smashed eggs

On days like this when the grey clouds loom

Praise the Lord

On days like this when eggs hit the mud

Praise the Lord

It is time, It’s the day to worship the King

It is the season to praise the Almighty

It’s the time, today, Praise the Lord

O Praise Him, our God the Almighty

O Praise Him, our God the King

For he is good, he is good, 

For he is good, for he is good

For he is good, good, good, He is good

On days like this when the blue skies bloom

Praise the Lord

On days like this when flowers are in bud

Praise the Lord

It is time, It’s the day to worship the King

It is the season to praise the Almighty

It’s the time, today, Praise the Lord

O Praise Him, our God the Almighty

O Praise Him, our God the King

For he is good, he is good, 

For he is good, for he is good

For he is good, good, good, He is good

On days like this ,all days all times

Praise the Lord

On days like this, all weeks, all months

Praise the Lord

It is time, It’s the day to worship the King

It is the season to praise the Almighty

It’s the time, today, Praise the Lord

O Praise Him, our God the Almighty

O Praise Him, our God the King

For he is good, he is good, 

For he is good, for he is good

For he is good, good, good, He is good

Psalm 118:24
Psalm 118:24

looking broke/ feeling good

In Japan, when a vase or pottery is cracked, there is a process which binds the broken pieces together again. It is called Kintsugi:   Kintsugi (金継ぎ?) (Japanese: golden joinery) or Kintsukuroi (金繕い?) (Japanese: golden repair) is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with lacquer resin dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum a method similar to the maki-e technique.[1][2][3] As a philosophy it speaks to breakage and repair becoming part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
In Japan, when a vase or pottery is cracked, there is a process which binds the broken pieces together again. It is called Kintsugi:
Kintsugi (金継ぎ?) (Japanese: golden joinery) or Kintsukuroi (金繕い?) (Japanese: golden repair) is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with lacquer resin dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum a method similar to the maki-e technique.[1][2][3] As a philosophy it speaks to breakage and repair becoming part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
You see

I was broken

I was smashed to smith-er-eens

 But I didn’t know

I didn’t know I was wounded

Bullet holes shredding my body

And then

Clarity occurred

Like the colours of a spectrum

Distinct and yet part of

Me, touching but

Not melting me

Knowing I was broken

Sitting in the mess

Of a smashed life

Could have ended in quitting

Could have just gone on

But it moved

The change agent and Saviour

Entered stage left

And carefully…

Remade me

I was better than new

I was transformed

Once broken

Once shy

Now bold and new

I have been in a furnace

Like none ever seen on earth

I have been melted

Smelted and refined

But there is still a bit of broken

And that’s okay with me

Mouthitis

Of all the times for my mouth to expel a flippant remark. Today was not the right day. The moment it leapt forth I longed to haul it back in. It was something that had truth in it, it was indeed one way of looking at things, but it was the wrong moment, and the aghast looks and pregnant pause confirmed my fears. I had been attacked by the virus mouth-itis.

It reminded me of the reasons I wrote the poem “motormouth” and how far I have come since then but today will remain as a “note to self” that I still have a long way to go.

Lord, help me curb my tongue, help me only to speak words you would be pleased with, infuse my body in your love, ooze it from my pores so that when I do flounder and stumble the love is felt before the word tumbles and confuses, hurts or offends. Lord, I know you love me to bits, I know you want me to show that love in all my dealings with people, help me to bite my tongue.

Amen

Proverbs 10:19

treat yourself ….

Go to church.

My life has got a whole pile of busy in the last few months, the hours I used to spend studying or writing are gone, my mileage has gone through the roof  and the horrid nasty person called Stress has entered my realm once more.

However it has made each quiet moment I get with the Lord even more precious. And quiet is a relative term. How do we make those moments in noisy traffic, supermarkets or the middle of our work? It’s amazing and possible.

And then we get to Sunday and think of all the things we could do: walk the dog, swim, hike, shop, make dinner, meet friends etc. But I love going to church, on the Sundays I have to miss it, I really do miss it. I love that coming together, joining with others and singing, praying, listening to God. I love the fellowship of other Christians and the question of searchers.

I get emails from spas, restaurants, hotels, a whole gamut of junk mail that tell me to treat myself, have a pamper day, enjoy blah blah blah. But when I want to pamper and treat me I spend my time in worship of the Living God. When I give myself in worship, I do it without conditions, I don’t expect anything back in return but I do. Because we have a loving God, we have a God who loves us so much he wants to have a deep personal relationship with each of us.

So I grasp the moments in the busyness of life, I fence off time to devote myself to Him – regardless of what else must be done, prioritising Him above all else. God loves me and works in me day by day helping me love. How can I not love Him?

We are told to love others and for someone coming from no self love, that’s easy, but loving ourselves that is a whole other drama.  But once a week I treat myself and I go to church. Try it, it might help you in the story of your life.

attribute anthem

Existing outside of time

Creating the universe

Ever present

Ever knowing

You are Great

You are the God of Truth

You are the God of Love

You are the God of Beauty

And we will praise You

Unchanging character

Infinite and powerful

Ever gracious

Ever merciful

God of Goodness

God of Justice

God of Freedom

Oh Yes, we will praise You