Anything is possible.

When I wake up every morning with this music in my head, I feel excited and awed at the same time. Excited about the music and writing my thoughts on it, but mostly awed by the fact that, while I sleep, God is singing these words over me. Today is no exception. At 3:00 in the morning for a nature call and again, when my clock went off, I was hearing Casting Crowns singing this bit from their song “Thrive!”

Joy unspeakable, faith unsinkable
Love unstoppable, anything is possible

I’ve written about this song before, (read previous post, THRIVE!, here) but this morning, I’m hearing a different piece of the lyric.

Joy unspeakable. What does unspeakable joy look like? How much joy must be in my heart for me to not be able to articulate how joyful I feel? When was the last time I felt that much joy?? How long since I was speechless with joy, overcome with emotion at how much joy I felt? I always imagine the joy of a little child when they’re so happy and excited they just scream and jump up and down.

Faith unsinkable. I’m a chef wanna-be, so my visual on this is olive oil in a pot of water. You CANNOT make it sink. It floats on the top of the water. Even after it’s been stirred to a frenzy, it separates itself out and rises to the top again, coming together and floating, unsinkable. That’s the kind of faith I want! Even when the devil stirs me to a frenzy, I want to have the kind of faith that pulls itself together and rises to the top, unsinkable in its resolve to follow Christ.

Love unstoppable. There have been people in my life that I thought loved me. They didn’t. They stopped. So was it really love they felt for me? Or something else? If we truly love, can we stop? Love unstoppable makes me think of my children. Nothing could make me stop loving my children. Period. And if I am a child of God, nothing can separate me from his perfect love. Romans 8:38-39.

Anything is possible. ANYTHING is possible. Anything IS possible. Anything is POSSIBLE. If I have this kind of joy, faith, and love in my life, then anything is possible. God already does. He expresses his joy as he sings over us, He has faith in us as His own, and His love is perfect… Poured into us.

Anything is possible with God.

Dance in the kitchen

God has such a wonderful sense of humor! It’s Sunday morning, and the song rolling around in my head is Michael Feinstein’s voice singing If This Isn’t Love from Finian’s Rainbow…

If this isn’t love, the whole world is crazy
If this isn’t love, I’m daft as a daisy
With moons all around and cows jumpin’ over
There’s somethin’ amiss, and I’ll eat my hat if this isn’t love

I love musicals! I’ve had the pleasure and privilege of working in musical theater, both on stage and off. The Sound of Music, Swingtime Canteen, Oklahoma!, Nuncrackers, The King and I… They’re a lot of fun, a lot of hard work, and worth all the sweat and tears. I’ve never seen Finian’s Rainbow, but I do have this song on a Michael Feinstein CD of Broadway hits. It makes me dance in the kitchen!

I have two completely different observations about this song.

1. We had dinner with some old friends here in Atlanta last evening. An older couple that have been together for decades. It was a treat to watch them at dinner and, later, at their home. Like clockwork, they anticipated what each other needed and provided it in the middle of chaotic conversation and laughter. Though my mind was a little numb after watching this for several hours, it never fazed them… If this isn’t love, what is?

2. From Romans 8, “we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” If THIS isn’t love, what is????

Now, THAT is something to make me want to dance in the kitchen!!!!

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Free to Fly

I have a small placard on my desk, a little free-standing box-like square that says “Until you spread your wings you will have no idea how far you can fly.” I don’t even remember where I found it, but it fits who and how I am right now.

20140515-061012.jpgSeveral months ago, it inspired these words, which were singing in my head this morning.

Free to fly
Free to fly in Your arms and on Your wings of grace and mercy
Free to fly in Your love

I’m Free to fly
Free to leave this world and all its pain behind, free to love.
Free to be in love with Jesus… I’m Free to fly.

It is as if I am standing on a mountain top overlooking a beautiful valley. I can’t fly out over it until I first step off and away from what I’ve been grounded in, and spread my God-given wings. I know I’m free. Christ came so that I could have life and have it more abundantly. Romans 8:1 tells me that there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.

But knowing I am free in Christ, free to fly in HIS love and mercy, and acting like it are two different things. Just like music, it takes practice! And faith. Faith that God won’t steer me wrong. Faith that the Holy Spirit will be right there with me, guiding me all the way. Trusting that His will won’t take me where His grace doesn’t follow.

And now that I read the words to this little song again, I see that I’m not really the one flying at all! Jesus does all the flying for me. I just need to hang onto Him. Hold on to His wings of grace, mercy, love, forgiveness… And let Him take me where only He can. Where He needs me to be.