Flames

So, it's Sunday night. Grace had pushed me pretty hard the last hour leading up to her bed time. She was not satisfied with the picture I gave her and went to bed upset because of it. I'm wanting to watch the game with Corb so I do for a little bit. Then I just had to go run, so at halftime, I go to the end of the street and back a few times.
At this time, the Lord downloads into my heart. It was the word "stay." This came from a redbird (99 % sure it was) that I saw sitting on a wire at the end of our street. I loved the picture of all that came with it. Stay. Calm. Secure. Not always plesant or enjoyable to do so but secure.

SO, 2 hours later, we had cheered the Spurs to victory, Corb is in bed,  I have taken my shower, so down with Jesus I sit.
He almost immediately brings the song "The Hammer Holds," by Bebo Norman to mind.
Holy Smokes. If you have not heard, it please go listen to it. You can search it on itunes. The lyrics are below but listening to it is way better. As I listened to it, God so sweetly spoke to my heart.

The flames. They are hot. They are hard. They keep coming. They make me feel very overwhelmed. They make me angry. They make me feel alone. They bring tension in our marriage. They cause anger in our son. They bring me to tears tonight. They make me need Jesus desperately. They point out that my dreams are not my life. They lead me to call on the body to pray.

In the midst of receiving and being in these flames, I am so thankful that you help ease the heat by being the "water that cools, the ones that hurt a little hurt for me, and cry a little cry for me."

These flames make me very very glad that I have a hope that cannot be shaken. These flames make me glad I serve a God that is way bigger than the flames. They bring me to my knees in awe that He is not overwhelmed by them. They lead me to be very thankful that I am held by my Maker...not loosely held but firmly held in His very.

Even though the future is unclear, my Maker holds it...a BIG woosh and halleluiah!

...Thank you Debs for your message about the fire this morning that was SO part of this sweet download from Jesus.

Love you all,
ginna


Bebo Norman  The Hammer Holds

A shapeless piece of steel, that's all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams
I glow with fire and fury, as I'm twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form I'm sure I'm bound to find
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds
And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?
And the question still remains, what am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds
The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel
This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper, it's more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain
And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds
This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds