circumscribed with love

little lessons from Ecclesiastes 3, on boundaries for different seasons of life; Psalm 104, on the wisdom and greatness of the LORD who is in control of all seasons; and Proverbs 8 on not just the blessings of wisdom, but also the blessings and wisdom in His boundaries πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘πŸ»
with a finger You traced out
unseen shorelines
for the sea so great, so wide;
for the people who splash along
the coasts;
boundaries, for those
You love the most.

with wisdom You outlined my
feeble frame –
for me, not so great,
for me, not so wise;
boundaries, from foreknowing what
only Time should say;
boundaries, from having my own
wilful way.

with turbulent tides and raging storms,
the waters move at Your command,
but the waves of faith know to recede,
when beyond the boundaries You have drawn;

and with the ebb and flow of life,
I move at Your command – I know Your
boundaries are circumscribed with love,
with reason and reason beyond.

so help me to obey, to trust and obey,
these boundaries You have in protection set;
beyond all reason and all reason beyond,
lines where love and wisdom have met.

aerial workings

Thursday, 15 June 2017
The Kingdom of Cambodia

of blue skies and seas of bowed heads 🏞Thunderclouds of things i want to think,
Things i insist to be Your will,
Into the wide blue yonder they settle – 
My mind an unsettled, dingy sky β›ˆ

Lift the fog of my wilfulness, 
Gently clear the smog of my pride;
Lift my will from me, O Lord, that
I might discern Your will for me 🌈

lights of the world

Saturday, 17 June 2017
The Kingdom of Cambodia

πŸ“·: Jereme 
BASIC Camp Day 2 – Candlelight Reflection under the Stars

Little lights we are, we hold in our hands,
Under greater lights we ponder, 
We stand and understand;
Great lights and little lights, lovest all Thee,
Our God who is light: we all shine for Thee 🌟

vision


of the things I cannot see, 
not one escapes Your eye;

of the things I think I see,
You see a farther sight;

so for the things I need to see, 
open wide my eye;

and for the things so difficult to see,
I hold them up in Your great light ✨

hidden in plain sight

there are days, when words like
difficult“, “long“, and “impossible” come to mind,
but I forget that they are not in God’s dictionary – 
they are only in mine.

these are days, when I feel that faith is beyond me, 
I would like for things to be visible and more visible;
but did not all things presently visible, come from things that were once invisible? 

so today, I would like to trust the possibility
the invisible holds,
of things hidden in plain sight,
of things unspoken, yet somehow known –
I would like to trust beyond the
impossibility of what is visible,
of all that I don’t, but always think I know. 

Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen… By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible.”
Hebrews 11:1-3

peter

tonight, God’s comfort for the nervous wreck of myself came in the form of this poem, which He had graciously allowed me to complete. based on John 6:67-69 and John 21:15-17 (and a stroke of inspiration midway during a hymn we sung this morning β—‘Μˆ)

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You asked me, O Lord, “Lovest thou Me?”
but ’tis Thou who loves, O Lord;
Thou lovest me ❀️
And if You ask, “Will ye also go away?”
Lord, to whom shall I go?
Thou hast the words of eternal life;
Leave Thee and I have nothing,
Follow Thee, and I gain everything 🌎
For I believe, I am sure that Thou art that Christ,
that Thou art the Son of the living God;
Thou knowest the way for me,
Thou hast the way for me,
Thou art the way for me 😊🌟

not a bridge β—‘̈

life becomes strangely, radically different when we see each treacherous circumstance as the very place where God wants to meet us atΒ β—‘Μˆ
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not a safe shore or a steady boat
but a plunge into the deep,
chilly waters: onto wrinkly skin, grip,
“Lord, even here, are You able to save?”

not a word of prayer nor a song of praise
seems to be able to turn the tides away,
chin-deep: start to lose all grit,
“But Lord i thought You came to save.”

“not a change in plans or a mistake,
I came to save, and have since saved.
chin-up: in this sea you shall see –
pass through the waters; I will be with thee.”

not a bridge over troubled waters,
but a promise of good company,
chin-deep in chilly waters, i must for us to meet;
You ask me to pass, to simply be with Thee.

“When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.”
IsaiahΒ 43:2

wonderment

what we think to be just water,
He can turn to wine,
what we think to be lost surely
He can find,
what we think to be broken
only He can mend,
what we think to be few multiplies
in His hand.

in His hand,
all hungry crowds find their fill,
with His hand,
He waters the withering daffodil,
by His hand,
all planets orbit around His will,
at His hand,
the urgent tide of time stands still.

stand still,
you notice this same God watches over you,
stand still, though you want to hide all flaws from His view;
stand still,
He sees you through and through,
stand still,
He chooses to love you still.

seen yet loved still,
all I’d thought I’d never be; now
all I see and all I love –
Jesus You are all to me.

creature

creature \: [archaic]Β anything living or existing.

the old meaning of the word creature has evolved to be a rather debasing one in our time, but in its primitive form, ‘creature’Β is a linguistical morph of the word ‘create’.Β the shift in meaning seems to be reflective of a shift in perspective:Β we increasingly forget (or choose not to acknowledge) the fact that we are creatures – created beings – and in doing so we renounce our relationship with the Creator. His existence and His act of creating have become tragically irrelevant to our lives.Β 

written on my campus which has lovely physical spaces to breathe and meet God amidst His own creation – as one of His creations myself 🌟 

creature on the earth
are you content with your gifts?
do you give thanks for two feet to roam,
or do you want more than your two hands can hold?
moon and stars and planets and sky,
all that you do not have
all that you want.

creature on the earth
do you stutter sheepish words of praise?
struggle to find your Maker’s hand in the
every day, try to grow your own little world –
fresh leaves and dead leaves, dew
new and old –
realise you still need His
sun,
and rain,
and clouds,
and time.

creature on the earth,
look in the mirror and who do you see?
traces of a celestial image, remember you are and show.
restless heart, wanting heart,
restless and wanting you need not be,
for “all things are Mine,
and they are thine”:
moon and stars and planets and sky.