Amber

20 Some of the Pharisees asked Jesus, “When will the kingdom of God come?”

Jesus answered, “God’s kingdom is coming, but not in a way that you will be able to see with your eyes. 21 People will not say, ‘Look, here it is!’ or, ‘There it is!’ because God’s kingdom is within you.”

Luke 17 (NCV)


I wrote this song in 2012 and revisited it last year to add some spontaneous worship. I recorded this video about 5 months ago.

(I often sit on things for long periods at a time if that’s not yet abundantly clear).

One of my favorite things about shooting this video was collaborating with nature and getting to see some lovely miracles. Toward the end of the video (around minute 4), I was singing, “dancing in deep amber joy floating in the atmosphere” when a yellow dragonfly floated down and joined me. I had never seen a yellow dragonfly before. It was absolutely beautiful. I smiled at it as it floated down past me.

The whole theme of the song is yellow light and joy, which is why I shot this outside and used a lot of yellow elements (and why I was particularly happy that nature joined in a dance with me). Thanks, yellow dragonfly; you were a happy addition to my day. Thank you, all other dragonflies that graced me with your presence. Thank you majestic birds for making an appearance in the background unbeknownst to me. And thank you beautiful blue skies and sunlight for being my heavenly gifts every day. (Lyrics are below.)

Let’s go to heaven

Let’s go to light

Let’s gaze in Jesus’ face, feel His smile

Let’s dance in deep amber joy floating in the atmosphere

It’s all right here*

oo oo oo oo oo*

Let’s break the floodgates of heaven open wide

Let’s show this earth what Jesus’ face is like

Let’s dance in deep amber freedom floating in the atmosphere

It’s all right here*

oo oo oo oo oo*

Like a light shining in the dark, I see you*

Like a fire shut up in my bones, I feel you*

And you are inescapable

Greet me with a heavenly kiss*

Put Your word upon my lips*

To fill all my spaces, occupy me*

You are inexplicable

Greet me with a heavenly kiss*

Put Your word upon my lips*

To fill all my spaces, occupy me*

(everything else was spontaneous)

He’s like a kid

He's Like a Kid

He’s1 like2 a kid…but a kid who knows exactly where He’s going: always talking, always laughing; super fun, spontaneous, unpredictable…

and we have a choice to give up control & blend into His joyous wisdom. We’ve often painted Him as this sage director who sits on His ass and points here and there, ordering His subjects to do and move but I see now…

perhaps He likes to dance and skip, disappearing and reappearing behind the curtains and in between the trees. Perhaps He’s inviting us into that dance of submission, allowing Him to pull us and push us away, lifting us up with His strength so that our faces mount closer to the sun.

Perhaps God is not stale. Perhaps He changes color right before our eyes like my sister once said. One second He is strong; the next He is weak but it is all by choice and all by His control.

Perhaps if we stopped being stuck up, “proper” people with sticks up their butts, we could dance with Him, play with Him, run with Him… UNDERSTAND Him.

So, maybe instead of being mad at His inpredictability,3 we could learn to love His charm and happiliy

hopefully

trust & anticipate

the surprises He carves out for us every moment.

God is no fool but He is no statue4 either. He is as dynamic as the wind.

No, O people, the Lord has told you what is good, and this is what he requires of you: 

to do what is right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.

Micah 6:8 (NLT)

The Lord said:

Forget what happened long ago! Don’t think about the past.
I am creating something new. There it is! Do you see it?
I have put roads in deserts, streams in thirsty lands.

Isaiah 43:18-19 (CEV)

Then He said

“What if I pushed you out of the nest & then you learned that you can fly? What if all the things you thought you needed, you could actually do without? 

Just leave it to me!

TRUST me!”

Then He ran off so I could chase after Him.

“Stop being annoyed at what I’m doing. Come have fun with me!”

(ah the sweet sweet peace in those words)

This journey is not for the faint of heart and all He longs to do is strengthen our weak hearts. Allow Him to.

Allow Him to.

Some readers didn’t make it past the word “ass” because this is a religious blog
He: why don’t we have a genderless pronoun other than “it?” ^^
Like: not the same as “is” ^^
Inpredictability: I know. Just… try to let it go. ^^
Statue: I think we are the statues and we would rather Him be as predictable as we are. ^^
Photos: Kamren B Photography; Rod Waddington; Fede Racchi 
6So… many… footnotes

The Healing Power of Love

healingLove is patient

To heal a heart, a broken heart, a broken body, a broken soul…

patience is required, to watch the bones grow painfully slow;

to change bandage after bandage, emptying bowl after bowl

of time and sensitivity, poured as a sacrifice upon the head of the wounded.

And finally, after many moons,

his eyes will open and her arms will rise to wrap around your neck and say, “Thank You.”

Love keeps no record of wrongs

“It’s all behind us” is the sound of forgotten pain.

A long embrace after rejection,

the smile that sees beauty even in separation

is the sign of forgiveness for mistakes.

To ingest acid and produce beauty,

to be unaware of the knife in one’s back and to move full force ahead without dying… that is the healing power of love.

Love hopes all things

And everyday I think about you and you and you, I hope you are no longer marra*; I pray you are happy; I pray only for your good and desire that maybe one day, we can meet in God’s park and walk through His field of fragrant flowers with the rising scent of smiles, laughter, positivity…

 maybe one day everything will be alright.

I know one day Love will make everything alright.

He will make everything alright.

He makes beautiful things out of all of it.

Love endures all things

Love survives the empty space between “goodbye” and “hello again.”

Love survives a slap in the face, the kiss of betrayal.

Love survives the harsh winter of abuse.

Many men have tried to kill her.

Many women have trampled on her breasts. She resurrects every time.

Every. Time.

And every generation, naive infants are born to teach us to give, to trust, to love again.

Love is the greatest of them all

It takes Love to love. We are nothing without it.

We love because He first loved us.

He was the one to reach aCROSS.

He was the one who gave His Son.

And that is the freedom we stand upon.

God is great.

God is Love.

 Fill us with Your Love, Lord, that we may be cured of the infirmities that breed hate, callousness, selfishness & silence.

Sing over our hearts every day until stone breaks into flesh.


“marra” – bitter