Invite Me to Grace

Tell me the story – your real life account
Your words dripping with the fragrance
of an agonizing truth
Invite me to the grace of loving well
Can I sit with you across the table
And listen without failing your heart?

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I will tell the judging urge to abate
I will steel my heart for the frame of acceptance
I will make this space safe
Our connection is my priority

Tell me the story of your blossoming soul
Your thoughts spilling like water on dry, cracked ground
Invite me to the grace of embracing wholly
Can I look you in the eye unflinchingly
and hear you without excluding holy whispers?

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I will tell the condemning to be silent
I will hold your hands with the hope of restoration
We will make this place safe
Affinity with you is my priority

We are His Story unfolding
In broken places and
Along arrow pathways
Where hearts hemorrhage
With the ache to be made well

We are balm invited to the deep
To the heavy, to the sacred and
Not-so-sacred ruined ones

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Invite me to the cross where
Conviction is nailed
Overturned
Split open
With Love gaping wide

Yes, tell me the story
Invite me to the grace of loving well

Linking up with Lisha Epperson for #GiveMeGrace

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Priority Mail {A Poem}

It was torn from the First
Ripped from perfect priority
Frayed and shredded where 
Edges bleed life

But there is the faintest 
Whisper of redemption

Hope will come
Broken hearts are not lost

The one-winged bird of 
My dreams shall fly again
The First shall be restored
The bleeding edges shall
Be mended with the 
Balm of Gilead

Hope will come
I will rise.

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Linking up with Jamie Bagley for How to Find a Sliver of Light

Truth

I may be leery, but I believe that God knows full well what He’s doing.  My choice is to trust Him.  Things are not turning out the way I thought they should. They’re actually quite haywire. Isn’t that just like life though? It throws you for a loop, and you still have to play the game.
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Hidden Treasures

I’ve lived much of my life in compartments.  Writing about difficult subjects made me tear down walls and rebuild foundational dreams.  I could see hope in the spaces between the healing and the hurt.  They were not in vain.  An invitation to just be and to be whole drew me in.  There was room, spacious room, for my heart to live a better story even among the ashes.   

Living through the uncomfortable places forced me to see the coals of my life, only they were no longer coals.  Glimmers of diamonds burst from crushed and bent places.  Losses were no longer dead weights around my neck.  Losses were no longer shameful or points of contention to be avoided.  The compression, the intense pressure, and pain no longer frighten me.  Instead, they remind me God makes beautiful things from the dust of my life.  

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Why Real Talk Matters to Me

Story Sessions is a writing community I joined last year.  It’s a community of women who write, dream, create, and encourage one another.  A couple of weeks ago, I was interviewed on how Real Talk Tuesday came to be.

I didn’t intend to start Real Talk Tuesday.  It was one of those things that just happened (though I think something like it was always rumbling around in my heart).  It was an offshoot of where I wanted to take my own writing, but I wanted to do it in community.  A few months ago I took part of a healing support group called Mending the Soul.  It’s changed my life (keeps changing my life), my perspective, and how I see authenticity and living out truth.  It was all about dealing with hard truths about one’s self and its impact on how we relate to people and issues in our lives.  It’s more than that, but that was the impetus toward healing and restoration.

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