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Friday, April 19, 2013

Jump? I could barely hold up my head…


Once upon a time Lisa Jo Baker started thinking about writing and how perfectionism gets in the way of our words (preach, sister!) So, she figured why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out, not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minites of focused writing.  

On Fridays, I join a group of people who throw caution to the wind and write without worrying...As she says, "Your words. This shared feast." Do you dare??

1. Write for 5 minutes flat--no editing, overthinking, no backtracking (ach!)
2. Link back here  and invite others to join in.
3. VISIT THE PERSON WHO LINKED UP BEFORE YOU AND ENCOURAGE THEM IN THEIR COMMENTS.

Ready, steady, Write!


Walk together children
Don
't you get weary
Walk together 
children 
Don
't you get weary
Oh, talk together children
Don
't you get weary 
There
's a great camp meeting in the promised land
Traditional hymn

Share with the Lords people who are in need. 
Practice hospitality.
Romans 12:13 (NIV)

Jump? I could barely hold up my head…

GO:

This was supposed to be one of the worst weeks of my life, But God (and my sisters). Jump? I could barely hold up my head, But God (and my sisters). I would love for this to be about jumping in faith, diving into my dreams, leaping fully and joyfully into the center of Grace, but this was supposed to be one of the worst weeks of my life. It wasn’t. Why? But God (and my sisters).

This was the week when Moses needed Aaron to hold up his hands (yes, in prayer, a sister actually said that to me. I cried.) This was the week when Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were walking into the furnace, and realizing it was hot. This was the week when I could not open my mouth to ask for prayer, I could barely open my lungs to breathe and while I’ve always had faith, this was the week when faith was ALL THERE WAS, But God (and my sisters)…

They showed up. They showed out. They prayed. They stood in the gap. They carried me to the throne, leaving me gently on the altar, asking no questions, seeking no answers. This was the week I understood community as I never had before.

This was supposed to be one of the worst weeks of my life, But God (and my sisters) wouldn’t let that be the way the story would end. Jump? I could barely hold up my head, But God (and my sisters). But God AND MY SISTERS held me in their arms and in their hearts and refused to let me go.

My sisters would NOT let it be the worst week of my life. They would NOT let me fall. They refused to leave me feeling beyond the reach of Grace AND they steadfastly refused to let me weep alone. I’m not ready to jump (just yet), but I know I can. I’m not ready to jump (just yet), but I can hold up my head. I will dance. I will jump soon, but I will not jump alone. I’m jumping with God, AND MY SISTERS.

I love you all. Thank you.

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I'm linking up with Lisa Jo Baker and with Laura at Missional Women

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