This morning I saw a picture of an amazing floor that was made up of the most exotic and beautiful woods I had ever seen. You could get lost in the maze-like grains that looked like a masterpiece with every step you took. When you dared lift your eyes from the beauty right below you, you could see miles of peaks and valleys, all taking you to new heights in every direction.
The closer I looked, the more I realized this floor was alive. Then God began to show me the multitudes of heroes that make up my life from my past and in my now. Their ceiling had provided the perfect floor where I am allowed to run, dance, play, work, and live with a green light.
Some will show you a mirror that helps you fall in love with you. Some will inspire you to count the stars. Some will make you want to be better. Some will make you long for your solo act to become a team. Some will make you laugh and then laugh some more. Some will make you feel safe to jump off cliffs. Some will grow your family. Some will make you hope they will be there until the very end. Some will swoop in for one glorious encounter and leave an impression that turns into a tattoo you don't want to hide. Some will leave, and that's OK, because the moment you had never will. Some will capture your heart and protect it. Some will make you smile and wish for the fairytale to come and invade your reality. Some will give you license to fly just watching them do somersaults on earth and in the sky. Some will make you sigh and shrug your shoulders in awe. Some will sneak into your dreams and make you not want to wake up. Some will require a risk, but be completely worth it. Some will listen to your stories with sheer excitement and not let you know it's the third time you have told them. Some will push you to tears because they know you have more in you. Some will think you are completely nuts and entirely brilliant at the same time. Some will see way more in you than you are able to see and hold you to it. Some couldn't see you ugly on your worst day and the ones who do, don't even care. Some will show you in brilliance what Jesus looks like, because they just look like Him.
My heroes...all so vital to the journey.
I am the wealthiest woman alive with friends and family who have seen the greatness in me and have never let me settle for anything less. This is my dream....that my ceiling could be your floor, your springboard, your trampoline, your runway, your launching pad, and your safety net...that the Jesus you see in me would transcend what I can or can't do in the natural and be the inspiration you have been to me.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Playing "Follow the Leader"
I have been looking back at many of the FORMING moments in my life since moving to my "City of Glory" (NYC) in 2008. The day I said "yes" to something so foreign, yet strangely familiar, everything changed. Even as God knew me before the foundation of the world, it's like there was a homing device in the deepest part that drew me to this place where me and my dreams would come alive. Every step of the way, every mishap, every blip, every adventure, and every turn is what makes up a somewhat chaotic looking road-map, which is as perfect as the Leader I was following.
One of the highlights is a bleak, grey, and rainy day when I was walking on a NYC street I had never been, unusually alone, and with tears streaming down my face, hidden by a well placed umbrella. As a girl who is constantly dreaming, creating, laughing, and living a romantic comedy in my mind, I was strangely numb and a little scared of "the next." The scenes were not playing out exactly like I imagined and I began to ask a lot of questions. Avoiding potholes filled with muddy water and remembering to not stand within "splash range" of the taxis, helped to distract me from the task at hand of being a little too introspective.
At that moment, "Show Me Your Glory" came exploding through my headphones and I listened to "I see the cloud, and I step in" over and over again. Then it was there. There was a thicker cloud under that umbrella than any of the ones covering the tops of buildings. His Presence enveloped me from head to toe and words were no longer needed. The answers mysteriously found their way to my heart. The joy that functions like my skin began to do it's job. The great city whose streets I adored began to pull a greatness out of me that looked like compassion as His smile covered me like liquid love.
On those streets, I began a journey to learn how to really trust that my Maker had not forgotten how He had created me. It was He who had put the impossible dreams and desires inside the very fiber of my being. He had only to look at me once with those perfect eyes and I was forever a "yes man" to Him. We began creating a new history that would unlock levels of passion as they were needed. Fear couldn't stand a chance with such massive amounts of love swirling me.
That grey day had more color and life than the first day of spring and all of a sudden I wasn't afraid to dream even bigger, walk more streets I had never been on before, and play my favorite game, "Follow the Leader."
One of the highlights is a bleak, grey, and rainy day when I was walking on a NYC street I had never been, unusually alone, and with tears streaming down my face, hidden by a well placed umbrella. As a girl who is constantly dreaming, creating, laughing, and living a romantic comedy in my mind, I was strangely numb and a little scared of "the next." The scenes were not playing out exactly like I imagined and I began to ask a lot of questions. Avoiding potholes filled with muddy water and remembering to not stand within "splash range" of the taxis, helped to distract me from the task at hand of being a little too introspective.
At that moment, "Show Me Your Glory" came exploding through my headphones and I listened to "I see the cloud, and I step in" over and over again. Then it was there. There was a thicker cloud under that umbrella than any of the ones covering the tops of buildings. His Presence enveloped me from head to toe and words were no longer needed. The answers mysteriously found their way to my heart. The joy that functions like my skin began to do it's job. The great city whose streets I adored began to pull a greatness out of me that looked like compassion as His smile covered me like liquid love.
On those streets, I began a journey to learn how to really trust that my Maker had not forgotten how He had created me. It was He who had put the impossible dreams and desires inside the very fiber of my being. He had only to look at me once with those perfect eyes and I was forever a "yes man" to Him. We began creating a new history that would unlock levels of passion as they were needed. Fear couldn't stand a chance with such massive amounts of love swirling me.
That grey day had more color and life than the first day of spring and all of a sudden I wasn't afraid to dream even bigger, walk more streets I had never been on before, and play my favorite game, "Follow the Leader."
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