PSALM 27: 13-14
I would have despaired
unless I had believed
that I would see the goodness of the LORD
In the land of the living.
Wait for the LORD ;
Be strong and let your heart take courage ;
Yes, wait for the LORD.



Shadows-David Crowder Band

Life is full of light and shadow
O the joy and O the sorrow
O the sorrow

And yet will He bring
Dark to light
And yet will He bring
Day from night

When shadows fall on us
We will not fear
We will remember

When darkness falls on us
We will not fear
We will remember

When all seems lost
When we're thrown and we're tossed
We remember the cost
We rest in Him
Shadow of the cross


...I wrote a lament, maybe you heard it this night-

dear lord
you know what-i am just about done
done being forgotten, misunderstood, left behind - pretty much last
it doesn't feel like humility
it seems more like humiliation
you say
BE VULNERABLE,
LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY,
TELL THE TRUTH
So what, what then?
Be forgotten, misunderstood, left behind AND Last...again
but then
you were forgotten, misunderstood, left behind and last
you turned humiliation into humility
what now? What More?
What is that you say?
I can be done...
...because of ALL that you have done


Psalm 130

A song of ascents.
1 Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD;

2 O Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.

3 If you, O LORD, kept a record of sins,
O Lord, who could stand?

4 But with you there is forgiveness;
therefore you are feared.

5 I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope.

6 My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.

7 O Israel, put your hope in the LORD,
for with the LORD is unfailing love
and with him is full redemption.

8 He himself will redeem Israel
from all their sins.

If I had a lofthouse cookie with pink frosting every time I heard those words....well maybe if I was still running like I did then.
But those were my favorite words, and that was the greatest place to be, at the starting line, on the mark. every fiber of my being fully actively engaged, all the strength with all my might, keeping me behind that line until it was time. Every thing mattered. Each breath, That thought, Everything was still, the world was silent, in anticipation. waiting for the moment of truly pure exhiliration-but that freedom comes and the race is on, and that moment is no more. Everything changes and you win some, lose some and skin your elbows and knees much more often than the former. Back to the training room, preparing, examining, building it back up, tearing it down, and remembering. Remembering who you are when you are there & remembering to get back to the mark, to that holding place, because that is truly where it gets put down, left behind and released-because from there... you can not take it with you.