Dandelion Dreams....

I have been quiet here.  I know that.  Big changes are happening.  He has been doing a new thing both in me and through me...come visit and see why I am so excited!

With eyes closed and hands gently clutching this wisp of summer’s joy, I wished a dream, a simple dream, and then slowly exhaled.  With that kiss of breath, I opened my eyes and to watch the seeds scatter in a thousand different directions.  Each fluff carried with it the promise of more to come. 

I realize too many will see this little flower turned fuzz as nothing but a weed – an unwelcomed guest.  For me, right now, it is a simple reminder that dreams can and will be carried along in the breath of life.

I started this blogging journey a few years back and on a no good, very bad, unfortunate day my first blog was lost in the world of cyberspace.  Undaunted, I began again. 

Here in this spot I started over.  My words found a place to hide and my heart found a place to ponder.   In quiet wonder, life as it most often does shadowed the beauty of creation.  Seasons changed outside my window and inside my soul.

Go here to finish the story.....

I will keep this blog (for now).   I don't know if or when I will write here but I will be writing  there! 

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012

Cut down, Broken and Poured Out

It hurts.

More than I want and deeper than I ever thought it would.  It is not all their fault and it is not all my fault.  The blame falls squarely between the two.  I think that makes it cut even deeper.

The raw throb makes concentrating difficult.  It distracts my heart.  It beckons a hardness to scab it over.  Yet, I know hardness will never bring healing.

He told me, “If you ever get to the place when you can’t worship you have to leave.”  I was almost there.  Just one more revelation – one more contradiction – one more okay for them but not for others sent me into a whirlwind. 

Would they think this was the case – the duality of what is said/done/allowed?  I doubt it. 

When looking from different angles, the perspective is different. 

Perspective is also part of the story.  They know their part.  I know mine.  We think we understand the each other but in truth, we don’t. 

We can’t.

I have to own what I know.   My pride, my hurt, my confusion and my anger that is what I know.  That is what I have to own.  That is what I have to confess.  That is what I have to release. 

Lay it down and let it go.

Walk away.

If I choose not to do this, what hardens on the surface will fester in the depths.   It will become a poison to the heart, to the soul and to the body. 

In the doing, comes the liberation.  Freedom for the Spirit to fill those places once occupied and now emptied with the fullness of One I long for. 

At His feet I come, carrying my pain, my sin, my part.  Break me open.  Break me down.  Pour me out. 

Then Spirit I beg, fill the empty places. 

Fill me full.

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012