A prayer for me, a prayer for you Gomar

Allow the grace to touch even the tenderest part of you...and allow yourself to be counted as a child of the Father...loved entirely...so that you can surrender everything that you are to that love...those secret hidden places are already known. It is only we who fear them. if we live in fear of them, we will never know the fullness of the life we were given. that is the journey we are on...few choose it...a journey toward wholeness/holiness...a terrifying journey...often solitary...but the only one is stepping into the promises...everything else is wandering in the desert.

step into the promises that are given to the child of the kingdom.

you are a child of the kingdom. those promises are there for you.

you are held.

we are known fully.

more fully than we know ouselves...when we are loved we are loved to the hinterlands of our souls...to the furthest reaches of our anger...our fear...our hurting...there is grace for every hidden thing. only we can stand in the way of that grace, which decimates all defences.

here there is milk and honey

here there is milk and honey

"and I will catch you on the pinions of My wings...jump...I will catch you on the pinions of My wings...jump My child...I will catch you on the pinions of My heart...I will catch you."


much love from Ricky

It feels less like a lake, more like a moat

Ben gave me the wonderful gift of these lyrics last night at work...

The Atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how...
The clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.
Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer...

Death Cab For Cutie: Transatlanticism


I want you so much closer Gomars...

and as I sought Him last night, wrestling this hopelessness that was tugging at my heart, He spoke:
"Everything lost can be found"

Yes Lord, walking in the way of Your Truth, we wait EAGERLY for you, for Your Name and Your Renown are the desire of our soul

i say these things as if they are true...knowing my words can slip through the fingers like water

I pray tonight...

let the revolution move from a coded message and hidden scribbles...move to whispers in darkened alleys in secret rendezvous...move toward an unstoppable surrender...a freedom momentum that cannot be contained...a messy revolution...a silent yet profound exchange of power... who will replace the dictator...the controller...the rational tyranny? Lord Jesus come and take Your throne...

Ghosts

Mice

Vagabonds

Brave?

Weak

it is the same thoughts running through my head...

…hooked on reliving the past, finding safety in their repetition…a paradoxical safety…safety in the most dangerous and violent of worlds…reliving and re-enacting the shortest of tragedies. Tragic stories; painful histories scraped into the walls of their hearts. The prisoner within engraves a story on the walls, desperately hoping the words bleed through into the world of the appearances and apparitions. Bleeding like prayers.

…will the truth set me free…will the truth set you free Gomar…will the truth set us free

we are STILL waiting for the miracle. The miracle of The One whose very touch resonates at the core, an intimacy that melts our Gomar's defences, reminding them that they are loveable for no other reason, than because they are.

watching

longing

waiting

But then I remember the moon comes out with the Sun

My Gomar,
I feel too tired to face it,
And you are too weak to care
It just doesn't seem fair...

Every week it feels over, over, over...
But then I remember that the moon comes out with the Sun...

He can only shine like diamonds for you, if I AM the Only One

I have promised, I am not going anywhere
but you are too weak to care...

Someone cannot leave it
Some one's heart cannot mend
The night is over,
Will you ever choose to start again?

The moon comes out with the Sun
And He can only shine like diamonds for you if I AM the Only One

I have promised, I am not going anywhere
Will you always be too weak to care?

Please Jesus...

I don't mind your tears...

Thursday night past,
a night of tears.
Tears that only ever seem to erode more of a life away.
A night of rust, silence and sky.

And yet as I held a Gomar in my arms, her song of freedom and sovereignty began to sing...she maybe didn't claim it for herself, but her ears began to hear...

You can have my heart

But it isn't new

It's been used and broken

And only comes in blue

It's been down a long road

And it got dirty on the way

If I give it to you will you make it clean

And wash the pain away



You can have my heart

If you don't mind broken things

You can have my heart if you don't mind these tears

Well I heard that you make old things new

So I give these pieces all to you

If you want it you can have my heart



So beyond repair

Nothing I could do I tried to fix it myself

But it was only worse when I got through

Then you walked right into my darkness

And you speak words so sweet

And you hold me like a child

Till my frozen tears fall at your feet



You can have my heart

If you don't mind broken things

You can have my heart if you don't mind these tears

Well I heard that you make old things new

So I give these pieces all to you

If you want it you can have my heart

(Juliet Turner)



I asked a lady Gomar for her heart on Thursday night...this was her reply...

"You can't have my heart Sarah, it was taken a long time ago. And now

it is broken, used, and dirty, so dirty."



My reply, the only words I could muster, "Such a jewel is worth a life time of searching."

How is love supposed to read?

What is Courage?
How is love supposed to read?

Watching women sell their bodies for cash, is this what it means to be alone?

Tear out my Heart
Feed it to Lions
For this one wish I beg you this tonight

Thinking of a Gomar tonight...She was young, just 17. Didn't have to go, but it was the girl she knew she could be, just like every other daughter in this family.

Freedom is nothing to look over, until each Gomar can stand upon its shoulder.

May Silent Angels light the road up ahead...Lord Jesus come and guard the way on these streets of borrowed time.

Walking down into our space behind the City Hall, I am almost home.
Here is our corner up ahead...I'm alive and I am dead...As I lift my eyes, they burn. Sometimes i feel like I can't watch anymore...
Tear out my Heart, someone please, feed it to the Lions...

Freedom is nothing to look over, until each Gomar can stand upon its shoulder.