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For the past week I have been recalibrating my daily disciplines so I can move the needle towards greater stewardship and productivity. Special thanks to the 99u Conference and Jocelyn Glei for putting ink to your thoughts/ideas and helping people like me understand/articulate the process.
1. I’m capitulating towards a rock-solid daily routine
2. I’m determining what tools/resources I need to tame (before they tame me).
3. I’m finding focus in a distracted world.
4. I’m sharpening my mind.
GUESTPOST
Taryn Hofert i
s a gift to me, Ann, and an entire community of people. Here’s a little about Taryn from her website (word for word):
I’m an aspiring peacemaker, wife to Scott (a pastor & leather-smith…what a sexy dichotomy), mom to two immensely rambunctious boys, worship leader, grateful church-planter, amateur humanitarian, semi-novice half-marathoner, occasional poet, thrift-store addict and slam dunker. I believe in the power of seasons. This is my season of mothering young boys, a young church-plant, and the pursuit of actively loving the marginalized.
We just completed an almost 2 month series at our church, Watershed, on loss, tragedy, letting go of our preconceived ideas of being cursed and swimming in freedom. It was called FAREWELL ALBATROSS and it was probably my favorite series we’ve done to date. But I say that every series. But no, REALLY, I mean it this time. It culminated with a baptism service this past Sunday where 18 people stepped into the water to symbolize the freedom and relationship they’ve found in Jesus via our community. My mascara wearing was completely in vain that day.
I wrote this piece for our 4.14.13 service at Watershed out of being moved by my husband Scott’s message topic: Contract Vs. Covenant …and out of being inspired by my Spoken Worship hero Gerard Kelly who so masterfully narrates his community’s journey Godward with beautiful, evocative pieces that flat out make me weep.
I think the Kingdom of Heaven is the place where hearts are uncaged. I’m not fully there yet, but I feel the door creaking.
INK & BLOOD (CONTRACT VS. COVENANT)
I am bottom lines
Signatures on dotted lines
And contracts that bind.
And You…
Are evening walks in a Garden
Long talks over coffee
Water-Wine revising just to prolong the feast.
I’m fixated on boundaries
I’m no forest and all trees.
I’m pedestrian, and questioning and rushing through the meal
You’re an Unrequited Lover
Unencumbered by my numbness
Unaffected by rejection and my disbelief.
And I am ink and You are blood
And I am lines and You are love
And you fold Yourself into this caged heart
I’m the ancient mariner
with albatross neck-bound
And even with the blade in hand
I cannot cut the rope
You’re the Noose Unloosener
Tossing bird like lead into the sea
You think grace is never wasted on a captive heart like me
And I am ink and You are blood
And I am lines and You are love
And you fold Yourself into this caged heart
Come, ink and blood and lines and love
Merge together into one
That I may know Your
Freedom Unrestrained