Reach Out.

Day 18.

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Today’s word Prompt. Reach.

Hmmm. Reach – to stretch out an arm in a specified direction in order to touch or grasp something. I ponder which direction to take this, should I offer a rendition of  ‘Reach for Stars’ by S Club or let’s go 60’s and sing the Four Tops classic ‘Reach Out – I’ll be there’ … obviously waaay before my time, but my Auntie Steph played it a lot.

Or we could look at Jesus inviting Thomas to reach out…

The disciples have seen Jesus, he is risen. Thomas has yet to see him and makes it clear that unless he sees the nail marks and puts his finger in his side, he won’t believe. Then there’s the moment when Thomas is face to face with Jesus. Imagine being there, in that room. The doors are locked. The disciples are gathered and Jesus enters. Jesus turns to Thomas and invites him to reach out his hand to his side. To stop doubting and believe. The tension. Will he? Does he? The story goes on to say that Thomas sees, believes and cries out ‘My Lord and My God!’ to which Jesus replies, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

Love this, especially as this verse lands on us, the ones who have believed without seeing. Blessed.

So as I reflect on that thought I am led to write to thank the One who reached out to me.

Reach – Inspired by Psalm 40.

I’m breathing.

Darkness swallows whole, echoes down here.

Slime. Stuck.

Wait.

I’m silent.

Surrounded by the mess of me.

I abandon.

Quiet.

I’m inhaling. 

New fragrance meandering through putrid alleys.

Breathe.

I’m hearing.

Faint somethings of an unfamiliar sound.

Listen.

I’m feeling. 

A dancing breeze, blowing in a new choreography.

Move.

I’m touching.

Ropes. Climb. Wings spread.

Heights.

I’m calling.

You hear. You hear.

You rescue. You’re here.

I’m listening. 

Thunder, wild, declaring.

Ending.

I’m tasting.

We sit. We feast.

Purity.

I’m singing. A new song.

I’m seeing. You. In me.

 

See you tomorrow!

Love, Michelle xoxo

NaBloPoMo November 2013

 

Songbird.

Our week in Kelowna. The Collins Clan drove down to Omak, Washington and drove back over the Canadian border within 24 hours. With one purpose – to renew our visa.

A couple of hours, lots of questions and obstacles overcome.

We were granted 3 more years. Our adventure continues!

A friend of our Hope Centre is having twins and before she heads off to Vancouver to deliver her babes – we threw her a baby shower. Love to bless!

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We held a day of service on Thursday with Heritage Christian School Grade 8’s who served the church with great hearts and attitude. It wasn’t all hard work though, when our youth and children’s department get involved so do water guns, cotton candy machines and slurpees. Thank you again Heritage.

We hit the skate park with Josiah and Bella. Heart in mouth – need knee pads.

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The fair came to town. Oh yes it’s ‘Maydays’ which brings excitement to our home. As the twins were doing there own fair thing. We took the little people and to Josiah’s delight he was allowed on the ‘scary’ rides which he took on without fear.

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Bella and Josiah on the ‘stomach left somewhere in the sky ride.’

With my Friday Faves done, you don’t mind if I squeeze in a five minute Friday do you? Ah good.

The word for this week is ‘Song’. There are so many paths I’d like to travel down with this word. But I have 5 minutes and I’m heading down a muddy path to find a song.

START.

They call it a dawn chorus. It’s more like a rock opera outside my window every morning, and it begins at 4am. Our lives are surrounded by songs. This week I reminisced as I listened to songs from my teens. Then I cried as I listened to one particular song as I thought of my Dad’s funeral service, then remembered it was actually from Mom’s wedding. Tears soon turned to laughter.  I’m sure there’s a song attached to every month of my life. I love music.

Then…

I meet you with no song. Friends who’ve lost their song.

Who cry out as David did in Psalm 40. I waited…I’m waiting patiently, expectantly for the Lord.

How long Lord?

You cry out in your waiting and veiled silence.

How long?

Patience, while positive, isn’t pretty.

Singing from pits echoes your own voice as you strive to hear another.

Steve Bell wrote this piece last weekend. An image of freedom, and the often painful road we need to take to reach it.

‘Today I freed a songbird who was trapped in our garage

And flapped against the pane that rendered freedom a mirage

I had to further terrorise the frantic feathered beast

Who could not know that capture was the terms of her release.’

Psalm 40 continues…

‘At last he looked; finally he listened.

He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud.

He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip.

He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God.

More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God.’

Whether you are in the pits, or on the rock – here’s a truth to absorb.

For the LORD your God is living among you. He is a mighty saviour. He will take delight in you with gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.” Zephaniah 3:17

The Hebrew word used here to describe how Father sings is ‘rinnah’. It means to express a ringing cry, a loud shout, a proclamation of extreme joy and an expression of gladness.

Wow!

Praying you a hear His song over you this weekend,

Love, Michelle xoxo

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