This Sunday I have the awesome privilege of playing with my brother while my father and Kem, the worship leader at our church, sing this song. I am so thankful for the opportunity to be in ministry with my family! What a blessing it has been to be back in music. Though I make many mistakes, I truly enjoy making music. I love getting lost in the melody...though, I'm pretty sure Kem and company would enjoy it if I didn't get quite so lost sometimes. ;)
Anyway, take a listen. This song is such an encouragement....I'm excited about sharing the truth in song tomorrow! I have much farther to go, but I'm thankful that I stand forgiven and new because of Christ.
Click here to listen to the song :)
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
a time to ramble
Poor forsaken blog. Again. Writing comes in spurts these days, mostly dependent on my periods of introspection. However, this week there seems to have been a resurgence of blogs and I have been inspired to try to write something.
If someone were to ask me what I've been learning lately, I would have a difficult time pinning down exactly what has been brewing in my mind and heart. At times I have felt unsettled, transitory, restless and other times settled, relaxed, and at peace. For me, Summer is an in-between time amidst the giant in-between time of college. Life seems like a state of constant transition, my definition of normal changes every few months.
I was reading 1st John today (one of my favorites, if I'm allowed to have favorites), and was reminded of truths that never change.
"Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts and he knows everything."-1 John 3:18-20
Mmmm. That's wonderful truth. My heart is most at rest when I'm trusting Him, and loving others. To this truth I am going to cling in the midst of my in-between times.
P.S. Em, I changed the background to a field of dandelions just for you...dandelion fields forever!! But, sadly...even though I selected the dandelion field...you can't see the dandelions very clearly. Sad day.
If someone were to ask me what I've been learning lately, I would have a difficult time pinning down exactly what has been brewing in my mind and heart. At times I have felt unsettled, transitory, restless and other times settled, relaxed, and at peace. For me, Summer is an in-between time amidst the giant in-between time of college. Life seems like a state of constant transition, my definition of normal changes every few months.
I was reading 1st John today (one of my favorites, if I'm allowed to have favorites), and was reminded of truths that never change.
"Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in his presence whenever our hearts condemn us. For God is greater than our hearts and he knows everything."-1 John 3:18-20
Mmmm. That's wonderful truth. My heart is most at rest when I'm trusting Him, and loving others. To this truth I am going to cling in the midst of my in-between times.
P.S. Em, I changed the background to a field of dandelions just for you...dandelion fields forever!! But, sadly...even though I selected the dandelion field...you can't see the dandelions very clearly. Sad day.
Friday, June 4, 2010
A Terrible Prayer- Michael Yaconelli
I have always been terrible at praying.
I forget.
My mind wanders.
I fall asleep.
I don't pray enough.
I don't understand what prayer is
Or what prayer does.
If prayer were school...
I would flunk praying.
But prayer isn't school.
It is mystery.
Maybe the mystery is...
Jesus loves terrible prayers.
Maybe...
When I can't think of anything to say, He says what I can't say.
When I talk too much, He cherishes my too-many words.
When I fall asleep, He holds me in his lap and caresses my weary soul.
When I am overwhelmed with guilt at my inconsistent, inadequate praying
He whispers, "Your name is always on my lips."
I am filled with grattitude, my sould overflows with thankfulness and I...
I...find myself saying over and over again, "Thank You."
Praying the mystery.
I stumbled upon this last night in a book that has been on my shelf for a while. He's put to words what I have thought for a while...so I thought I would share :)
I forget.
My mind wanders.
I fall asleep.
I don't pray enough.
I don't understand what prayer is
Or what prayer does.
If prayer were school...
I would flunk praying.
But prayer isn't school.
It is mystery.
Maybe the mystery is...
Jesus loves terrible prayers.
Maybe...
When I can't think of anything to say, He says what I can't say.
When I talk too much, He cherishes my too-many words.
When I fall asleep, He holds me in his lap and caresses my weary soul.
When I am overwhelmed with guilt at my inconsistent, inadequate praying
He whispers, "Your name is always on my lips."
I am filled with grattitude, my sould overflows with thankfulness and I...
I...find myself saying over and over again, "Thank You."
Praying the mystery.
I stumbled upon this last night in a book that has been on my shelf for a while. He's put to words what I have thought for a while...so I thought I would share :)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
"caitlin, you're not God. you're not going to be perfect."
Duh. (Sorry Mom, it's the only appropriate word.)
Yeah, OF COURSE I know I'm not God.
The funny thing about those lies we believe is how ridiculous they sound when recited back to us. How silly it sounds that I, Caitlin Park, believe and expect that I am capable of perfection. Perfection of which only our holy and righteous God is capable.
I started reading this book, Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free, thinking that it would be a good summer read. Funny, actually the book wasn't what pointed out my faulty thinking. Oh, irony, how I love thee. Here I am, reading a book about lies, all the while believing one myself. Thankfully, God uses all sorts of methods for getting our attention. So I ended up having an ah ha moment last night when someone pointed out that um of course sometimes I'm going to be annoying, and do things that don't make sense. Caitlin, you're not God. You're not going to be perfect.
I don't know why I always come back to this. I don't know why perfectionism seems to be my struggle. But I'm thankful for these moments of clarity, in which I can look at myself and say, "Caitlin. You're not God. You're not going to be perfect."
Yeah, OF COURSE I know I'm not God.
The funny thing about those lies we believe is how ridiculous they sound when recited back to us. How silly it sounds that I, Caitlin Park, believe and expect that I am capable of perfection. Perfection of which only our holy and righteous God is capable.
I started reading this book, Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free, thinking that it would be a good summer read. Funny, actually the book wasn't what pointed out my faulty thinking. Oh, irony, how I love thee. Here I am, reading a book about lies, all the while believing one myself. Thankfully, God uses all sorts of methods for getting our attention. So I ended up having an ah ha moment last night when someone pointed out that um of course sometimes I'm going to be annoying, and do things that don't make sense. Caitlin, you're not God. You're not going to be perfect.
I don't know why I always come back to this. I don't know why perfectionism seems to be my struggle. But I'm thankful for these moments of clarity, in which I can look at myself and say, "Caitlin. You're not God. You're not going to be perfect."
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