Waking Up With Company

Waking Up With Company
--A Call to Repentance...
Forgive yourself and take that hand offered to you

You woke up this morning with regret
It really is hard to get back
After a fall
But then you know that staying where you are
Is not any better
And for some reason
You can't anyway
So how to get back?
What steps do you take
When you can't even see the path
You feel too blinded to see
Too seared to care
And hungry...we won't even start
It's hard to get back
After a fall
Life seems to go on
Without you, with you
Over you
Everywhere seems dangerous
Everyone seems like an arrow
Aimed at the back of your head
So cautious you reach out
Ready to pull back
But even there
You can't find your way
Nothing is as it seems anymore
So you sit there waiting
And waiting for someone
To come along and tell you
It's hard to get back
After a fall
But he'll help you along the way
He'll pull off that blindfold
Teach your eyes to see the light again
And hold onto you when you let go
So you wait for this person
Not realizing you're waiting
Hungry, blind, lost and alone
Your conscious is seared
You heart is hard
And the life that you once knew
Is gone
It's hard to get back
After a fall
But then there's a light
And the blindfold comes off
And you look up but cringe at brightness
He tells you his name
He holds out his hand
He lifts you up
And you cry
So long, so long
Has the wait for him been
But now he is here
And he's holding on to you
He leans down and whispers
The air tickles your ear
"It's hard to get back
After a fall
But I'm here for you now"
And you get up out of bed
Open the blinds
Blink at the light
Smile at the world
And take the hand of your Savior
Because it's only hard to get back
After a fall
If you are doing it
All alone.

--MovingGirl

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