Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I am word in God's mouth...

Bookstores feel like home to me. I used to stand in my family’s bookstore and wish I knew what all the books said without actually reading them. A few weeks ago I strolled the aisles of a big name bookstore, lightly tracing the spines of the books with the tips of my fingers, head tilted to the right, studying the fonts and letters of their names and authors, when it occurred to me:

Not only does God know everything these books say, but He knows what tree page 23 came from, He knows the man who planted that tree, and what was happening in that man’s life and heart when the tree was planted. God knows every person who stepped on that piece of ground before and since. And He holds all the information in His mind effortlessly.

This is the God who loves us. And for a broken person like me, that truth is infinitely comforting: to be known, fully, and yet still loved. How beautiful His love for us.

“In your book were written all the days that were formed for me, when none of them as yet existed.” - Psalm 139:16

Sunday, February 21, 2010

i have so many questions

- what does it mean to deny myself?

- what does it look like to submit my will to Yours?

- what do i do with emotions that dishonor You?

- how do I know which ones those are?

- is there a floor beneath that rug? no? what about the ground?

- how much does the universe weigh? all of that came from Your mouth?

- did my soul live with You before You built time?

- how much longer?

- how much longer?

- how much longer?

Monday, February 15, 2010


Today's post in New York Daily Photo featured a picture of Doma, my favorite coffee shop in NYC. For those of you who read my 2nd book, Crowded Skies: Letters to Manhattan, you may recognize Doma as the place where I wrote most of the book.

In the picture on New York Daily Photo, the seat where I sat to write most of the book is where the gentleman in the gray pullover is sitting, on the far right edge of the photo.

Just wanted you all to see one of my favorite spots in all of Manhattan!

Monday, February 08, 2010

...just in case you've forgotten.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

on romanticizing pain

I'm writing for a new album, and I've been reaching for some of those songs that capture the ache we've all felt. I love the way one line from a song or one scene from a movie can shatter a perfect day, precisely because it hits the spot.

This prompted a great conversation last night that I'm still spinning around in my head: Pain is unavoidable and natural, so how do you know when you've crossed the line from a healthy processing of pain into a detrimental indulging of it?

Everything in me begs, "I waaaant to feel that pain." But do those aching moments in art spin us into a place where we gorge ourselves on navel-gazing and pain-reveling, like a teenager bent on cutting herself? Do we romanticize the notion so much that we actually become more self-centered people who are now even further from healing than when we started?

If believers have eternal hope and fullness of joy available to us even in the midst of our pain, what's our responsibility to our hearts, minds, and spirits in light of such great redemption?

Is indulging our pain just a healthy part of the process? Or does it delay the process?

How do you feel about this?

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

the brain is more literal than previously thought

this study from yesterday's NYT shows how abstract thoughts prompt literal physical responses. (thanks to James for the link.)

i have a friend who refuses to say things like, "this job is killing me," because of the potential impact on the body's response.

while i initially disagreed, scripture and this scientific claim from the Times seem to substantiate that somewhat. the book of proverbs says words can give life and take it (18:21). genesis tells us that God spoke the universe into existence (1:3). the only weapon in the armor of God is the Word (Eph. 6:10-20).

i have a theory that words might be the most powerful thing in the universe. while tone and body language convey intent, words alone are a force to be reckoned with. if words are power, and power corrupts... then what?

Monday, February 01, 2010

carried away...

who even knows where heaven is? it might be in a dimension we don’t have access to at this point in time. who even knows if time has points? either way, here’s the thing:

whenever jesus comes back, whenever he rides in on the white horse and snatches us away to take us to heaven, i would like to discover that heaven is somewhere on the other side of the orion nebula, so that we can ride through it on horseback. this would be particularly awesome when we approach Barnard 33, the “horsehead” nebula area.

it won’t really matter in light of the eternal kingdom, i know. but as rational as i tend to be, my imagination refuses to throw in the towel.