I learned this song(the words below) last week in church. I'd never really thought of brokenness as a sweet thing before but really being broken before God is pretty sweet--that's when I let go of the things making my life miserable. Coming to Indiana has been tricky for me on every level imaginable but mainly in my job. I have spent so much time thinking and rethinking and second guessing my every move that I was losing the joy in what I love doing. I had a good cry the other day and then a good talk with my supervisor. Both incredibly healing. I wouldn't say that I'm all better inside but I finally let go of some things that have been getting in the way. Today I worked with a group of college students and thoroughly enjoyed every minute of my time with them. It was one of my most fulfilling days since I moved to Indiana. And for that I am very thankful!
Jeremy Riddle - Sweetly Broken
To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of its suffering I do drink
Of its work I do sing
For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just
At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered
What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified
You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled
In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness
March 28, 2009
Sweetly Broken
March 9, 2009
close your eyes and just listen
Everywhere I have lived I have had to adjust to the local "sounds".
In college it was the non-stop commotion.
At camp in Ligonier it was frogs, squirrels, Izzy shifting in her cage(my rabbit), birds, kids running around.
In town in Ligonier it was cars driving by, the old house settling, people walking their dogs.
In Guatemala it was the neighbors little dog yipping, firecrackers in the street between 5am & 6am, guns shots, roosters, lots of honking car horns.
Back at home it was mom playing the piano, dad watching politcal stuff on "his" tv, the phone ringing, and someone yelling "come quick, there are deer in the back yard"(even though this is a daily occurance).
Here at Bradford Woods it's the pileated woodpeckers, the coyotes, and small animals running through the dry leaves.
March 7, 2009
The Manna House Porch
Last week during training we were asked to think about our favorite place. We wrote some notes, drew pictures, and then wrote poems. I'm actually kind of proud of my poem. I know it's not a masterpiece but I like it so I thought I'd share.
In the still quiet of the night
I feel the comfort of being home
I sit on my porch in my hammock chair
I swing and I rock and take it all in
I watch the fog overtake the valley
I gaze at the stars shining so bright
I remember the sounds of the day gone by
People laughing, singing, shouting, and asking "on belay?"
I reflect on my day, letting go and breathing the fresh air in
I sit back, relax and settle in
A new day will soon begin
