Let it fill you
as water pumped
into a cistern.

Let it kiss you
while caressing your neck
like a lover

Let it wake you
from comfort
and leave you

Let it whispers to you
a voice within your head
that you question.

Let it haunt you
causing you to jump
at the least little sound

Let it write you

See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands… Isaiah 46:16.

I write notes on the back of my hands almost daily, it drives my wife crazy. I have tried carrying notepads and electronic organizers but some how my hand ends up with a phone number, and appointment or a name written on it. You see my average day is crazy and my crazy days are well indescribable. When you work in at-risk communities life is a crisis. So I don’t always have time to fish out a notepad, much less try to type something into my Droid phone, so I grab a pin and scribble on the back of my hand. The other positive aspect for my hands to be my notepads is that it leaves the note ever before me. Anyone who has worked with me for 15 minutes will tell you my memory is, well not good. A combination of brain cells killed at Concord College and an ever changing schedule has left me that way. So if I write a note and put in out of my sight it will soon be forgotten. But not on my hand it is constantly in my ADHD line of sight.

I take great comfort that God keeps notes on His hand. The fact that I am engraved on His hand gives me two types of comfort. It is a reminder that I am important to him and that I am ever before him. You see God’s commitment is well beyond that of mine. Because the notes on my hands are written in ink that will eventually fade, but God engraves my name on his hand. A reminder that I have a security in Him that is beyond my understanding.

So every morning I get up and spend a few moments with God in reading and prayer. Then get some coffee and open my e-mail where I have my Goggle Calendar sending me my agenda for the day.

Today I saw something I haven’t seen since like May:

You have no events scheduled today.

What a beautiful sight

The early church was married to poverty, prisons and persecutions. Today, the church is married to prosperity, personality, and popularity.” – L. Ravenhill

GOOD STUFF

So I am on my way to Kansas City to work with my old pal Judson. I drove 13 hours today and I have about 5 hours to go tomorrow to get there. I am anxious to get there.
To tired to write much more.