Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, September 1, 2014

Refuge Ranch 2014- CHANGE

Change. 

What a full word that can be...
Recently, I returned to one of my favorite places: Refuge Ranch. A beautiful, dear home set in the mountains of a small town in Mexico. For this third trip, I had the joy of joining with a group of nine other brothers and sisters in Christ to serve together at the Ranch. 





How did this trip differ from the other two? Simply because of the friendships the were formed between the members of the group in such a short amount of time. To see the way that God worked through each of our individual talents, then unified us to allow tedious tasks to be completed, was awe-striking. It was something I had never experienced before. 

Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour.
10 For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up.
11 Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm alone?
12 And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4:9-12
What has changed since the last time I was there? Definitely growth. Not only in the flowers and trees, but the children are growing bigger. Their faces are maturing, hearts softening, and their roots are deepening. Two of the children that were in my English class in 2012 came up to me and saying all of their new English vocabulary words! They were speaking sentences, not only sentences, but were showing confidence in their ability to speak English. Compared to when they would hardly speak to me in Spanish before. 
Talking about Spanish... God abundantly blessed me with recall of the Spanish I learned in previous years. That transparent wall that separated me so sharply before was finally shattered. I held conversations, I taught, I laughed, and I understood all in Spanish. This language that was once foreign to me is slowly becoming homely and normal. Even now, after I have returned to my life in the States. 
Change... what else has changed? 
There is a looming emptiness that feels like hope. There is a constant reminder of reality that constantly reminds us of redemption. After making a visit to the cemetery at the bottom of the mountain, these words flowed. Whether they make since to you, the reader, or not, I wish to share them. Just to give a glimpse into an effect of change... 

But what has change brought?
It has brought others to Christ. Changes have changed lives. It has strengthened in the nights and bought hope every morning. Change has brought hope, and hope has pointed over and over again to Christ. We are just passing through this land, to know that our eternity is still ahead is the hope that we all cling too.

What change did our group make in our time at the Ranch?
Cleaned the music shelves and organized the sheet music binders!

Sorted the bookshelves! 

Helped pour the foundation for the new house!

Alphabetized medicines for the medicals crusades!   

And I, once again, was able to teach and work in school. Studying practice tests with the students, giving spelling tests, practicing flash cards, and giving English lessons were a few things that occupied my time in the schoolhouse.


Change was also made when we had a ladies' night and served the seven ladies that are full-time staff. We mimicked that act of Jesus when he washed the disciples feet by painting their nails and giving them manicures. Afterwards we had a time of testimony and prayed with each other. It was truly a time of blessing and encouragement, not only to the staff, but also to the team. 














After 10 days of serving, cleaning, organizing, teaching, playing, befriending, speaking a foreign language, and living in a foreign community, the time came to return to our own homes back in the States. Each member came from a different walk of life, and each member brought a uniqueness to the group. I believe that the Zaragoza family was blessed by our visit, and I know that our group was changed by our time there.

So... How was I changed?

I was able to see change from an outside perspective.



















One of the major projects was to clean out the warehouse. Everything you see in this picture was piled in back of the warehouse. By cleaning it out, we sorted the good, the bad, and the expired. Then by sweeping and making new shelves, we returned the good.

But when everything was exposed, it made an ugly mess, and it was vulnerable. Being the rainy season, we were worried about rain, so we wanted to make a covering for all of it. Finding a holey tarp, some people spent a large amount of time using duct tape to repair it, and even more time trying to string it above the large pile. Only to find that when the rains came, that tarp was just slightly short of successful.

A lot of times, when change happens, issues of the heart are exposed. God sometimes uses new seasons, or new situations to 'clean out' our hearts. Those issues are brought to light and may become vulnerable.

We don't like to be vulnerable.

We don't like to be exposed.

We become fearful of storms ahead, so we use holey, duct taped-repaired tarps to make a covering. But what if God wants to use those storms to cleanse us? What if we let those storms rid us of what is bad and expired, and see what is strong enough to endure the storms? What if we trust God through the vulnerability?

Take the time to read 2 Corinthians 4:

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;
But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:
In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;
10 Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.
11 For we which live are always delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.
12 So then death worketh in us, but life in you.
13 We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I believed, and therefore have I spoken; we also believe, and therefore speak;
14 Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.
15 For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
16 For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.
17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
18 While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Thou, dear sister, excellest them all

 Grace adorned her hair
Each whisp
A reminder of God’s faithfulness

Peace glistened from her skin
Every hug
She embraced with friendship

Long suffering streaked her cheeks
Each tear
Fallen with obedience

Wisdom arrayed her lips
Every word
Was filled with loving truth

Kindness enthroned her tongue
With each tiding
She esteemed all others

Gentleness were her hands
Every encounter
She handled with steadfastness

Endurance marked her feet
Each step
Taken in the will of God

She wore the robes of strength
Joy were her coverings of tapestry
And love were the pearls about her neck

Still,
Above all this,

Her fear of the Lord beautified her
Every day
She trusted in the hand of God

Her children rise up and call her blessed
Her husband also,
And he praises her.
Give her of the fruit of her own hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.



In loving memory of
Kay King
She battled long and she battled hard.
Blessed be the name of the LORD. 





Scripture taken from Proverbs 31 KJV

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Elements of Time

After a friend arriving, a sister departing, and all the other distances continuing, She writes these words:


What is distance, if time cannot bear it?
And what is time, if hope cannot endure it?
And what is hope, if distance outlasts it?

If distance is just a never-ending horizon, or the whisp of space between slipping fingers
How are miles apart survived?  
If time, is simply the absence of a dream; the lapse between now and then
                                    How are years spent separated?
 And if hope is solely the proof of brokenness
How can there be any expectation of reuniting?

Who would dare test the elements of time?
Indeed, not many
 But there are those that dare to love

Love is not feeble; it is long-suffering and withstands each distant
for charity beareth all things
Love is the diligence of reality tried; the commitment between now and then
for charity endureth all things
And love is the sacrifice to believe the unknown; to hope in that which does not disappoint
                                                for charity hopeth all things

Time may indeed fail the distance, but charity never faileth
Yea, hope may fail time, but charity never faileth
Surely, distance may fail hope, but charity never faileth 











~For my beloved sister and her beloved~ 



   









 





Monday, July 30, 2012

They Without Names

I blink
And I can hear them
I close my eyes
And I can see them
I dream
And I can touch them

Though not at all
Because I blink
And they're gone
I open my eyes
And they're gone
I wake up
And they're gone

I love them
But I can't hold them
I love them
But I can't touch them
I love them
And I don't even know their names

Now
even so
I look around and see
Two blue eyes
staring up at me
And this I know
I've touched at least one

One at a time
I will learn their names
One at a time
I will know their voice
One at a time
I will hold them forever

One at a time

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

To Teach is to Love

G, yes, G. No not that G... Right here.

To teach piano is to reposition little fingers a hundred times
To teach piano is to count aloud with them until you're out of breath
To teach piano is to realize that the only reason they come to lessons are for the stickers

To give piano is to give your time... A lot of it
To give piano is to give your encouragement
To give piano is to give your love

To love piano is to show how to make music, not just sound
To love piano is to encourage creativity in making their own music
To love piano is to teach an amazing way to worship our Maker







Song of the Land

My soul shall never be satisfied. The beauty that is before me creates a yearning in mine heart for the heart of it's creator. Not only does the beauty touch my eyes, it sings, it sings to my ears; the song of the land.

The gentle winds whispers He loves us. The rolling hills yell that He is God, the suns warmth screams He is Most High and the sounds of children's laughter chants He is creator. The trees dance, the rocks crumble, and the flowers open in worship of His name. The brilliant blue skies carry out the rhythm, and the thick white clouds pound the beat, the beat of this land's song

The mountains rise up, yea they rise above all else. So powerful and mighty are they, yet their staff is silence. They do not chant, whisper, or tell; neither do they scream or yell. For they are silent. The Creator has wrapped His heart around these mountains, that all may feel the majesty, the majesty of this lands song.