proposal on a hill ✝️

have you ever said hi to a dragonfly? taken the time to hear his story & laughed together over brunch? or you could knock on cloud’s door—she has many stories stored up just waiting to outpour. what about that rock in your backyard? even that fellow knows a thing or two.

all creation sings the same song.

slow down & you can tune in, too.

Yahweh’s beauty. His majesty. intricate glory, gorgeous wisdom. He is in everything & everything is for Him.

do you know Him?

that sunrise can be an introduction. your first hello. He’s jealous for your attention & longs for your mind real estate. toss that tiny screen you shine in your face & opt for the sun instead! He’s singing. He’s saying your name. meet Him, too. He is patient. He is kind. full of goodness & tenderheartedness. He waits for you to come to Him.

all this life is is an opportunity to meet God.

if you say no long enough to the open, waiting arms of love, He will eventually reject you like you rejected Him. He doesn’t want to. He wants you to say yes to Him, to know His lavish love for you! that while you walked contrary to Him, while you turned your back to Him & did evil, He ran after you. chased you with His goodness. found you in your pit. but at some point you need to let Him love you! you need to respond. it’s not hard, or scary. God is the best ever. & knowing Him? there is nothing else!

like finding a treasure in a field, you’ll sell everything else just to buy that field & gain the Lover of your soul. lose it all to discover a new life in succulent juicy real raw right now Father in love with you!!

all life is is an opportunity to meet God

breaking up with conformity

I don’t want familiar.

I’m done with comfortable.

All the books i’ve told myself for decades—the tapes i’ve played in my mind, the memories i’ve clung to, the past i’ve lived in, the volumes of self and the information of memory…

I just want free. I want to be everything You give.

So empty me of me. Take the trinkets, the boxes of horror, even the pretty things that I think hold value. I’ve been a hoarder, my fingers and heart crevices stuffed with myself, me, and i. full of things You never gave me. Now You’re offering me the gift of a lifetime—of eternity—but i’m too stuffed with high school pimples and what happened when I was two, to be able to receive from You. I’ve got all my yearbooks, that first break up, a lot of fear closets and some hidden lie monsters in the cellar, i’ve got pretty shiny things like thinking i’m good apart from You, some dollars and some thoughts I love that You know don’t make value or bring cents in Your Kingdom.

I’m full of trash that I call treasure. If only I could see this so I could finally fall down, give it all to You, so You could fill me with real treasure.

I want the heaven gold. I want forever jewels. I want You. You are the treasure. Your Presence the gift! So take these hands, erase them. Take this heart, break the idol factory. Help me careen to the end of myself so I can fly (more like fall) into Your hug.

I want to have space to receive what You give.

Help me let go.

Help me empty.

Help empty me so You can flood so You can fill so You make me Your home, come sit on the throne of my heart. come Lord come Savior come Friend. Initiate a demolition, a full rehab. Destroy all my interior so You can have Your way inside me. Get all heart real estate and take up all mind space. Get every cell and occupy each iota of all atoms. I love You, I need You. Come Jesus have all of me! I’m Yours Lord! Set me free!