baby spiders - electrons

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the youth wrote on the posters.

Shhh. God is whispering to all. He tells me I am his.
Three minutes.

Reeleef comes. Jesus' death for our guilt. Something he does because he chose to do it. Something he did all by himself. Something only he could do. Infinite became weak and died. He lives again. He brings relief to what haunts me, what guilts me, what tears me apart inside, what torments me. He stops it. He gives me the joy he knows, the compassion he feels, the thoughts he thinks, the help I need.
Two minutes.

And this too.

joy spills

        a lesson is being built for my youth wednesday night. in the days leading up to it, my mind feels like it has been hidden in his cloak. keeping my thoughts still, staying within the boundaries. (double click to see details enlarged)

my prayer is this:

 

 

     as a grownup i struggled with bitterness issues, personal choices to hang on to karl grudges. And then god came in and brought release to personal pain...in tears and healing, and with it, his peace and new joy. this tune came to me in 1991 with new impressions laid out top of my being. he restores my insecurities, my pain, my bitterness. he forgives when i ask for his help. and his tears and joy are worth all the counselling and prayers. (beloved video below)

 

    

so, my doodles embellish the hand-lettered song sheets that the youth and I sing from.
 

 

 new calluses are forming on fingers that haven't held metal guitar strings for a while
 



 

a tune that comes to me when I am loading the suburban with lunch containers from the high school or when I am driving home after work (video next)

 

when I first scoped out the youth room one sunday morning

two songs came to mind: "beauty for ashes" & "joy is a flag."

these premonitions and impressions have me all excited.

i am seeing living water flow from students as they open themselves
and share the impressions that come.

The portions I journal for myself remind me
that
this is really
happening.

a grownup can be broken open
and amazed each time 
this precious entity presses in.

 

 

Two minute medley. Beauty for ashes (Bob Manzano, 1979)

Joy is a flag flown high from the castle of my heart (Author unknown)

 

this zone blesses my day