Showing posts with label plans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plans. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Ahead


Ahead.

In case you hadn’t noticed,
I like to plan.
I like to be organised.
I like to be prepared.
Yes, I frequently find myself late and dashing to an event, hastily running towards something, speeding across town.
But I go with a clipboard of notes in hand.

I want to be ready.

I know bad stuff will happen, things won’t quite work out, things will go wrong
But I will be ready for it.
I will be prepared.

So I’m superhuman mode at the moment.

Last week I:
  • Planned and taught two sessions for two girls in two different grades, to teach them English writing skills
  • Prepared 50-60 word biographies on 20+ speakers teaching at Pais training
  • Finalised the printing and delivery of over 300 items of uniform for Pais training
  • Cooked dinner and dad a girls sleepover (Mean Girls was included and two were vegetarian so I had to learn how to cook tofu)
  • Finishing editing pictures from Treslyn’s birthday, graduation and baptism
  • Editing some additional newborn baby photos for a friend
  • Taught a session to 12 year olds on ‘Girl vs. Girl Crime’ (i.e. Gossip and bullying)
  • Helped promote the book launch of ‘The Cloud and the Line’ and was at two events selling books
  • Preparing three talks for Foundational Training (Adjusting to a new culture, Creative ministry and The Kingdom Principle of ‘Humbling and Exalting’)
  • Planning my preach for Lakehouse Church (August 28th) on ‘Arlington: A Certain Place’
  • Grocery Shopping
  • Packing for four weeks away from home
  • Tidying my house


I tried to wash and go to the toilet too. 


So here we are facing four weeks of training (three in San Antonio, and one in Monument, Colorado)…and three weeks after that we will leave our apartment in Arlington, for a new unknown home in Birmingham. There is so very much to do.

But I have to let go.

I can’t do everything.

I can’t put 100% into training and simultaneously plan and prepare all that needs to be done for England.
I just can’t.
Even if I don’t wash or go to the toilet.

Sometimes, you have to look at what is laid before you, and just do the next thing.

Father’s words etch into me:
“Be still and know that I am God”

The song writers interpretation stands firm:
“When the oceans rise, and thunders roar // I will soar with you, above the storm // Father you are King over the storm // I will be still and know you are God.

Right now, Foundational Training needs my attention.
Foundational Training needs the best sessions I have to offer.
Steve needs me to assist and help in any and every way.
Leaders need my support and help.
New apprentices need my bubbly personality to help them settle in.
Hopefully no one will need my shoulder to cry on, but I will have tissues ready just in case.

I am believing and trusting in Father God for all the numerous things that are too long to list that we need in the time training.

I am choosing to be still in those areas.

And in my stillness, Father God will work.

He, Jehovah Jireh
the Lord God who provides
whose name is inscribed in our wedding rings
will work.

He will work on our behalf and organise that which needs to be sorted.

He will go ahead of us.

The verse continues to say:

“Be still and Know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”

God will be glorified in all of our future plans.

I know that when everything all falls into place with houses and jobs and everything else, that we will know that it didn’t happen because of our striving.

It happened because of Him.

“What I’m trying to do here is get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provision. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.
Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow.

 God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.”



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{verses taken from: Psalm 46:10; Matthew:32-33}

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Release


Completely wiped from travelling but decided that I have to really press in and push in my writing, regardless of what is happening and how I feel…

there is release in my writing, release from the jumbled thoughts that don’t get out during the day
words that others can’t hear, words that I haven’t fully processed
release from thinking that I am crazy and no one feels the same way about things as I do
release from shouting above the crowds to be heard
release to not put on constraints or align with someone else
release to speak out the things that Father is pressing on me

I feel pressed right now.
Pressed with so much, so many thoughts going on, so much planning
And planning leads to worry
Because as I plan
I place expectations
Expectations of how things are going to work out
Expectations of how I will be, you will be, others will be
Expectations
That when shattered
Shatter a part of me
5.9 Richter scale
reminiscent of time in Nicaragua
where all was fine
and then all was shaken
ending unknown
panic gripped
fear took over

and now I worry
what will I eat
what will I wear
what will be my home
what will my “career” be
and I know you Father God
take care of the birds in the air
and I am person
made from your image
you delight in me
love overwhelming
hold future that seems so unclear and distant
in tiny cell of steady hand palm

yet nothing lifts the worry

Do I really know you?

For you are love and perfect love casts out all fear and so in the knowing of you, I know love and therefore I know
No fear

Yet fear and I walk hand in hand
On-again, off-again lovers
Who cannot be prized apart

Do I really trust you?

Do I really take your word and implant it not just in my head, but within the steely depths of my heart and keep it there safe so that it isn’t just words, it is who I am, it is me, it is my belief?

I can see you in others
And bring words of comfort to them
And show them you
In your fullness of glory

But is it really your fullness
If I am not full of you?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Mary


“God has a surprise for you: You will become pregnant and give birth to a son and call his name Jesus. He will be great, be called ‘Son of the Highest.’ The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David; He will rule Jacob’s house forever—no end, ever, to his kingdom.”

She knew the beginning
and the end of sorts…

…and that was it.

No other recorded details
Not fully knowing the impact child would make
No guidelines
No instructions
Just a random angel’s words:
“God’s getting you up the duff, and the baby’s going to be a superstar.”

When curveballs rage
Dark tunnel ahead
Where do you go?
Where do you head?

How do you parent the Son of God??
Do you make Him do chores??
Do you make Him do homework??
If He falls over and bangs his head on the coffee table,
do you just let Him heal Himself??

Starting line up
End point in sight
But what of the hurdles that lay inbetween?

Bread on both sides
Filling unsure
But we can rely
That sandwich taste will be sweet

Trust divine
Complete reliance
Clichéd words that must be found true in this
Stress
Spirit guiding through the mud
Bring my heart to carefully notice
The things that would remain unobserved otherwise.

For nothing is by chance.

We live by faith, not by fate.

Taking heart of smallest and largest
All building from a ponder
To pave a way through

Born is certain for you read these words.
Death awaits us all,
Our time of judgment will come.

But what of the center?
What of this life?
What of my daily grind?
Which steps do I take?

I know so little
But of this I am sure
Of the hand of Father
Providence upon our lives
Plans to prosper
Plans of grace
Plans of trouble
Struggle of a journey
Destination in the daily
Embracing right now

None of us have arrived,
Desperate striving to untangle
the messy strings
that make up our
this so called life.

Take care of each thread between
The dawn and the dark
For who knows what a pull
A tug of string
Will unravel.