Kissing the floor in front of You.

Kissing the floor in front of You.

-A Call to Humility

Bowing my head against the silence

Trembling at the thought of your wrath

I've failed because of my blindness

Even though you showed me the path

The truth came down like a bolt of heat

It seared me straight to my soul

My heart stopped, a pause in the beat

It burned within me as a hot coal

My face is wet with tears of grief

They pool on the floor like blood

My height and pride were so brief

They tumbled away with the flood

So here I am now broken and lost

Confused and shamed before you

And trembling at the horrendous cost

I bring my crushed self before you

Lord, forgive my selfish ambitions

My heart rose too high in its pride

Oh the cost of my worthless position

Naked, I've fallen so hard

The agony of truth tears at my breast

I cringe and cry out in pain

As you pull the roots from my chest

Pride and Self are their names

How tenderly you apply the balm

The Rose of Sharon within

And weeping, you give me a song

That washes away my sin

So here I am now broken and lost

But touched not by your wrath

For tenderly, lovingly, you paid the cost

And once more may I walk on your path

Bowing my head in heartache and shame

You lower yourself to my height

And lifting my face you quietly say

That I am precious in your sight

Bowing my head against the flood

Of joy that your words do bring

I welcome the gift of your sinless blood

And kiss the floor at your feet.

--MovingGirl

Inhaling Snowflakes

It's not as fun as it sounds. Walking through a blizzard of white makes it really hard to breath. It's like breathing underwater or something. Weird. But also amazingly cool and unique, one of those moments that makes you say, wow, why the heck am I leaving this for humidity and temperatures over 100 degrees?
Then you remember that this winter you are living in is going to last another four or five months and it all makes sense.

What to throw away, and what to keep. Do you pack it in a box and never see it again until you are actually settling into the new home, do you put it in your "carry out" for the camper and the road trip? Do you even take it and if not where do you deposit it? Trash, Salvation Army, Ebay, Craigslist, Neighbors, friends?

Moving really makes you consider what is important to you and how important it is. With friends at the top of the list, if you give it away to them, then it is really important. If you give it to SA then not so much. So where on the scale does it lie? And then you feel bad giving away that amazing 'whatever' that was supposed to be treasured or something. It is like one huge guilt trip. Yeesh.

Naw, I'm making it sound worse than it is. By the end of the day you are throwing things at the trash bag saying "I don't care if I never even remember you I just want to be done! Out of my house!!!"

--Moving Girl

An Early Praise

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea:
A great High Priest, whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.

My name is graven on his hands,
My name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heaven he stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see him there
Who made an end of all my sin.

Because a sinless Savior died,
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the One,
Risen Son of God!

Behold him there, the risen Lamb
My perfect, spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I am,
The King of glory and of grace!

One with himself, I cannot die
My soul is purchased by his blood
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Savior and my God
With Christ, my Savior and my God

-It's not about religion, rules, or even morality. It's about a relationship. And he loves you. And it's free. You can't do a thing. Freedom. Love. Jesus.
Merry Christmas.

--Moving Girl