worken on my ashes..
worken on my ashes..its amazing how circumstances can change a heart.... n' how truthful the unkown can be
its been quite a long time since i bothered to share any of my thoughts through writting- to anyone else- yet now, here some are~ for better or worse~ may my vulnerbility be anything but a hinderance to your life as i continue un-hindered in any ramblings that here follow. (n' yes, plz do ignore teh pathetic attempts at correct spelling~ as long as you can make a guesstimate @ the word's desired meaning, continue on---do not cease walking by cause of a crack in the cement)
the thing that has been most on my mind has stemmed from a mixture of songs that have recently freshly attacked a wounded spirit. 2 start: expectations are bad, destain from them whenever possible, instead view only towards your own efforts of humility and servanthood.
Do you know why servants bow? it keeps their eyes off of others, and focused on the tasks that lay before them to be personaly accomplished. Live such as this~ when you are preparing to wash other's feet you will never catch the gaze of an evil eye. "...and took upon Him the very nature of a servant..." (phil 2.7)
never expect of another what u can do 4 yourself, w/ God...
i have come 2 the point in which i am thuroughly not only bothered by, but repulsed by the flamboyance of sin -especially when it is done by those i love more than my own breath. I have chosen to take Christ's side-- to stay by the cross and attempt to fight off those who, with each sin, whip Him again. Nail Him again. Mock His love. His grace.
the song 'Who am I?' has been a heart cry for me this past semester as my Savior has opened my eyes to see my very own wretchedness that i lived so comfortably in for so many years- calling it me, trying to mask the reality of the past i try to embrace, run from, hideaway, and ignore. the 1st time this brokeness set in was in Eleuthera, as i lay alone by the carribean sea @ sunset... such an honest moment- that the beauty of god's creation in nature shown bright oranges, pinks, and blues on the darkness of myself i had been avoiding. laying there on my back, over the coral rocks, my hand being toyed in the gentle waves, tears repressed yet filling my vision~ i began the new leg of this journey we have coined 'discipleship'. yet this time, i recognized that my feet had been cleaned-- and that putting on socks never really did hide the dirt...
At the foot of the cross
Where grace and suffering meet
You have shown me Your love
Through the judgment You received
And You've won my heart
And You've won my heart
Now I can-
TRADE THESE ASHES IN FOR BEAUTY
And wear forgiveness like a crown
Coming to kiss the feet of mercy
I lay every burden down
At the foot of the cross...
| Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. |
<3
posted by Kat @ 12:16 PM
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