Pray for Me

I don’t need programs or silly songs unless they are about eternity. What I really need is for someone to take my hand and say that they understand; that they emphasize with one who is so frail, that time has robbed of youth and memories that used to comfort. Tell me that I am not alone. Ask me if I would like you to pray for me. Make sure that I know that I am loved and this dwindling life of mine still holds value to the One who created it, even though I may not understand what it was all about. And in your prayers let me hear the Name I must know, that Jesus is the One I need to escort me home. Help me to believe. Help me to see, though my vision of this life is fading. Help me to hear the sound of God’s Voice calling my name, even though my ears are closing to the earthly sounds around me. The only things that are as sharp and keen as they ever were are my feelings – and sometimes they torment me.I am a prisoner trapped in a crumbling shroud of flesh and hollow bones. Pray for me, please, and give me the words that can set me free.

There is an Angel

There is an angel playing a violin outside my window. I can’t tell anyone that he is there because they would think that I am crazy, or worse – they wouldn’t believe me.
    “An old woman’s delusions,” they would say.
    It’s so very hard for adults to believe in miracles, and this is why I decided to remain a child for all of my life.
    What a lovely song this angel is playing, and I am the only one who can hear it; a serenade just for me, a concert of Divine originality. If this angel continues to play much longer I will have to get up and dance to the tune; an aging shadow floating against the wall, moving to an angel’s music. And they all think I’m senile – that’s because they have never learned to think at all – or pray.
    How sad that it takes so long for some of us to hear an angel’s song. How sad that so many are ashamed in their lifetimes to dance to the music that God provides. But this old shadow pirouettes down the halls, past the lives sulking in the corridors afraid to move.
    There is an angel outside my window playing a violin; a lovely gift, and a gentle, loving reminder that God knows exactly where I am. He hasn’t forgotten me. And He wants to remind me that I am listening to only part of the melody; one violin sent down from the orchestra, a solo preview of the concert to come.

I Am Aging

I am aging, one tiny step at a time.
I once was a child;
soon I will be racing to become a child again;
I will drool, wear diapers and someone will push me around in a carriage.
My perceptions of the things around me will change,
and I hope it gets better, more simplified.
For isn’t what this change is about? to strip away all that this life has adorned me with
that isn’t really necessary.
I am being called in my limitations
to focus on what is really important;
the future that is waiting for me.
I am running to my eternal home and a loving Parent God, who longs to gather this little child in His arms.

Cocoon

A cocoon has walls,
but only the one locked inside knows what they look like. Only the one surrounded by the gray, crackling surface knows what it is like to struggle to be released.
There is a time to be locked away with God,
while He works his miracle of transformation.
It’s worth the wait and the time enclosed to acquire the wings of a brand new beginning.
So this life is the cocoon, and only the one living it knows what it is really like for them.
And the eyes of God who lives there too,
searches the heart and the mind of
the life contained in such a tiny space.
It’s a comfort to know that He shares in the struggles,
He weeps at the tomb before the cocoon is torn open,
then He laughs as we fly away together.

Miriam the Dancer

When she was young, she could leap so high, she thought she could touch the sun. And no earthly fears could keep her feet bound to the ground.
   Sometimes she would lead the worship with her timbrel in her hand. The other women surrounded her like a garden of choice blooms swaying in the breath of His wind.
    Sometimes she would dance to Him alone when no one was watching but Him. In elegant, graceful movement, she could become for His pleasure; an ocean of gently rolling motion, or a bird soaring, or wind rushing, or a child kneeling....when she was young.
    Now she sits. Her body is sore and worn from all the desert years. Now she sits and remembers a praise so free. She is the dancer only in her memory. But true worship isn’t limited by an aging frame.
    Miriam, the dancer, closes her eyes. Some would see a very old woman resting, but if they could only see the celebration inside! Her voice has become a choir as her heart whirls in devotion. Feeling the caress of His favor, this old woman, imbued with passion, worships with spinning fervor. Her spirit worships, her soul is soaring, as she sits, she is dancing; and she leaps so high, now she can touch the sun!

A Message for My Seniors

So, you think you are done. You are very old, you say. There is nothing left. You have been dwelling on this and it has made you depressed. You have been very focused on yourself and because of this you haven’t been able to hear My Still Small Voice, even though I have been trying to get your attention for quite a while. Listen to Me now. I have planned this season for a purpose and it is a very special time. During this change in your life I have been removing distractions. You may feel as though there is nothing left, but My child, you must understand that as the things of this life are falling away from you, you are being directed to renew your focus upon Me, and Me alone. I am your future and this is all that really matters. I have given you time during this season to be still. You may not hear as well with your ears, but you can tune yourself to hear Me above all things, clearly and loudly. You will call and I will answer.You may not see as well as you used to, but My child,you can focus your inner vision to see into the heavenly realm.The adventure is just beginning. Do not I mean more to you than the things you can touch, feel or see? You may not feel that you are useful anymore, but I want you to know that I need you. Your prayers are powerful. You have within you by faith, the cry that can stop wars, heal bodies, and most importantly – save souls. You are part of a vast army of My people that have been moved into this season of stillness for My purposes.Your communion with Me is precious. This is a time of great preparation and through your prayers you can accomplish much. This is the ministry I am calling you to in this hour.
Value what I have given to you. My child, you will never be done.

You who have been borne by Me from birth, and have been carried from the womb; even to your old age, I shall be the same, and even to your graying years I shall bear you! I have made you, and I shall carry you; and I shall deliver you - Isaiah 46:3,4.