by emma | Nov 7, 2015 | Faith
The speakers are turned up loud,
the song is on repeat,
and I’m on my back on the floor.
I have no words, so there is this:
a prayer in music, just for me, from my friend.
It’s a scratch track,
recorded on a laptop;
original music long since lost.
But I don’t care.
This is the song that unravels me,
then puts me back together again.
The song that tells me it’s ok not to be ok.
To not even know why you’re not ok.
This is the song that prays for me when my words are gone.
by emma | Sep 18, 2015 | Faith
When my primary creative tools are keystrokes and shuttersnaps, it’s nice to make something every so often that requires sandpaper and hacksaws. There is a physicality to this kind of creation that is absent from my digital creations.
Recently I have been turning an old pallet into a shelf for my kitchen wall, and I’ve found myself surprised by what Jesus has been doing through the process.
The shelf started as an old, rough, wooden pallet. My first step was to pull boards off, resizing and realigning them as needed. It’s a brutal and demanding process! How often I’ve found myself there with my faith, too. I find the ever-patient Jesus prying off the boards of jealousy; control; every area in need of an overhaul. It’s not an easy process, but it is absolutely necessary to shape me into who God longs for me be.
Then there’s the hours of sanding. Hours of running a rough piece of paper up and down the boards. It’s a tedious and repetitive task: there’s no medals for smoothest board, no awards for longest sanding. Every run along the board adds to the callouses on my hands. Calloused to match the areas where I’ve been hard hearted and stubborn, and desperately need Jesus to sand my soul.
Finally the shelf is finished: the right boards are in the right places at the right level of smoothness. All that’s left is to hang it on the wall. But right now it’s sitting on one end in a corner of my bedroom. Perhaps not the best place for it if I want to set placemats and recipe books on it. I wonder how many other places in my life I have started well, only to get distracted or frustrated halfway through? It doesn’t matter how smooth or beautiful the shelf is, if I don’t finish it. Without actually hanging it on the kitchen wall, all I’ve got is very pretty wooden posts randomly sitting in my room.
Surprising how much you can learn about faith while building a shelf.
by emma | Jul 31, 2015 | Faith
Earlier this month, Facebook reminded me that it was “6 years ago today” that I got my tattoo.
I’d had an eventful couple of years before that.
I moved out of my parents house and moved countries.
I started (and dropped out of) university.
I travelled the globe.
I discovered things that made me come alive.
I found things that killed my joy.
I had no idea what the wild goose chase really meant. I still don’t.
But for now…
It is the greatest adventure, even in the darkness and the doubt.
by emma | May 19, 2015 | Faith
Today* I tried to climb a hill.
My best friend’s six year old climbed it.
The girl who’s never climbed a hill in her life got to the top.
I should be able to do this.
But with every step my body is screaming at me,
“You can’t do this today.”
Today.
That’s the word I miss.
All I am hearing is, “you can’t do this”, and it’s breaking my heart.
One year on and my energy is
still sagging,
still unpredictable,
still turning great days into insanely frustrating ones in the blink of an eye.
I trudge back down the path, gutted to be accepting defeat.
I tell myself the hills will always be there, and I know it’s true.
But I wanted to get to the summit today.
There are no shortcuts in life.
The hill I tried to climb was Ben Nevis, but it was also anxiety.
I only made it into the foothills, but it was higher than I got yesterday.
I will be glad for the day the Lord has made;
this day
that is disappointing
that leaves me frustrated
where I watch from the sidelines
as others do the things I long to.
I will be glad.
*Today was actually a few weeks ago now.
by emma | Nov 28, 2014 | Faith, Food
Another winter arrives, bringing the cold front with it.
The joy of sun on my face is replaced with the sharp, upward thrust of pain, of memories of loss.
The cold front of apathy, of anger, settles over me like snow on undisturbed ground.
In the midst of this, there is Thanksgiving. Tonight, my house will be full, the table will be overflowing, and
we
will
feast.
“The dinner party is a true proclamation of the abundance of being – a rebuke to the thrifty little idolatries by which we lose sight of the lavish hand that made us.”
[Robert Farrar Capon]
I believe in a great big God – one who is so far beyond my understanding. I will never understand November. There are unanswered questions, persistent doubts. But there is also this: a God who is weaving a future I can’t even imagine.
“I want to cultivate a deep sense of gratitude, of groundedness, of enough, even while I’m longing for something more. The longing and the gratitude, both. I’m practicing believing that God knows more than I know, that he sees what I can’t, that he’s weaving a future I can’t even imagine from where I sit this morning.”
Amen, Shauna.
by emma | Oct 28, 2014 | Faith
Walking Edinburgh with an American is a revelation. Every two steps involves a pause, a photo, and a superlative.
Okay; I exaggerate (but only slightly).
As we take in beautiful buildings that now house H&M or Starbucks, I realise how little I notice them anymore. And this from someone who would consider herself observant, drawn to beauty and wonder.
I’ve become numb to beauty. Beauty has numbed me.
// There’s an enemy among us
And he stole as best he could //
We have a very real and skilled enemy.
He comes to steal and destroy in place of the life Jesus longs to give us.
Which leads me to Edinburgh. To the city of tourists.
To the wonder I see on my friends’ face as she treads streets older than her country.
// I want, I want to be seen
With a fresh pair of eyes //
How I long for a fresh pair of eyes.
To see the world anew with wonder and childlike joy.
To relinquish cynicism and discover that it’s been holding me prisoner all along, not me holding it.
To discover that when I make space, the life-to-the-full we’ve been promised will rush in and fill the void.
// I am empty
In my end you are my beginning //
*Lyrics quoted can be found on this Spotify playlist.
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