…favorite word?…


Ever fill just a little out of sorts?  Sort of like you’re operating at 34mph in a 35mph world?  Just not quite in sync?

Me too.

Work, health, general business…all combining with a slightly off mental attitude to put me in a “not catching up” state of mind.  Ah, let’s call it what it is…a bit of a ‘funk’…some lousy attitude with a dose of “not sure I care.”

The thing about God…He doesn’t let you stay there.  At least you have to put in some effort to ignore Him.

A line from a book, a phrase from a sermon…are just some things He can use to keep nudging.  Some of us need a bit more than a nudge.  I for one sometimes require a 2×4 across the forehead…or something of similar attention gathering potential.  For me this time, it wasn’t as forceful as it needed to be in the past (maybe, just maybe, I’m finally maturing?)

A slow Bluetooth connection trying to connect my phone to my car radio as I’m heading into work…the CD plays, and a couple of phrases hit me…

Oh, I am tired
Oh, my heart is weak
but, I know there is a river
A safe place… where I can breath

You’re the joy in the middle of my pain
You’re the peace I cannot explain
You’re the love I’ll never escape
You are, You are God

I stop trying to connect the phone.  Conviction hits…and as many of you know…conviction packs a decent punch.  I talk a good game about not being self-centered…but I struggle with it; it takes so little to pull my focus away…to fuss and fret at the world, to get distracted, to do things myself.

Other things pop into my head…Darryl, in a sermon a few weeks ago, mentioned…”one of Kenn’s favorite words…Abide”.  It is a favorite word…and more so…it’s that river Loud Harp was singing about…the safe place.  It’s not just a favorite word…it’s an ideal place to be.  Yet I let go of the vine…a branch trying to be more than a branch was designed to be.

Then a phrase from A.J. Swoboda’s book – Subversive Sabbath – comes to mind:”
“The great irony of Sabbath-keeping is how hard it is for us to say no to people but how with such ease we say no to being at rest with God.

Not only saying no in regards to being at rest…but saying no to Him for other things as well.  Maybe not a heartfelt “no,” more of an “I got this”…which when you stop and think about it…is still a “no.”  How often are we disguising our no’s to God under some other guise?

And the song plays on…
Oh, I hear your whisper
Oh, I hear you sing
Oh, Your voice surrounds me
Be still… and know…

You’re the joy in the middle of my pain
You’re the peace I cannot explain
You’re the love I’ll never escape
You are, You are God…

Be still…strive to enter into His rest.  How many times have I written or spoken that…and then turn around and don’t apply it to my life?  The term hypocrite comes to mind.  But God doesn’t let me dwell there…He comforts me, He reminds me of how I’m loved.  That He is God…He is my peace.

The traffic jam hits…I sit staring out the window, the CD has moved onto other songs…in fact it’s going into its second, maybe third time around (45-minute delay due to an accident).

I notice so many things that God uses to speak to me during that time…phrases from the lyrics of other songs mingle with my “still time.”  Joy creeps and seeps through the pain…I admit to needing to wipe my eyes.  Sitting there on I-70, barely moving…sometimes not moving at all…late to work…the best traffic jam I’ve ever experienced.

God is good…no matter what…He draws us back, we need to be listening.  When we listen…when we turn back to Him we, once again, find the power, peace, and presence of our loving Heavenly Father…as we abide.  He’s always there…nothing can shake Him, He will never leave us or forsake us.

Though the mountains fall into the sea
We will not be moved
You steady our feet

You’re the joy in the middle of my pain
You’re the peace I cannot explain
You’re the love I’ll never escape
You are, You are good…

Thank you, Lord.

Abide in me, and I in you.
As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me.
I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.
If anyone does not abide in me he is thrown away like a branch and withers; and the branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned.
If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.
By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples.
As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you.
Abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love.
These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.(John 15:4-11 ESV)

Steady by Loud Harp:
Loud Harp – Steady (Lyric Video)



3 thoughts on “…favorite word?…

  1. “I for one sometimes require a 2×4 across the forehead…or something of similar attention gathering potential”

    Oh my goodness, you cracked me up with these words. Probably not the words you wanted to stand out, but I get it. 🙂 And God is amazingly gracious, and kind to rewind. 😛 Take care Kenn.

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  2. Oh Kenn…thank you. I’m in a puddle of tears…I’m heartbroken for your condition while at the same time relating with you on a huge level of exhaustion, feelings of failure and lack of eternal movement, that “out of sync” fog. And then I find myself with tears of rejoicing in the “lesson learned” moment, that pull-back into the safety and security of the Arms of God. Oh the goodness of God.

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