth around here. So different than the West Coast. A different feel. I can't explain it really.
The weather here is hot and muggy. Something else that can't be explained unless you've been over here. 100 degrees Fahrenheit over here is SOOOOOOO different than the same temperature on the West Coast. So heavy. And the 13 year Cicadas are out this year! They are so noisy up the tall trees around the village - but I have yet to even see one. I have seen what the locals call Palmetto Bugs. They are large cockroaches - just different because they are here by natural occurrence and are not an infestation. But icky just the same... pretty good size too - bleh!
Getting eaten up by mosquitoes that I can't even see (guess I taste good), and the Pine Nuts are constantly plunking loudly on the roof of the house. East Coast living - not for me but so interesting. And green. And wet. And muggy.....
We played and swam and hung out by the roped area, generally acted like little girls fighting with each other - giggling, splashing and screaming. Then a fish bit my back - just a 'nibble', but it wasn't CUTE. Not in the least. Nobody else had been bit and they recommended I just move around more. Tried that - wriggled until I had created a whirlpool in our area - but I still got bit again. Stupid fish.
"I'm done," was my announcement as I swam quickly back to shore. Stupid fish.
Tried again later - got bit again - headed back to shore and was OFFICIALLY DONE. But it was still nice outside the water. Got a tan, threw rocks at each other and giggled and shouted until the other families moved on down the beach. I love my family.
Got to eat Chick Fil A for dinner. I've been hearing about it since my sister moved over here to the East Coast. They are really into chicken restaurants over here. Well, it was yummo!
I am enjoying my trip to the East Coast & South Carolina. You can feel there is a lot of history just SOAKED into all the buildings and the earth around here. So different than the West Coast. A different feel. I can't explain it really.
The weather here is hot and muggy. Something else that can't be explained unless you've been over here. 100 degrees Fahrenheit over here is SOOOOOOO different than the same temperature on the West Coast. So heavy. And the 13 year Cicadas are out this year! They are so noisy up the tall trees around the village - but I have yet to even see one. I have seen what the locals call Palmetto Bugs. They are large cockroaches - just different because they are here by natural occurrence and are not an infestation. But icky just the same... pretty good size too - bleh!
Getting eaten up by mosquitoes that I can't even see (guess I taste good), and the Pine Nuts are constantly plunking loudly on the roof of the house. East Coast living - not for me but so interesting. And green. And wet. And muggy.....
Thursday, June 9, 2011
A whirlwind of thoughts...
I begin my blog post with an apology: I am still groggy from the flight, sore from an accident, and thoroughly jumbled in my mind from too much stimulation. It is 7:34am Eastern Time (that would be 10:34am Pacific Time), I've been up for about an hour, after a rough night of sleep, and I'm still processing, recovering, healing and sipping coffee.
Wednesday morning was my first flight in an airliner. I've been in a Cessna 170 three times in the past, and I was sick for 50% of my flights so far (got sick after one of the flights - that's half right?). We rode in a McDonnel Douglas MD-80 with American Airlines. Cramped yes - but also cheap.
We started at Ontario Airport in California and wow- you should have seen us. We were 3 hours early because we were afraid of being late or missing the flight (seen too many movies where the people RUN through the airport and we didn't want to be those people). We wandered in with HUGE eyes - and began the process. We were so excited (Kat was nervous) and confused - and EVERYONE knew it. Total newbies.
Went through security in a flash -thank God for a nice man who could tell we didn't know what we were doing and gave us some direction (not everyone in the world is a jerk; we were surprised (yes, we assumed he was a pervert at first...)). I walked through security with my hands in the air like I was getting arrested - yes I made the lady suspicious... LAUGH OUT LOUD! I didn't mean to be such a weirdo, I just can't help myself and I was so flustered.
Finally made it to the gate with all our stuff intact and our shoes back on our feet. 3 hours...we settled into the disable persons area where there was an outlet for our electronics and kicked back.
When it was time to board finally, we were all 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as we walked through the chute and into the plane. The folks behind us were not patient with our giggling and stopping to inspect everything.
Had a nice flight and by the time we were boarding the 2nd plane in Dallas/Fort Worth, TX - we felt like pros. Acted more like it too. I'm sure all the other passengers were grateful too.
Landed safely in Charlotte, NC at about 9pm EST. We walked and walked and walked and walked through the prettiest airport in the US, but never saw it. We were tired and trying not to trip on and off the moving walkways. Our only priority was finding a bathroom.
So here we are, in Columbia, SC, enjoying the company of my sisters and my brother-in-law. It's hot and sticky here - I'm definitely not used to it. Got up late - not used to the time change either. We've got a full week planned and can't wait to get started, but we're a little short on energy.
I said at the beginning of my blog that I have had a lot on my mind; well, here it is in short:
Scott got a new job offer (we've been praying for a year) and it will require a move (IN JULY!), I am trying to learn how to be a better example to my sister and not be so judgmental, and ...um....Ok...there was something else, but it's gotten lost....somewhere.....
I have these little trolls that work in the office in my brain, and they are total slackers. They sit around, tossing wads of paper (important papers) into the trash can and betting on how many they can miss. Then, I ask them to pull up a simple memory and they scramble to help me out. They mean well, but they still can't get it together. They pull up the wrong thing (wrong memory), they grab the wads out of the trash and try to decipher them (diluted and convoluted memories), or, when all else fails - they simply make up a load of poo to hand to me as the legitimate memory - and I believe them. I really need some new workers, but can't seem to get rid of these guys. They'll be the death of me I suppose...
Well, we are touring CIU, Columbia International University today. It's where my big sister and her husband are earning their Master's degrees in ESL and Divinity, respectively.
I'm not even dressed yet. Ok, troll guys, here we go. Help me out a little bit today....
Wednesday morning was my first flight in an airliner. I've been in a Cessna 170 three times in the past, and I was sick for 50% of my flights so far (got sick after one of the flights - that's half right?). We rode in a McDonnel Douglas MD-80 with American Airlines. Cramped yes - but also cheap.
We started at Ontario Airport in California and wow- you should have seen us. We were 3 hours early because we were afraid of being late or missing the flight (seen too many movies where the people RUN through the airport and we didn't want to be those people). We wandered in with HUGE eyes - and began the process. We were so excited (Kat was nervous) and confused - and EVERYONE knew it. Total newbies.
Went through security in a flash -thank God for a nice man who could tell we didn't know what we were doing and gave us some direction (not everyone in the world is a jerk; we were surprised (yes, we assumed he was a pervert at first...)). I walked through security with my hands in the air like I was getting arrested - yes I made the lady suspicious... LAUGH OUT LOUD! I didn't mean to be such a weirdo, I just can't help myself and I was so flustered.
Finally made it to the gate with all our stuff intact and our shoes back on our feet. 3 hours...we settled into the disable persons area where there was an outlet for our electronics and kicked back.
When it was time to board finally, we were all 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as we walked through the chute and into the plane. The folks behind us were not patient with our giggling and stopping to inspect everything.
Had a nice flight and by the time we were boarding the 2nd plane in Dallas/Fort Worth, TX - we felt like pros. Acted more like it too. I'm sure all the other passengers were grateful too.
Landed safely in Charlotte, NC at about 9pm EST. We walked and walked and walked and walked through the prettiest airport in the US, but never saw it. We were tired and trying not to trip on and off the moving walkways. Our only priority was finding a bathroom.
So here we are, in Columbia, SC, enjoying the company of my sisters and my brother-in-law. It's hot and sticky here - I'm definitely not used to it. Got up late - not used to the time change either. We've got a full week planned and can't wait to get started, but we're a little short on energy.
I said at the beginning of my blog that I have had a lot on my mind; well, here it is in short:
Scott got a new job offer (we've been praying for a year) and it will require a move (IN JULY!), I am trying to learn how to be a better example to my sister and not be so judgmental, and ...um....Ok...there was something else, but it's gotten lost....somewhere.....
I have these little trolls that work in the office in my brain, and they are total slackers. They sit around, tossing wads of paper (important papers) into the trash can and betting on how many they can miss. Then, I ask them to pull up a simple memory and they scramble to help me out. They mean well, but they still can't get it together. They pull up the wrong thing (wrong memory), they grab the wads out of the trash and try to decipher them (diluted and convoluted memories), or, when all else fails - they simply make up a load of poo to hand to me as the legitimate memory - and I believe them. I really need some new workers, but can't seem to get rid of these guys. They'll be the death of me I suppose...
Well, we are touring CIU, Columbia International University today. It's where my big sister and her husband are earning their Master's degrees in ESL and Divinity, respectively.
I'm not even dressed yet. Ok, troll guys, here we go. Help me out a little bit today....
Monday, April 18, 2011
Leave and Cleave
As with every event that has ever occurred in my life - God always manages to miraculously coincide my experiences with a way to learn from them. Often enough, though, I fail to see that wide open door of learning - instead, choosing to wallow in my problems and try to make them go away all by myself - and hope to ignore and forget them forever. If you've ever done the same - you know this certainly isn't the easy way out - because your problems always catch up to you again and if you didn't learn the first time, you'll make even bigger mistakes the second (or third, fourth, hundredth...) time.
Genesis 2:24 'Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.' (KJV)
The definition of the word 'leave' in the original Hebrew language is to 'loosen, relinquish'. The definition of 'cleave' is to 'cling or adhere; abide fast, follow close (hard after), be joined, pursue hard, stick'.
This verse needs to be applied in EVERY SINGLE MARRIAGE - yet is often overlooked - or not understood properly. This verse is THE ORIGINAL and most basic plan for all marriages.
Let's start with the 'leave' part; the much harder part - in my opinion.
The first part of the verse tells us our first step: You must physically, mentally and spiritually loosen your ties to your parents. (And they MUST do likewise to you). This is what will create that bond between you and your spouse that nobody should be able to break (not even parents, intentionally or unintentionally).
Mark 10: 5-9 'Jesus replied...."A man leaves his father and mother and gets married. He becomes like one person with his wife. Then, they are no longer two people, but one. And NO ONE should separate a couple that God has joined together."
To quote Victor Casillas from Facebook Group, Companions in Covenant; "Couples fail to leave for two main reasons: 1) They don't want to: Either one or both of the spouses is in some type of attachment, bondage or 'soul tie' to one or both parents. 2) The parents won't let them: Either one or both of the parents is keeping one of the spouses in some bondage, attachment or 'soul tie'". (Whether any of the individuals mean to or not - it happens ALL THE TIME)
The second part of the verse is our second step: You must physically, mentally and spiritually be GLUED to your spouse. In her book 'A Woman After God's Own Heart', Elizabeth George says on this subject exactly, 'Your husband is to be NUMBER ONE in your life (after God) - and he needs to know it. And everyone else needs to know it too.' She goes on to explain how to 'choose your husband over ALL other relationships'. (I HIGHLY recommend reading this book! -There's a 'husband' version too!)
This doesn't mean IGNORE your parents, children or other people that are important in your life - it simply means to seek your spouse on ALL matters before going to someone else (even when they can't help you). For example - if you are having a spiritual battle - your spouse NEEDS to know what's going on - and you will need to tell them if you are going to visit and ask someone else for help and advice. This is a simple act of respect. In the case of a wife, it is your duty of obedience. (That's another BIG can o' worms that I won't open right now). Another example - If you and your spouse disagree ('fight' if that's what you call it) without settling it, and your first instinct is to call your Mom or your sister or brother - then you are in the wrong.
Author Jill Briscoe puts it this way: She sat her to-be-married daughter down and told her she was no longer to be dependent on her parents for anything and was not allowed to come running home in a crisis. Later, when her married daughter would call her with a certain problem or even very good news, Jill would always make sure that her daughter's husband had heard first. If not, she didn't allow the conversation to continue.
Elizabeth George says 'Bravo! to this mother who voluntarily stepped out of a Number One relationship with her daughter and showed her the way to make her husband her new Number One human relationship!'
IT'S NOT ALWAYS THE PARENT'S FAULT! I know....crazy, right? This was the point at which I finally learned my lesson. One spouse ignoring the other - even in the little things - will drive them to someone else who cares. It almost always starts with a close family member, then a friend, then to more disastrous measures (such as a new sexual partner). This can go both ways - husband or wife. Let me give some examples to help you understand:
#1 Your husband seeks your opinion on some amazing (he thinks) ideas that he has for a book he wants to write. You shoot him down - telling him all the reasons why it wont work and how stupid the ideas are (you may be using very very nice words and language to say all this - but he HEARS exactly what I just wrote). He may abandon his ideas instantaneously, never speak of it again to anyone and feel like a total loser in your (his world's) eyes. More than than likely, however, it will be much worse; he will go to his mother, who always praised his writing capabilities. She will cheer him on and he may pursue his ideas without even telling you- continuing to go to his mother for more guidance - and eventually NEVER coming back to you for any advice or with news.
#2 Your wife is on a seriously emotional roller coaster and is becoming more and more depressed. She finally wants to talk to you about it and maybe goes on for what feels like an eternity about how she's feeling. You have spaced out for about half of the conversation (maybe the part where she mentioned that she feels suicidal at times), then you fell asleep at the end. She cried quietly to herself, but never woke you or spoke of her emotional turmoils again. She didn't even want advice, she just wanted you to listen, to understand as best as possible, and to be there for her. But you were snoring. Fate has it that a male coworker tends to be an excellent listener, providing an outlet for her feelings. An emotional bond is formed, which then opens up other areas for more intimacy.
In both of these cases - the marriage is on it's way to being destroyed.
It's little things. Things that tell your spouse how INCREDIBLY SPECIAL they are to you. Things you can do that may be the hardest thing in the world for you to do - and seemingly impossible - but that will show your true dedication in PURSUING THEM HARD.
Let go of your parental relationship and HOLD FAST to your spouse. Make a promise to yourself and to each other to do this for the rest of your lives and hold fast to that covenant. It's never too late to start.
If you want to contact me with your email address, I will send you a 'LEAVE AND CLEAVE' COVENANT that you can sign together as a couple (There's even a space for your parents to sign - to encourage them to help you in your promise to each other.)
RESOURCES:
Verses about marriage
Facebook Group Companions in Covenant - lots of great discussions and notes on here.
Companions in Covenant - detailed article about the 'Leave and Cleave' process - also notes on counseling
Short article on Leave and Cleave - by COGH
I'm going to help you to learn from one of these moments that I had - another ''First Day'' event. I can only hope and pray that I have thoroughly learned my lesson - and am passing on valid and valuable information to you. (I am only briefly touching on this subject, as there are a few other great articles written on this - which I will give you the references at the end of the blog)
Genesis 2:24 'Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.' (KJV)
The definition of the word 'leave' in the original Hebrew language is to 'loosen, relinquish'. The definition of 'cleave' is to 'cling or adhere; abide fast, follow close (hard after), be joined, pursue hard, stick'.
This verse needs to be applied in EVERY SINGLE MARRIAGE - yet is often overlooked - or not understood properly. This verse is THE ORIGINAL and most basic plan for all marriages.
Let's start with the 'leave' part; the much harder part - in my opinion.
The first part of the verse tells us our first step: You must physically, mentally and spiritually loosen your ties to your parents. (And they MUST do likewise to you). This is what will create that bond between you and your spouse that nobody should be able to break (not even parents, intentionally or unintentionally).
Mark 10: 5-9 'Jesus replied...."A man leaves his father and mother and gets married. He becomes like one person with his wife. Then, they are no longer two people, but one. And NO ONE should separate a couple that God has joined together."
To quote Victor Casillas from Facebook Group, Companions in Covenant; "Couples fail to leave for two main reasons: 1) They don't want to: Either one or both of the spouses is in some type of attachment, bondage or 'soul tie' to one or both parents. 2) The parents won't let them: Either one or both of the parents is keeping one of the spouses in some bondage, attachment or 'soul tie'". (Whether any of the individuals mean to or not - it happens ALL THE TIME)
The second part of the verse is our second step: You must physically, mentally and spiritually be GLUED to your spouse. In her book 'A Woman After God's Own Heart', Elizabeth George says on this subject exactly, 'Your husband is to be NUMBER ONE in your life (after God) - and he needs to know it. And everyone else needs to know it too.' She goes on to explain how to 'choose your husband over ALL other relationships'. (I HIGHLY recommend reading this book! -There's a 'husband' version too!)
This doesn't mean IGNORE your parents, children or other people that are important in your life - it simply means to seek your spouse on ALL matters before going to someone else (even when they can't help you). For example - if you are having a spiritual battle - your spouse NEEDS to know what's going on - and you will need to tell them if you are going to visit and ask someone else for help and advice. This is a simple act of respect. In the case of a wife, it is your duty of obedience. (That's another BIG can o' worms that I won't open right now). Another example - If you and your spouse disagree ('fight' if that's what you call it) without settling it, and your first instinct is to call your Mom or your sister or brother - then you are in the wrong.
Author Jill Briscoe puts it this way: She sat her to-be-married daughter down and told her she was no longer to be dependent on her parents for anything and was not allowed to come running home in a crisis. Later, when her married daughter would call her with a certain problem or even very good news, Jill would always make sure that her daughter's husband had heard first. If not, she didn't allow the conversation to continue.
Elizabeth George says 'Bravo! to this mother who voluntarily stepped out of a Number One relationship with her daughter and showed her the way to make her husband her new Number One human relationship!'
IT'S NOT ALWAYS THE PARENT'S FAULT! I know....crazy, right? This was the point at which I finally learned my lesson. One spouse ignoring the other - even in the little things - will drive them to someone else who cares. It almost always starts with a close family member, then a friend, then to more disastrous measures (such as a new sexual partner). This can go both ways - husband or wife. Let me give some examples to help you understand:
#1 Your husband seeks your opinion on some amazing (he thinks) ideas that he has for a book he wants to write. You shoot him down - telling him all the reasons why it wont work and how stupid the ideas are (you may be using very very nice words and language to say all this - but he HEARS exactly what I just wrote). He may abandon his ideas instantaneously, never speak of it again to anyone and feel like a total loser in your (his world's) eyes. More than than likely, however, it will be much worse; he will go to his mother, who always praised his writing capabilities. She will cheer him on and he may pursue his ideas without even telling you- continuing to go to his mother for more guidance - and eventually NEVER coming back to you for any advice or with news.
#2 Your wife is on a seriously emotional roller coaster and is becoming more and more depressed. She finally wants to talk to you about it and maybe goes on for what feels like an eternity about how she's feeling. You have spaced out for about half of the conversation (maybe the part where she mentioned that she feels suicidal at times), then you fell asleep at the end. She cried quietly to herself, but never woke you or spoke of her emotional turmoils again. She didn't even want advice, she just wanted you to listen, to understand as best as possible, and to be there for her. But you were snoring. Fate has it that a male coworker tends to be an excellent listener, providing an outlet for her feelings. An emotional bond is formed, which then opens up other areas for more intimacy.
In both of these cases - the marriage is on it's way to being destroyed.
It's little things. Things that tell your spouse how INCREDIBLY SPECIAL they are to you. Things you can do that may be the hardest thing in the world for you to do - and seemingly impossible - but that will show your true dedication in PURSUING THEM HARD.
Let go of your parental relationship and HOLD FAST to your spouse. Make a promise to yourself and to each other to do this for the rest of your lives and hold fast to that covenant. It's never too late to start.
If you want to contact me with your email address, I will send you a 'LEAVE AND CLEAVE' COVENANT that you can sign together as a couple (There's even a space for your parents to sign - to encourage them to help you in your promise to each other.)
RESOURCES:
Verses about marriage
Facebook Group Companions in Covenant - lots of great discussions and notes on here.
Companions in Covenant - detailed article about the 'Leave and Cleave' process - also notes on counseling
Short article on Leave and Cleave - by COGH
Monday, March 7, 2011
My Heart Breaking
For those who don't know, I play bass guitar for my home church here in Stallion Springs, CA. Our worship team recently began practicing a song called 'Hosanna' - done by Hillsong United. We were unable to play it this past Sunday as planned, though. Mainly because we were unable to perfect it with just one night of practice - but I think it had something to do with the song itself. The combination of the lyrics and the music make it a ground-breaking and extremely heart-wrenching song, therefore, nothing less than our best would do to present this song.
So, we sufficed with a video version - which went over extremely well. What an amazing song - here it is - please take a few minutes to listen to it.
This beautiful song tells a story - an awe-inspiring story if you catch the words and ponder them.
It first speaks of a King; a King so mighty and powerful that the earth literally shakes when He draws near. But we are also told that he brings love and mercy - the kind that makes people able to do nothing else but SING! Then there is HOPE! There is a generation of people left in this world that aren't afraid to stand for something - for the KING OF KINGS! These devoted people are on their knees before their LORD - not in fear or trembling - but in worship and prayer! How beautiful a picture is painted in our mind's eye!
The last few lines of the song sing a powerful prayer: a request for healing, a thirst for knowledge and love. Then comes my favorite part: "Break my heart for what breaks yours!"
What a simple, yet profound request! Did you ever stop and think that God's heart breaks in sorrow and yearning?
The bible teaches us that we were created in God's image - so we can assume that He literally has the same feelings as we do. He laughs, He sings, He ponders, He cries...His heart breaks.
As strongly opposed as I am to revisiting past sorrows and experiences - we're going to do it. Think of a time - when you lost someone you loved, when someone close to you walked out, when a tragedy struck your life with soul-shattering sorrow. Can you remember how broken your heart was? (Maybe not, as our bodies are equipped with ways to make us forget our pain and memories with time - in order to protect our sanity). Now - remembering how your heart literally ached and burned in anguish - can you imagine our Father, our God, our dearest and closest Friend - experiencing that heartache - one million times-over?
Because He does. His heart breaks every time we reject Him, every time we do something to hurt ourselves or others, and EVERY SINGLE TIME one of his little children wanders down the wrong path - never to return to his home. Imagine losing your child - thousands of times every day. Imagine watching them suffer and die. It's hard. It's heart-breaking. He experiences it - literally.
I realize I'm repeating myself, but I can't stress it enough. If for no other reason in the world, let this be your reason to stop doing the things that break your Father's heart. Don't you care anymore? Don't you care that you cut him deep with sorrow? He loves you so much that he endures it and keeps calling for you to come back and will never give up - no matter how much pain you inflict on Him.
I had the opportunity to experience a small portion of His heart-ache one day - and let me tell you, it broke me down to my knees in sadness. (I can't explain my personal experiences with God to you in depth, as it is something you will understand if you've had them. Let's just say we talk....and its very deep and intimate.) I feel I have been 'given' this burden, this gift of sorrow, in order to tell others of God's intense love and emotion that he experiences for them. However, I am finding difficulty in conveying the passion and zeal and anguish that I feel, that He feels.
So this song will speak for me with it's powerful story of our 'Papa-God', our Shepherd, our truest Friend, our Savior, and our Bridegroom.
I encourage you to watch the video again - listening closely to the story and opening yourself to whatever God has to say to you. It might change your life - it might just be another 'First Day'.
"Break my heart for what breaks yours, Father. Let me not forget the sorrow - so that I don't cause you more."
So, we sufficed with a video version - which went over extremely well. What an amazing song - here it is - please take a few minutes to listen to it.
This beautiful song tells a story - an awe-inspiring story if you catch the words and ponder them.
It first speaks of a King; a King so mighty and powerful that the earth literally shakes when He draws near. But we are also told that he brings love and mercy - the kind that makes people able to do nothing else but SING! Then there is HOPE! There is a generation of people left in this world that aren't afraid to stand for something - for the KING OF KINGS! These devoted people are on their knees before their LORD - not in fear or trembling - but in worship and prayer! How beautiful a picture is painted in our mind's eye!
The last few lines of the song sing a powerful prayer: a request for healing, a thirst for knowledge and love. Then comes my favorite part: "Break my heart for what breaks yours!"
What a simple, yet profound request! Did you ever stop and think that God's heart breaks in sorrow and yearning?
The bible teaches us that we were created in God's image - so we can assume that He literally has the same feelings as we do. He laughs, He sings, He ponders, He cries...His heart breaks.
As strongly opposed as I am to revisiting past sorrows and experiences - we're going to do it. Think of a time - when you lost someone you loved, when someone close to you walked out, when a tragedy struck your life with soul-shattering sorrow. Can you remember how broken your heart was? (Maybe not, as our bodies are equipped with ways to make us forget our pain and memories with time - in order to protect our sanity). Now - remembering how your heart literally ached and burned in anguish - can you imagine our Father, our God, our dearest and closest Friend - experiencing that heartache - one million times-over?
Because He does. His heart breaks every time we reject Him, every time we do something to hurt ourselves or others, and EVERY SINGLE TIME one of his little children wanders down the wrong path - never to return to his home. Imagine losing your child - thousands of times every day. Imagine watching them suffer and die. It's hard. It's heart-breaking. He experiences it - literally.
I realize I'm repeating myself, but I can't stress it enough. If for no other reason in the world, let this be your reason to stop doing the things that break your Father's heart. Don't you care anymore? Don't you care that you cut him deep with sorrow? He loves you so much that he endures it and keeps calling for you to come back and will never give up - no matter how much pain you inflict on Him.
I had the opportunity to experience a small portion of His heart-ache one day - and let me tell you, it broke me down to my knees in sadness. (I can't explain my personal experiences with God to you in depth, as it is something you will understand if you've had them. Let's just say we talk....and its very deep and intimate.) I feel I have been 'given' this burden, this gift of sorrow, in order to tell others of God's intense love and emotion that he experiences for them. However, I am finding difficulty in conveying the passion and zeal and anguish that I feel, that He feels.
So this song will speak for me with it's powerful story of our 'Papa-God', our Shepherd, our truest Friend, our Savior, and our Bridegroom.
I encourage you to watch the video again - listening closely to the story and opening yourself to whatever God has to say to you. It might change your life - it might just be another 'First Day'.
"Break my heart for what breaks yours, Father. Let me not forget the sorrow - so that I don't cause you more."
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