1 Peter 1:8

Though you do not see Him, You love Him

Though you do not now see Him, You do not see Him in the very moment
You believe in Him

You love Him, You do
You really love Him

Rejoicing in an inexpressible joy, Filled with glory

Salvation obtained through faith in the unseen
Salvation given so freely with love beckened upon that old rugged tree on Calvary

This Love, This Love, This Love
So freely given but rightfully obtained
How could He love you and me in such a way?

You look back upon time, You do not see Him
But you knew He was there

You look in the now, You do not see Him
But you know He is there

You look upon the moment, You do not see Him
But you know He is there

Though you do not see Him, You love Him
You believe in Him, You believe in this very Love obtained freely by faith

Though you do not see, You believe in Love

Gliding upon Notes ♪♫

I looked down upon the icy glass seeing 2 silver blades smoothly gliding me upon the ice. Looking back through the years, I was a bit surprised of my seemingly practiced technique. It was as if I had began right where I had left off some years earlier. As the sound of music played through my soul, the words were embedded with revelation in my heart. Words of a babe lying in a manger, so beautiful but dependant, yet so Divine. Jesus lying in Bethlehem being held and nursed by His human mother. A God so beautiful and precious, given to us to be on our level, to be in our reach. Meanwhile still holding His Divine Nature and absolute authority. The wise men looked down upon Him and were utterly amazed. God but yet a helpless newborn baby wrapped in swaddling, needing the care that every baby cries out for.
God but yet a new born baby.
God but yet a baby boy.
God but yet a human infant.
God but yet so so dependent.
God so far away yet now so near.
I began to feel the backward motion of my calves pushing on the ice. Backsliding upon the glassy texture, I lifted my arms out to the east and to the west. My fingers wide open feeling the cold mist in between each space. So cold but wonderfully refreshing. With each sound of the hairs pressed down upon the violin, made for another backward turn upon the ice. As another chord came to sound, another backward slide came into existence. Another chord, to the right I glided. Another chord, to the left I glided. Crossing my arms out before me to feel Your cool breeze, reaching for an embrace. With the sharpness of a drum beat, I dramatically threw my arms before me pushing away everything hindering us uniting. I continued to glide backwards to and fro pushing my arms forward, embracing Your Love. As I glided and flung myself upon the ice, I danced with Your Spirit. As the chords and beat began to soften, my circling upon the glassy presence continued to exist but all the time backwards. As I worshiped You and gave You every move of my heart, soul, and body; I was glowing in Your very Presence. Feeling the coldness of the icy air but not without Your gentle guidance-- still all the time backwards. Never forwards did I glide. Staying in line with Your Spirit, giving You adoring worship. Worshiping backwards but in the all-so-right direction. Backwards but so right I skated upon this icy sea, all alone but in Your very Presence.

Luke 2, Revelation 4

He prays

All Yours is His
All His is Yours
May You be glorified

Look'n to the heavens, He prays, He prays for you
Look'n to the heavens ,He prays, He prays for me

They are not of the world
Only in the world
Sanctify them completely

Look'n to the heavens, He prays, He prays for you
Look'n to the heavens, He prays, He prays for me

Guard them from the evil one
May their joy be complete
Being one between You and Me

All Yours is His
All His is Yours
May You be glorified

Look'n to the heavens, He prays, He prays for you
Look'n to the heavens, He prays, He prays for me

In Jesus Name He prays
Jesus prays

(John 17)

rainbows in the classroom

As I glance amongst the children, I see you sitting far off in the corner.
Your face hidden by the positioning of your eyes toward the window pane.
As I continued to walk toward the chalkboard glancing over all the other little faces...
secretly worrying about you, I focused in on your little presence.
How you would not keep my look.
Not even a glance.
I felt the sadness of your heart.
I felt a sense of longing for something lost or someone who had been taken away.
As I bent down to your desk, still refusing to catch my face, I saw it fall.
One single tear slid down your cheek.
As you sat and pretended to stare out the window...
as you pretended to stay focused on the somewhat busy city street...
they began to fall.
I always have heard that tears are the rainbow to the soul.
How the pain of your heart was showing through each tear released.
You know God keeps each tear in a bottle.
He saves them.
He remembers each one.
Someday He will wipe all of them away.
As I saw your pain, I began to feel my own.
I felt a longing for something lost or someone who had been taken away.
I tried to hide my face.
I tried not to catch their gaze.
I tried to look as far away.
I tried to hide but their eyes caught it fall.
One single tear slid down my cheek.
Pretending to stare at the classroom doorway...
pretending to focus on the empty school hallway...
still trying to hide my face.
They began to fall.
As I saw yours fall, I wiped mine away.
Tears revealing the rainbow of two individual souls.
Knowing that God keeps each one and holds the memories so dear.
As you cry and release your pain, I do the same.
As you long for your past teacher, your lost friend that moved on....
I long for my past class so far away, my little friends that I departed from.
Isn't it funny how today we do the same?
Isn't it funny my little new friend?