But a vapor…

 

If my life is but a vapor,

I pray it be a sweet-smelling one.

If the blink of an eye

Departs me from this life,

I pray your face be my parting frame.

If I am merely dust,

I pray to settle somewhere near the coast…

To be washed up and down the shores of

His creation – Until the sun and the moon

Bid one another farewell…

And the waves of time no longer exist.

-Becky Moore

 

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To Sum It All Up.

There are so many things I could give up about this past year…parts of me that would leave you shaking your head, asking a friend if they knew…leave you disliking me, loving me more, disregarding me – SO many things. I heeded the advice of my sister and didn’t share, when I really really wanted the release of pressing publish. But she was right – Some parts of me need to be protected.

I’m gonna share a poem that I’ve written over a period of time this past year. Some of it was penned in church, some on airplanes, some while listening to music in my bedroom – They were all inspired by the hope that I have found this year, and every other one, in my Lord…my saving grace, Jesus Christ.

***

My Experience was a quiet one.

Your love…

Gentle and patient.

Wind in my hair,

Eyes set on the stars,

Listening to the sounds of the night…

You made me feel loved.

Your creation spoke to my soul…

Gave me peace.

***

Take my prayer,

Give it flight…

Send it soaring

On the wind.

In the dark of night,

From the depths of

The ocean of my soul.

Wind…

Speak.

***

It’s in the hushed moments…

The darkest times…

When the chaos ceases…

In the melody of the wind…

In the vastness of the ocean…

Deep and blue.

It’s in the towering pines…

The moon and the stars…

The hoot of the owl…

In the cry of a newborn.

It’s in the intensity of the trained one…

In the diligent farmer…

Toiling day and night.

In the playful birds…

Soaring,

      Diving,

                Singing.

It’s in the smile of a stranger…

In the tears of the grieved…

In the uninhibited laugh of the joy-filled.

It’s in the dance of mother and child…

In the unnamed giver…

It’s in forgiveness…

Both given and received.

***

It’s being valued by The Creator.

It’s the hope I find in

The love of Christ Jesus.

It’s the steadfastness I find

In the Holy Spirit.

Surrounding me…

Swallowing me up…

Washing over my soul.

***

I pray that each of you takes time to reflect on and find beauty in the broken pieces of last year. I know for many of you the notion of finding any good in your situation seems preposterous – But you can do it. You must. Cry – Kick and scream – Curse at the wind…but at the end of the day – Find your hope in Christ Jesus. He loves you.

XOXO, Beck

Planting seeds.

I was tired from a long day of traveling the English countryside…We had been exploring castles, rocky beaches, and cathedrals. It felt like we were almost back to our starting point when we stopped again. I put my book down, it had kept me occupied in all the downtime, and wearily exited the bus…

It was a small chapel – Nothing apparently special about it. But there was something…something in its simple grandeur. We arrived after church hours and a kind woman opened up for us. Immediately I felt like I was in my childhood church that had burned down a couple years back.

As I walked around the chapel, respectfully looking at the stained glass windows and beautiful architecture, I began to get the feeling that I must sing in this little chapel on the hill. I don’t know about anyone else…how the Holy Spirit works in them, but when He is nudging me towards something, my heart rate sky rockets and I just know that it’s Him and not me leading my thoughts and actions.

The sign on the podium had a scripture on it, and each person that walked through the doors of the chapel would surely see it. The thing that caught my eye was JESUS in bold print. From the moment I walked in, until the moment I walked out, I was singing Something About That Name in my head – And maybe whistling it as I walked:)

When I was a young girl, up until my church burned down, I would steal moments away in my church with the stained glass windows. When everyone was gone…when beams of colored sunlight lit up the space…when only God was present to hear – I would sing to Him my offerings of praise and adoration.

Now, in a hillside chapel somewhere in the English countryside, my heart rate wouldn’t let up on me, and I decided that I couldn’t leave without doing what I knew had to be done. There are times when one MUST worship the Father. And when your natural way is through song, you just can’t hold it in…it’s a whistle eeking out…a hum that never ends…a song sung in a chapel on a hill. So I waited for everyone to exit, except our tour guide and the kind woman that opened the doors for us, and asked…

“Do you mind if I sing a song?”

“Of course not…go ahead.”

So I sang a song…

***

Jesus…Jesus…Jesus…

There’s just something about that name.

Master…Savior…Jesus…

Like the fragrance after the rain.

Jesus…Jesus…Jesus…

Let all Heaven and earth proclaim.

Kings and kingdoms will all pass away,

But there’s something about that name.

***

When I was through singing, our tour guide ZoZo hugged me and told me that he would never forget that moment. The kind woman blessed me with tears in her eyes and hugged me as well. I felt like they acknowledged that it was Christ through me working in that moment.

As I took my seat on the bus, I thought about how important what just happened felt to me. How I was unsure of Zozo’s faith – He had never spoken the name of Christ Jesus around me, but he made it quite clear that he valued life and the profundity of it all. He was so very kind and generous…I felt like God used this gift that He’s given me to get that seed planted…

This moment he said he would never forget was all about Jesus.

***

It takes but a tiny seed planted…

It takes but two hands watering…

It takes but a morsel of faith…

For growth,

For abundance,

For life everlasting.

***

Your stage may feel small – The task you’ve been given may feel menial, and you may feel like it’s time to go on home…but trust that if you are a child of God, no endeavor done in His name could ever be small or unimportant and HE will give you strength the finish the course. 

He waters our seeds planted and makes them grow.

XOXO, Beck

 

Give and Take. 

I never thought I’d be here,
In this place…
Wondering how I could let it all go so far.
I never thought that just one more,
Would be such a hard pill to swallow.
I never thought I’d let this happen to me.

But I did.
But I did.
But I did.

And now, I’m here…
On this cold, hard bathroom floor,
Begging you, please take this from me.
My hands outstretched…
On this cold, hard bathroom floor,
Filled up with shame.

And I’m crying out…
I give this to you,
Please take it from me.
Oh Lord – I give this to you.
Please take it from me.
So I’ll show up here everyday,
Until I start feeling lighter…
So I’ll show up here everyday,
Until I start feeling more like her…
I’ll keep coming back,
Even when…
And I’ll keep coming back,

Even then.
Even then.
Even then.

(My cries for relief have transformed into
Songs of praise and thanksgiving )

And I’ll open up my hands…
I’ll open them up.
I’ll open open up my heart…
I’ll open it up.
And I’ll give to you
all that I can’t understand.

My pain.
My shame.
My embarrassment.

Lord, I give this to You,
Please take it from me.
Father, I give it to you,
Please take it from me.

This is my offering.
Right here right now,
This is all I have to bring.
This is my offering.
Right here right now,
This is all I have to bring.

So I give it to you,
Please take it from me.
I give it to you,
Thank You for taking it from me.

Multiply it.

 

This is all I have…
It’s not a lot.
Thankfully, I know
My little won’t stop
This seed Your sewing…
It’s my faith You’re growing.

***

Jesus…

You take this morsel of faith
And You multiply it.
What I once thought small,
Now I see – It’s sufficient.
I just have to trust that You
Will do exactly what You promised to…
You’ll never take me any place
That You won’t carry me through.

***

Jesus…

You take this morsel of faith
And You multiply it.
What I once thought small,
Now I see – it’s sufficient.
I just have to trust that You
Will do exactly what You promised to…
You’ll never take me any place
That You won’t carry me through.

I’m watered daily
From above.
Blossoming (ever so slowly)
In Your love.
You quench my soul’s thirst…
Lord, All I have is Yours.

This is all I have…
It’s not a lot.
Thankfully, I know
My little won’t stop
This seed Your sewing…
It’s my faith You’re growing.

 

He is.

I’ve been trying to find my voice again…

Trying to decipher what’s real

From what’s just for show.

I start to want to sing you a song…

I start to want to tell you what’s on my mind,

But something stops me…

I’m left questioning my own motives.

***

I don’t have anything to prove.

I will be no more,

Just because I can make something lovely…

I will be no less,

If I’m the only one that benefits…

***

The beauty in it all

Cannot be bought or validated…

The bright lights are blinding,

And I like to see my audience…

***

I’ve been trying to find my voice again…

Trying to decipher what’s real

From what’s just for show.

I just want to sing you a song that

Makes you see…

That you’re beautiful,

That you’re loved,

That you’re not alone…

***

Maybe God’s just telling me

That I’m beautiful,

That I’m loved,

That I’m really not alone.

***

 

You don’t have anything to prove.

You will be no more,

Just because you can make something lovely…

You will be no less,

If you’re the only one that benefits…

***

The truth is we’re in this together…

Made in the image of our great Creator.

It’s so easy to forget, isn’t it?

We are beautiful, in His image…

We are loved by Him…

We are never alone.

He is ever-present…

Reflecting his love through the light

He’s placed within our hearts…

***

He is beautiful.

He is love.

He is.

 

 

Politics, race relations, football, religion and so on and so forth.

Well, I told myself not to do this…but you know me – And if you do not have that distinct pleasure, Let me tell ya – I don’t normally listen to my self when she’s right. Anyhow, I try my very best not to engage in conversations concerning subjects to which I am completely uneducated. For instance: Politics, racial relations, football, religion – I’ll talk about Jesus all day, btw – And so on and so forth. SO, what am I going to delve into on this fine Tuesday?!? Let’s cover them all!

My opinion on politics, racial relations, football, religion and all of the so ons and so forths is…

Most people are idiots…and miserable – Miserable idiots.

If you are reading this, you’re probably one of my friends…so you can automatically exclude yourself from this gross generalization. 🙂 Yes, most people are miserable idiots. They want to be right and want everyone else to be wrong.

I was getting ready this morning, sipping my first delicious cup of that good black drank, just thinking about politics and race relations…figuring out what I think about it all. I know, 5:30am is not the time to figure out how I feel about these important issues, and God told me so. I had to stop – mid-sip – And apologize to the Lord for trying to figure out how I could be the MOST right in how I felt. It’s true, though…I just don’t want to be wrong. I literally had to stop myself from being an idiot. I’ve gotten pretty good at recognizing when I’m turning down Idiot’s Lane.

In all seriousness, I’d like to offer up my very basic way of thinking…

  • I try very hard to not place the expectations I have for myself and my closest friends and family on people I have yet to encounter in person. The news and media shows the viewer what they want you to see – Which is not always the truth.
  • I try very hard to not think myself above anything. I’ve witnessed how easy it is for me to slip right down that slippery slope. I am no better than anyone else.
  • I ask God what His Word says about what I’m trying so hard to figure out, and be right about. I look to Him for answers.
  • I  try to remember that this life on earth is but a breath…a blink of the eye.
  • I live to love and serve my Creator, my family, His people and His creation.
  • If my mind is set on Christ and serving Him and His people – I am a person that is filled with the joy of the Lord.
  • Truth is precious and not to be traded for anything.
  • Music, art, and meditation in nature can cure any stress-related issue.
  • I try very hard to be more than just my opinions.

So there you have it folks…My opinion on politics, race relations, football, religion and so on and so forth. I think I covered it all. 🙂 I pray that we can all figure out how to live a life that is concerned enough, active enough, praying enough, loving enough, understanding enough…and when the time comes that we realize that we’re giving too much energy to causes and not enough to living this life, full and free…I pray that we pause and just give all of it to the Lord – Just pause and do something that you love. For me – I’d sing, while painting outside, dueting with nature.

XOXO, Beck