For me, right now, God’s heartbeat sounds an awful lot like the muted clickclickclickclickclick of the keyboard.
From God’s heart and mind to my own, a movie screenplay is in the process of being birthed.
A couple of disparate ideas converged somewhere and conceived a question: What If? What followed was a year working on another project, a year and a half of research and preparation, and eight months writing the very very rough first draft.
This week, on Tuesday March 5 to be exact, I figuratively typed “The End” on my first feature-length movie screenplay (I say figuratively because I just now realized that I did, in fact, forget to type “The End”).
What makes this about God’s heartbeat is that this whole process has felt completely… well… anointed, I guess. I have had the very real sense of His presence, His pleasure, His revealing, His peace. Each day--okay, most days--have felt like an answer to prayer. This is one of the things I am meant to do.
He gave me the idea. He led me through the research, character development, storyline, refitting a two-thousand year old story into today. In all honesty it’s been more like taking dictation than writing (to paraphrase CS Lewis).
I have felt close to God’s heart in difficult times, especially ones I did not see coming. In times of extended hardships He has cradled and carried me. This feeling of anointing—of doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing, exactly when I’m supposed to be doing it, with and for and because of God--is all new.
Re-writing will begin soon, then a few select folks will provide valuable feedback, then more rewriting until finally this large part of my soul will head out to… to… to…
I don’t know, but I bet it will involve clickclickclickclickclick.
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Thursday, March 06, 2014 | Read more...
“ ‘And when he finds it (her,) he joyfully puts (her) on his shoulders and goes home.’ ” (Luke15:5)
“Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.” I’ve loved the tune of this battle hymn since I was a young girl in grade school. Every year now, I get to revisit it as a 4th grade teacher. I pass out the not-so-familiar-song, attempt to carry a tune long enough for them to catch on, sing through it once or twice with them, then off we go. We march to the beat of the rhythm all around our school grounds in worshipful prayer. This year we waved flags and ended in the hallways where the 5th graders (some of my former 4th) came out and joined in.
Then, last week, our principal arranged to have the entire school—kindergarten through 8th grade—surround the inside walls of the sanctuary. There was a conference going on, and we were to march around one time, stop and pray through the walls. We were to be quiet, as if it were a fire drill. Well, my beautiful songbirds couldn’t hold it in. They began to sing—not the battle hymn, but "Holy Spirit, You are Welcome Here." It was as if God had given them their own “heartbeat.” They sang and marched on quietly in one accord, led by the Spirit beating within their individual hearts.
As I finish this up, I reflect back on the above verse from Luke and the story of the lost sheep. You may have noticed Wednesday’s post missing. Yet, we “marched on.” Our sister-writer will be back. For now, we are surrounding her with prayer in order for the unison of God’s heartbeat to bring complete peace and healing. Jesus is holding her up on His shoulders and marching on.
Thursday, March 06, 2014 | Read more...
I was grateful for the heat of his body next to mine. I reached my arm over him and held him as closely as I could despite the challenge of my pregnant belly between us. He was home from the hospital, and he was going to be OKAY.
I was grateful for the heat of his body next to mine. He was alive. And he was sleeping peacefully.
But his heart was still not behaving. I could rest my head on his chest and hear the arrhythmia. Surgery would ultimately be necessary.
I had read recently that often when a couple is laying closely together like we were, somewhere in the stillness, their heartbeats may begin to fall in sync. I lay there, holding tightly to him, WILLING his heart to beat in time with mine.
Yet, I had no such power. And so, helpless but hopeful, I just held him.
I was thinking of that night as I was reflecting on this week’s theme. All along, I had been imagining that WE were the ones holding on to God, hoping that our heartbeats would fall in line with His.
But the truth is, it is we who are held.
It is we who are sleeping, unaware that our hearts are not behaving.
It is He who holds us as closely as He can, WILLING our hearts to beat in time with His.
Yet, in all His sovereignty, God relinquished such power. He cannot make us love Him.
And so He holds us, grateful for our very lives, doing what he can to encourage a closeness that may someday entice our hearts to beat in time with His.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014 | Read more...
She's probably in her mid-twenties, I thought, watching this inspiring blondie share about her life working in the Congo.
At 17, she had ventured off to the most dangerous country in the world for women and children, to pour out God's ridiculous love on child soldiers, hurting women, and drug lords. Eventually she went back as a full time missionary and now shares the stories of God's pervasive love drawing the most violent drug lords to Christ.
I sat at church listening to this guest speaker, overcome by the greatness of God and the intensity of His heart -beating for all to know Him.
It made me think of how God calls us close to Him - to know Him and experience His love, but also that we would have our ears tuned to his heart.
Our ears may all be tuned differently - this is what gives us our passions.
Some hear his heart for adoption, for trafficking, for family, for healing, for resting, for government, for Hollywood, for the poor. Perhaps we tune into many of those, or perhaps we tune into many of them in different seasons.
The volume of the heartbeats help guide our priorities.
I am in a season right now of burying my head close to God's heart, yearning to hear what His heart is beating for - what he wants me to be in tune with.
I have no definitive answers but the continual invitation to draw closer, and the sneaking suspicion I'm about to heart a new heartbeat.
How about you - what does marching to His heartbeat look like for you?
"For it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure." Philippians 2:13
"Make me to know your ways, O Lord; teach me your paths. Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation; for you I wait all the day long. Psalm 25:4-5
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Monday, March 03, 2014 | Read more...
Needing to hear from God this week, I thought of John 13:23—25. The apostles were dealing with a hard situation and wanted an answer. John, referred to as the Beloved, “Leaned back against Jesus, and asked him.”
So I asked God today when I had to put little Tootsie, my son’s dog, down, why a deep, uncontrollable cry crept out of me. I wasn't that attached to her. She lived with my grandson, and her health was failing. I’ve never reacted that way when faced with the same decision concerning my own pets. Why her, Lord, I (as one of God’s beloved) asked.
He told me it was because she was the connecting thing left here between my oldest son, my grandson, and me. My son now lives 10 hours away. Although his son lives in town, and I still see him often, it was the three of them who came weekly for dinner or a visit: Shawn, Therynn, and Tootsie. Thus, today, I needed to recline against God in order to hear his heartbeat.
This week we will be sharing those times we’ve leaned against the chest of our Papa in order to hear the commanding, changing, or comforting sound of God’s heartbeat.
Saturday, March 01, 2014 | Read more...