Constant Faltering Devotion

Looked up a rather unknown Misty Edwards song today- you should listen to it... here are some of the words;

I can hear the rhythm of the Lion of the tribe of Judah

He's doing a new thing so we're singing a new song

he's not a baby in a manger anymore He's not a broken man on a cross
He didn't stay in the grave and He's not staying in heaven forever

He's alive He's alive He's alive

People get ready! Jesus is coming!

People walking ground with their fingers in the their ears saying
"La-du-du-du-du I don't want to hear the sound of the coming King"

Once again I'm going to shake everything that can be shaken
Once again I'm going to break everything that can be broken

This song reminds me of how much in my life can be shaken and broken. I've been learning about that lately...too much of my life can be shaken- but if all is built on Christ I should be unshakeable in every circumstance. I have been putting some of my joy and hope and things that can be shaken. After all, in the very end what remains besides love? Nothing. Nothing but love remains. I think that I need to replace my all in my God.

And
"It feels like I'm born again
It feels like I'm living
It feels like I'm breathing
It feels like I'm moving"
once again, this time after time. I want to stay devoted- constantly, consistently, and forever.

Compete or Complement?

"The arguments against female executives who become mothers are not easily dismissed. On the other hand, might not the problem be in the way we have structured things in our society? While it is true that the woman becomes pregnant, it is not true that only she is a parent. Where is her husband? By what right does his life go on unchanged following the birth of his child while his wife is expected to significantly alter hers?" Everything You've Heard is Wrong Tony Campolo

Preach it Tony Campolo! It's so frustrating to be female sometimes because some people see us as weaker, dumber, and all around inferior. It's almost as if we're too competitive to understand that maybe God meant us to complement each other.

He Carries Me . ? !

I made a decision - today, God will be first. I cannot promise that I have placed him first in my heart yesterday, or will hold him in that lofty place tomorrow- but today I am and will. I'll be exploring what this means for a while I believe.

Looking for a specific Psalm someone mentioned the other day I ran across Psalm 68, loops of blue pen encircled verse 13 (NIV version) but now that I'm rereading it I really like verse 19 too- the whole Psalm is quite poetic...

May those who hate God melt like wax in a fire
Let the godly be glad in God's presence
He places the lonely in families and sets captives free
The very earth trembles before him
At his command abundant rains come to refresh
He provides the needy with a bountiful harvest

Praise the Lord; praise God our savior! For each day he carries us in his arms.

My God, our God, is a God who cares. He really, truly cares about those who are in bondage, alone, hungry, and hurting - it is those who hate him, not the weak and impoverished, who will come to ruin at the end of tha day.

Who is this God who loves me enough to carry me in His arms? He is strong and he is gentle, he inspires fear in the fearless and comforts the inconsolable. You might already know this- but that's why I don't write for you - I write because God is showing me old things in new ways and tenderly opening my heart to him again and again.