The Wisdom of a Silly Old Bear — Meg Lynch

If you know me, you know how much I LOVE WINNIE THE POOH BEAR. I may or may not still sleep with the stuffed Pooh my bro gave me upon my arrival to this planet. Who wouldn’t love Pooh? His giggle is infectious; his diet is role-model-worthy, and his friends are the absolute best. AND […]

via The Wisdom of a Silly Old Bear — Meg Lynch

“You are courageous, even when you don’t feel it.

You can do this, even if you don’t think you can.

You have what it takes to make it through this, even if you don’t know it yet.

You might not be able to tell, but you’re doing a lot better than it seems.”

This. I really needed to know all this today, especially being courageous and making it through. ☺️ Maybe you do too. And now I have the Winnie the Pooh song in my head lol.

And makes me think of this: Proverbs 16:24 Kind words are like honey— sweet to the soul and healthy for the body. ❤️

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by the trinity 

In the morning,

I sit at the table 

& eat a chocolate cake

donut. The three chairs 

around me are empty–

Abba, I imagine You across,

with open hands & a smile.

I think You are asking me to

open my hands or give them 

to You. Receive. Jesus is to my 

left, Holy Spirit to my right. He 

wants to grab my hand, to pray

with me. They are quiet, heads 

bowed. I’m held tightly 

fmf: eat.

This poem is a little different in the way I felt I was experiencing this again. The calm. The way I felt like the Holy Spirit really reached out and held my hand, the right, weaker one of the two. The way Abba sat across and smiled with a knowing glance that said, you can open up. You can receive all I want to give you. 

God is moving me into new places it feels like. With my writing. (This was really, REALLY difficult to write. The memories were foggy, but the ache of how Jesus loved me was overwhelming. So overwhelming. With taking to Him about how I’m feeling without trying to hide. And with friends. Letting my heart come out, still unsure if I’m loved.

And then there is this reminder from Tim Tebow’s new book, Shaken, that hit me like a ton of bricks last night:

I can’t help but feel God is bringing something new, despite all the chaos and anger and sadness, things I can’t let go of. I can’t see the future and the fact things are always foggy is beginning to wear on my soul. I want to be in moments. I don’t know how to do that without assuming sadness/anger is all there is to hold. I know it’s not true, but sigh.

God, you make all things new. Beautiful in their time and joy. Laughter. Depth. Hope. Love. Please oh please show me this true. That is joy coming around the bend and I can soak it in. Because I want to stay with you, but I also don’t want to deny that what you’ve been bringing lately isn’t from you. You know, like the butterflies that keep me thinking we’re going to fly soon. Or Juno, who keeps plopping herself down in my lap. Or all these other things, one in particular that is so overwhelming it doesn’t seem real yet. Please show me this doesn’t have to be so hard to take. Please. In Jesus name, amen.

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I realize this commentary has nothing to do with food. Soul is on a little of an overload lately. Thankful God lets me write and cry and get angsty. 🙂

Testimony

The last two stanzas in this poem are 😍. I have no better way to describe it.

GarThoma

In pride living large upon the tops of mountains;
In pride I moved ahead and
soon found myself in company with the wicked.

My heart grew dark with the ways of this world
I stumbled and fell, dashed open my head.

My wounds cried out and your grace came to rescue.
In humility I found joy.

I’ll inhabit my smallness before you
I’ll live in the dust I am made of.

From there your hand lifts me
To abide in the place you went to prepare.

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something light?

I’d like to park myself

in a chair, but I am already

there. Here. Watching the 

Sun come in & out, brighten

& fade out–Lord, I am over-

whelmed by goodness, Yours

alone. It is as heavy as the sorrow I’ve 

held, like a stone 

cold I have grown used to but 

oh, could You roll it away now,

give me something new to hold,

something warm, 
fmf: park.

I’m parked at the kitchen table, trying to work on a guest post about a miracle God has done in my life. And while looking up some info today, I keep thinking, God, you really did save my life! That could have been so much worse and I already didn’t know what was wrong..at least I don’t remember being told. I just remember the pain. The ache. The unknown. But you were there THE WHOLE TIME! Through all that delirium…Smiling and telling me to eat and washing my body. Telling me to sleep, it will be alright. And I didn’t know, but through that time & this valley, you’ve been show me what I can’t get out of my head since I read it the other day: 

Lord, I don’t get it, but I’m going to get to that point where I’ll simply be able to accept this. I won’t have to fight your invite, but smile and say, alright. You can whisper, bring me smiles and laughter, any way to show me your love is true. 

You’re hilarious, really. You make me want to laugh and cry all at the same time.

Your banner for me is love. 

a confession 

Open the book,

& begin to write 

a letter of my heart-

I’ve always wanted to

be fast, to wear designer 

jeans, sandals, have someone 

always by my side. Their confidence, but 

Lord, how 

how do you like me like this?

broken body, slow as the elderly outside, 

but youthful in spirit. How much does it 

cost to

Mail 

fmf: mail.

This is what happens when you write to music..you almost don’t get the word in because you’re too caught up in the song. But whoa this prompt made me want to talk about wanting to get mail (book mail is awesome but something about a letter today just would hit the spot. And chocolate. And a hug from a friend. Laughter. You think you could send that all through the mail, Jesus? Because that’d be cool..)  but this also made me think of the letters from friends. And books. And mail I’ve sent all: JESUS! I’m way too excited!! Stamps. We have to have those! I can’t wait til they get it!! The anticipation is high…hope they get it.. 😮😶🤔😅😃 

I love how very random this is. Or silly. I’m going to keep mailing Jesus worship because it’s keeping me awake & I kind of feel he enjoys my delirium this week. So thankful he will sit with me however I am. He’ll wash over me with his love. Yes, that may be from this. I like where you’re going with all these reprises, Jesus. Mhm, I do.

Is Talent your Excuse? — Meg Lynch

Back when I was in college, wasting time on Tumblr as you do, I saw a quote from an interview with singer Josh Groban. Josh was probed with a question about his God-given talent, and he got angry for a moment. He said something along the lines of: I hate it when people say things […]

via Is Talent your Excuse? — Meg Lynch

 

“There will always be someone better than you, but that doesn’t mean your own talents have any less value. And just because they’re better right now, that doesn’t mean you can’t be better in a few months.”

This really strikes a nerve and makes you think. 🙂 and now I kind of want to listen to Josh Groban..

rather have me wait for you

The week starts with a breakdown 

of my body & an ache

in my soul as my body 

heats & chill &. goes 

back to normal. I fall

Asleep on his word-

I’ve done this to break 

your pride, your trying

trying trying. Impatience.

Abba, why this test to sit

still & wait & see when I want

to run & do. I can’t. I can’t. So,

I cry because I know this is best, to pour 

over your word,

for you’d 

fmf: test.

I love how this is so spot on this week. Surprised it’s coherent. This week has been whoa. So many trying days filled with anger at myself and aches in my body and a tiredness that makes me feel I could sleep for days. I’m grateful Jesus has given me so much time with him because there’s no one else I’d rather explode to than others (which I’m pretty sure I have, but the kindness shown to me has helped me see Jesus is watching me). So many days this week, I’ve drifted to sleep at the table while the cat randomly nuzzles my head. Or when I am awake(ish) grabs my hand with paws and holds it with one to her face. And no matter how much I want to get mad or frustrated that I can’t read my bible or take notes on a book, I can’t because too precious she is.


You can’t get mad at this. Fierce love. Her eyes say it all. 

I may or not share way too many pictures of this kitty, but too presh not to. God, thank you for Juno, who seems to be always close beside me when I can’t hold myself up, when I can’t see where I am going and when I feel most alone. She plops herself down and tries to knead me or rest in my lap or in my journal or bible. She shows me so much about you. How you want to be with me in whatever mood I’m in, even though sometimes I don’t want You there. You come anyway. You look at me, hold my hand, and whisper, I love you this way. And no matter how I want to change my sorrow and anger toward my unhurry, you understand and won’t leave me. Please keep showing me this and you still delight in me. In Jesus name amen.