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

love grace

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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Breathing in, Breathing Out

Photo by Jennifer Upton

Photo by Jennifer Upton

Do you feel that breeze?
A quiet hush of the holy warms upon my cheeks
Embracing the soul in welcoming comfort
Feel that?
The sense of all-consuming peace, swaying
Rests heavy on my brow.
I’m breathing in
Breathing out.
Serenity

Do you see it?
There is a brightness
Penetrating woeful darkness
Pointing me again to truth
A vibrant sword of yellow-white flickering
With specks of glory dust
See it?
The sense of calm
Rests softly on my bosom.
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Distillation

Do you hear that song?
A sacred melody soaring higher
Pulls this heart to the center of wholeness
Hear it?
The sense of softly falling rain
Gently washing away the chaos stain
Rests lightly on my soul
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Destiny
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Do you smell this perfumed renewal?
An incense of feeble prayers mixed with the
Rain-washed sorrows of rose
And the memory of myrrh
Smell it?
The sense of love no longer entombed
But now a fragrant freedom offering
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Restoration

Do you taste joyful bloom of spring?
A velvet honey-sweet of brokenness
Shooting up from the solemn ground
Taste it?
The sense of hope a nimble lavender sugar enveloping
Every fiber of my being
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Belonging
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Zumba, Community, and Advent

People Hands by Jennifer Upton

People Hands by Jennifer Upton

I’ve never been one for large crowds or storms of people.  To be honest I prefer solitude, aloneness, and simply being still.  While solitary adventures can be healthy, there comes a point where we realize we need connection beyond our own personal company.

We were made to belong – not just to ourselves, but also to our fellow humanity. We were made for community and connection.  It provides space for us to walk into the story of other souls.  It provides opportunity to ear without judgment and to offer a shoulder.  It gives us a chance to see beyond our own lives.  Community matters. Continue reading

Demanding Notice

So Much Social

So Much Social

We live in a world constantly screaming me, me, me. Forcing our hands in the competitive air, we demand to be seen. We demand to be heard. We demand to be noticed.  We demand.

The air is noisy – filled with the roaring hum of egos that refuse to be silent.  They assert their souls across our boundaries line making us doubt our own sanity and purpose.

A quiet must come.

A stillness must reign.

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The Real Following

Social media has grown in exponential popularity within recent years.  One has only to log in to any number of sites to find millions of users with thousands of followers – Twitter included.  Click a button, and all of a sudden you have followers.  Click again and you can unfollow to your hearts content.  My Twitter following has grown quickly in the last couple of weeks.  I don’t even want to begin to try and figure out why.

Reflection On Floor-Photo By Jennifer Upton

Reflection On Floor-Photo By Jennifer Upton

The thought struck me tonight though: One thousand plus followers, but how many do I really know?  Do I need to know them?  They matter, but let’s be real here.  I can’t engage with a 1,000 people and keep my sense of sanity, authenticity and autonomy; or can I?  That’s a whole lot of friendship building for which I may feel ill-equipped.  I’m not expecting to “make” friends on Twitter; but it does provide me with an amazing opportunity to learn from diverse people.  It provides a common space where there are not geographical divides.  Continue reading