The meaning behind

I was really touched from this post about the rad musician Tim Coons naming his daughters. I now want to ask the question "why did your parents name you..." Or "why did you name your child..." To my close friends. I think I've heard that my best friend has the middle name "Jo" to recall her dad's southern roots, but I'm not even sure why they hose her first name. That seems like a travesty! There are probably wonderful stories just waiting to be heard...

So read this: http://giantsandpilgrims.com/naming-our-children/ 

Winter in Duluth Skirt (circa 2012)

Their hair is caught in the branches, the wind blew strands upwards and eastwards, strands flailing. Their cheeks redden from the chill, but still there is green.

Green buds on the branches, green gleaming grass.

The worn purple corduroy skirt suits this transition. It carried her though a winter in Duluth, when she couldn’t bear the gray skies and the wind chill. She put on the skirt, right over her long johns, and hiked along Park Street to get to the Humphrey building, to the tunnels. By then she would be warm, and the building’s heat would bring the reverse shock of fogged up glasses and the scramble to remove the layers; scarf and mittens and coat. Through the tunnels, underneath the observatory and the Tweed Museum, she would arrive at the education building, where she had a locker and familiar faces to greet her.

Now it was spring, no need to take the tunnels. The wind still blew, still loosened her curls so that might look like a halo, a wreath, ringing around her dark brow. Cradling her cheeks with yet hint of rose left in them. The wind chill lessoned, but it still blows.

The wind blows where it wishes.

We cannot beckon it, we cannot stop it. During winter in Duluth, we fight it. During the summer, we covet it. The lake wind made this place her home. 

Prayer for a Lost One (circa 2013)

What are you doing, Father?
Just calling this restless one
To your Only Son

Turning this rule tester
Into a righteous law keeper
Lavishing love on one who walks as an enemy!

Father, saturate this lost one
in your light, take away everything until she sees your might!

Your mighty love,
your surpassing peace,
your unceasingly compassion, your loving that won't cease.

She tries to disobey,
in order to drive your love away,
but oh no,
You won't go.

She tries to be satisfied,
by feeding all her sinful desires,
but oh no,
they won't abate.

Drive her to the end of self,
then open her eyes to your wealth!

Amen, in Jesus Name, save ________!!! Bring HOPE AND FAITH where there is discouraging news, there is only good news in heaven! How are you going to use this, Father?? Let us be expectant to see Jesus work. Give mentors joy and wisdom.  Amen.

Context: A friend shared a heart-wrenching story about her "mentee"- she meets with a young lady each week, and sometimes it is frustrating and hard. This poem and prayer was a response to her story. 

I will love them freely

I read Spurgeon "morning" from Morning and Evening this morning, and it pointed me to Hosea 14. A whole chapter of hope after unrelenting anger and grief.

And I cried out in my journal, writing: "Lord, I have so much angst about this crush. Oh Lord. What is your heart? What do you want to say or do?" And He pointed me right to verse 8.  It is I who answer and look after you. I am like an evergreen cypress; from me comes your fruit.

Yes, my God is like a tree whose branches never whither, who is strong and rooted, a shelter, unchanging. Who answers and supplies and cares for. Exactly what I need.  He said more. Wow! My God speaks comforting words to my soul. 

Him: "No. No. Not that crush right now. Rest your eyes on me, stop straining. Christine, I will promote my purposes in you, do not fear."

Me: "Should I try online dating again? Should I do something to help solve this single situation?"

Him: "You don't have the capacity to that now. If you are looking for something to fill the idle unsatisfied part of you, that's not it. Your email isn't it. PRAISE IS. Sing me songs. Write me letters. Praise my name deeply from your heart. In that is rest. I am not silent. I am always speaking. Like the dew comes EVERDAY (I will be like the dew to Israel, verse 5) so I have Rama/mana everyday for you. Why do you rush our time together? What is more important? I will bring an end to you, so that you experience the FULL of ME that you desire. I am satisfied in you, Christine. I am always full of love for you. I chose you. I adopted you. I covenanted my love with you. I promised you to be there, and I will always be there. I will never abandon you. Forsaking is not in my nature. While others have abandoned you, I will not. I will heal you and make your name great and glorify myself. I will manifest my power through you and not depart from our covenant, only stay true to me. Pour out your heart each day, or you will wilt. You will dry up like the pasture and be barren. I am your fruit. Treasure Hosea 14. 

Call on my name! 

Call on my Name!! 

Call on My Name!!! 

Call on me, Christine. Call on me. I am HE." 

Me: "I fear you will not be enough. 

I fear I am undesirable and will never bear fruit. 

I fear I will be alone and forgotten." 

Him:  "Think of my heart, unable to forget, like a nursing mother. Think of my love that burns with passionate desire for my bride. Think of who I am making you. I WILL NOT FORSAKE THE WORK OF MY HANDS. It is my delight! It is my prize! It is my pride and joy! I will not. Is my arm shortened, that it cannot save? Is my soul pinched, that it cannot love? 

I AM.

I AM.

I AM.

I am full of love always, overflowing, with singing, dancing delight for my people who choose me and call on me. You are barren without me. Apart from me you can do nothing. 

I love you.

I love you.

I love you."

I blogged this journal entry to remind myself- this is a real person, this God is a real person who speaks through His Spirit living in me. This is what I believe and want to believe more. Help my unbelief, Lord! Help me hear your voice and share and love out of the overflow, these realities.