Sunday, August 31, 2008

The Door Bell Rings at little After Nine.........


It is Bryant, another son. Incase you haven't taken all into account I have many. He stops by to pick up the purple painting he left. He started this week at Christ for the Nations and joined an ART MINISTRY group. They are having a show soon. He is working on something at school and wanted to submit the purple one too. I asked him to keep me in the loop. I want to go to the show and am interested in their ministry. I am just trying to discover what people in the DFW area are doing art ministry wise. Although I am back at Willow Bend I feel the need to visit churches with this purpose, to find out what is going on.
Bryant stays and talks awhile. I sense he wants me to be transparent when he asks, "How are you?" So I tell him some of my struggles. He asks to pray for me. This is the second time this week God has sent someone to pray for me......... something must be up. We decide God is stretching us and we will praise him in the midst of it and learn what is is He wants us to learn. In the mean time Bryant asks that I be granted endurance and hope. He says in the end I will know why I went through this time.......... for a greater good. (Joesph, I am thinking)

A Sundry of Things

I’ve got my text book in hand, Making Your Own Days: The Pleasures of Reading and Writing Poetry by Kenneth Koch. I am loving this book. Makes me think maybe I should teach literature when I grow up. I just want to know more and more. When I took Reading and Writing Text it was to prepare you for grad school and beyond. Our teacher explained for the PhD we would need to read hundreds of books on our area of expertise and then write from that in a period of about a week. We could have all our books there but we needed to have them organized and our ideas link to the text we got them from. She showed us how to set up for that great task and encouraged us to go for the higher degree. I got an A in that class against all odds. That is always in the back of my mind. At one time I thought that what next was seminary. Having been disqualified from that I tease my counselor who urges me to pursue Biblical Counseling, maybe I could get into SMU. We laugh, the Methodist don’t use divorce as a litmus test. The way my divorce went down, I am disqualified from a Baptist education which is what I would want.
I have another year or more as an undergraduate, so I have decided to not worry about that for while.
I like to dream about what I will do when I grow up and graduate while I struggle to make ends meet.
I have a cup of Vietnamese coffee in hand. The salesman from work gives me coffee bags from a restaurant he visits on his rounds; Café Chez Moi is the brand. I really like it and am savoring its flavor now.
In the background the weather channel is on with news from New Orleans and concerns for FLA where my family is; Sarasota and Bradenton.
In between study I attack the wall in the bathroom. One day I really will finish it. I am known for persistence. Good thing.

hawk in the dead cedar tree the marl* road



can't sleep cricket's cry pierces the stars


frogpond Volume X Number 3 August 1987
the last of the haiku I think, well the old ones.

*marl roads made from asphalt and crushed sea shells

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Haiku to go

coquina stone fresh with sea
in grandfather's
weather beaten hand

morning-glory opens
but I can't reach
for grandmother's hand


The first is written about my father. There is nothing in the world I enjoy more than looking for shell and things with my dad on the beach. He has the most amazing shark tooth collection.

The second was written about my grandmother after she died. She loved flowers and had a green thunb, she could make anything grow. There were morning glories that grew up around a post in the front of her lakefront cottage. I remember seeing them bloom after she died and it just made my heart ache.

Haiku about memories that don't leave us are some of the best. Something happens, we see something, smell something and we are transported back to then.

Rewrite

letter
from the church
amongst divorce papers


calendar
turned
to Matisse


the resilient
heart
against all odds


I took out "ideas" and added images. Dropped some "the"s.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Keepsakes





the letter
from the church
among the divorce papers



you asked me
to wait
how long?



against all odds
an open
heart

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Over the last two weeks I have connected to old friends. One even sought me out, a former art ministry kid. You have no idea what that means to me.
But what it has done is make me feel more like myself, less afraid and more confident. I feel oriented like I have been disoriented and lost.
I went to my Life Group and felt the same way. Like a piece of the puzzle that is the church. I am the one with red flip flops, who takes notes and wanted to be quiet and hide, but could not.
I know these seem endless, but the stack of books is growing small and I will just have to write new ones. I don’t think I will try to publish yet, I don’t have the time at the moment.
These were the first haiku I ever had published. They were accepted 4 at a time only. It took me 6 months and many rejection letters to get 4. I learned to never give up when you want to do something from this experience. This was a little victory that taught me endurance. Good thing huh?



December sunset
beside the construction site
shanty daisies




wind
shaping
the hawk
and me



only rocking calms me
ocean wave
ocean wave



only the rain windowed day



You can see a lot of traditional poetry in them. I would have to learn how to rid myself of that and stick to images that resonate.
The editor wrote and asked what a shanty daisy was. I paniced because it was the last verse accepted and I had worked so hard. My mom called black eyed Susans shanty daisies. But I couldn't find a reference to it. Finally in the library somewhere I found it … slang from who knows when. A shanty is a black eye. I used it because it referenced shanty, an old shack in contrast to the contruction that was over grown or invading nature.
I like to look up words in the dictionary. I should do it more.
I have to write for class. We have to use pencils. Too bad, it is a brain thing.

My Call Revisited

Called And Asking Questions- I am answering a call to Women’s Evangelism.

It is Springtime. I was thinking about my relationship with the Lord and how I have a great sense of His presence. He showed me this week it was due to my great need for Him. It is out of those things I lack, unmet needs, hurts, estrangement and conflict. Those things that drive me to Him, drive me to my knees and account for the blessings I receive.
He has shown me my great need makes me have compassion on those whose needs are greater than mine, those who don't know Him. It reminds me it isn't by merit that He allows me to come so often into His presence, but by grace and mercy alone. It is out of a great need that the Lord supplies me with tenderness and companionship. From the emptiness of my life, He fills me up. Against weariness, doubt, and longing, He pours out His love, acceptance, and guidance. There is a hope because He is near and He is faithful. In Him I am complete.

When I asked Jesus to be My Lord and Savior I discovered my life motive was

“to encourage other people to have a closer walk with Christ, to live in the Spirit, or to live out the Word.”

Since then I have also discovered the things that motivate me, situations that I enjoy, excel in, or treasure.
I am driven to write and communicating God’s Word and what He is doing in my life. I am continually learning. I love to study and learn new things. I love to draw, paint, design, and create. I am happiest when I am teaching or training other. I consider my self a small group discipler. I treasure my friends and enjoy building relationships with others.
The opportunity to design the stained glass window and write about it has all of these elements in them so, it isn’t surprising that it was a peak experience for me. Writing about the window for me is an invitation to know Christ better and to understand His glory and what it means.
I have learned my giftedness isn't the same as my calling. It is what I am asked to bring to my call. My calling fulfills the motivation of my heart. It is the passion God has placed there. It is my purpose.

I have refined my Life Mission Statement to be:

“I want to be the best spokes person for Jesus Christ that I can be, to creatively expressing Him to others. And to encourage others to know Christ in a deeper way and to experience the presence of God in a powerful life changing way.”

I am a teacher who writes. an artist who teaches

Confirmation- Among the watercolors- Written to the WEM Team Dec 30, 2002 (corrected)

Dear Ladies,
I just spent 3 days at Women’s Evangelism Training at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth. The second day, I was walking through their beautiful new leadership education building while I was on break. I decided to rest my overflowing mind and look at all the watercolors that lined the halls. I also found the round stained glass windows that hang over the lobby areas on each side of the building. I had interviewed the artist who had created them when we were looking for an artist to do our window. It was exciting to see the windows up close. As I strolled I was asking God what He wanted me to do. I had come to the training determined to be open to whatever the Lord spoke to me about. And as you know, He had been speaking to my heart about humility and pride again. But this time, He whispered to me, “Be beautiful. Can you be beautiful for me?” That really does something to your heart when you hear that from the Lord. “Yes,” I said, “I want to be beautiful for you.” And I really believe He can do that in me. I was impressed that He ask nothing of me or gave me nothing “to do.” He just told me how He wanted me to be.

And as you would have it, the teachings I heard that day were detailed in how to be that beautiful, spirit-filled over flowing woman, a woman who leaves a fragrance wherever she goes. And these teachings were presented by the most lovely woman. Their passion for the Lord had them in tears every time they spoke. I came expecting polished speakers. They may have been. I didn’t notice, because all I could see was their transparency and openness to what God could do through them. Be comforted in knowing what kind of woman inhabits the leadership of our convention. I was blown away..

What God was showing me is how concerned I am about how I am perceived and if I am received by others or not. When what the Lord wants to do is use me to tell others about him. I was able to share that in confession in one of our breakout prayer times. I could see clearly how my self concern, which is a form of pride, keeps God from working through me.

I have been concerned about being received because of the difficult seasons in women’s ministry. I had seen things in leadership that grieved me. I was hard pressed to find anyone who was even willing to pray with me. I was untrained, unconnected, without support. But I was called, so somehow I walked through it. I called it the dark night of my soul. I was wounded. I don’t think the women I served with understood how badly wounded I was. And it has been pride that has kept me from admitting my hurt, dealing with it, confessing it, and then going on to forgiveness. My pride almost kept me from going forward. It was why I took three months off. But I am determined to keep on and my three months off was the best thing I ever did. I have really tried to get “over it.” I have tried to bless the ones who hurt me, serve the ones who didn’t actively support me. I have tired to forgive. I really don’t think being able to shake this is totally a forgiveness issue. It’s also a confidence thing. I have felt pretty inadequate and God has allowed other people to confirm that in me by things they have said. It is an arrow that Satan has effectively used to hold me back, keep me in fear, and make me plan just want to run and hide. It is hurtful to hear those things about yourself, but there was something in those things God was trying to teach me. And it is s this: the only hope I have is in what those lovely ladies taught this weekend about being a leader and living for Jesus. I will never be polished enough, or administrative enough. But I will try to learn some of that because I serve in Plano and it is something people value and respect. But I will be transparent, and I will weep with those who weep, and mourn with those who mourn. I will celebrate your victories and cheer you on. I will take risks and put myself in places where I can be wounded again. Because I am called, I cannot retreat, or retire. My only hope is to be a vessel for the Lord. Any success I have will be because I have yielded and allowed God to work through me. I know the only way I can speak is if He fills me. And I am called to speak, because He was given me things to say. I can try to argue like Moses that I am not eloquent to speak. To that He would say, I will be with you and I will give you the words.

Thursday late the leaders asked us to go off by ourselves and let God speak to us. We then got together and read the scripture passage He used to speak to us this week. My verse was from Isaiah 62

“For Zion's sake I will not keep silent , And for Jerusalem's sake I will not keep quiet, Until her righteousness goes forth like brightness, And her salvation like a torch that is burning. And the nations will see your righteousness, And all kings your glory; And you will be called by a new name, Which the mouth of the Lord will designate. You will also be a crown of beauty in the hand of the Lord, And a royal diadem in the hand of your God. It will no longer be said to you, "Forsaken," Nor to your land will it any longer be said, "Desolate"; But you will be called, "My delight is in her," And your land, "Married"; For the Lord delights in you, And to Him your land will be married. For as a young man marries a virgin, So your sons will marry you; And as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, So your God will rejoice over you.”

On my own, I will fall flat on my face. I realized I am stepping into something much bigger than myself and I need to leave that self concern and hurt behind. I am stepping into something beyond myself and I can only get there in faith. I can only do the tasks before me in His strength.