Friday, 31 May 2013

Stains (Journal Entry)

From my Journal:

We can't scrub out stains (chocolate on my white linen dress).  I tried.  We have to soak them out.

We can't scrub at our sins, our transgressions, our failures.  We need to soak in the presence of God.  It takes time, the cleansing.

But sometimes its the only way to be sure of our adequacy, our glorious beauty.

To see our reflection in his loving gaze - and to know ourselves as worthy.

To stay long enough in his presence to be absorbed into him, cleansed by his grace.  Transfigured and restored - and white.  White again, without blemish.

Ana Lisa de Jong
March 2013



"God was in Christ, restoring the world to himself, no longer counting mens sins against them but blotting them out."  2 Cor 5:19

"God took the sinless Christ and poured into him our sins.  Then in exchange he poured God's goodness into us."  2 Cor 5:21


Whangamata Beach, New Zealand

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

God in Me


God of the storm
is living in me…

 
The infinite power,
all consuming, overwhelming.
A furnace of energy where the
thunder is stored,
and where the lightening is born.

Resides in me?



Creator

Who makes moons that draw oceans;
stars to navigate by;
Whose vastness who can comprehend,
Whose footstool is the sky
Is contained by me?


Father

Who gave his only Son
Love that can only be measured by His suffering
Hanging on the cross
The cross ‘between the trees’

Dying for me…..

So that he might be resurrected, so that I might be redeemed

That he would dwell in me?


Oh Great God

Who encloses and indwells me
With the heartbeat of the blessed Trinity.
Whose river of living water
arises from eternity.

Never let me the forget the truth of your presence.
For he who seeks you only without
Fails to know the rivers of delight
Which flow from our innermost selves.


 
Oh Great God

Consume me, fill and transform me
Not only with head knowledge
But with a heart forever bonded
In relationship, in union with


You – Father, Holy Spirit

Son of God.


Ana Lisa de Jong
 
"In just a little while I will be gone from the world but I will still be present with you.  For I will live again - and you will too.  When I come back to life again, you will know that I am in the Father, and you in me, and I in you."  John 14:19-20

Pakiri Beach, New Zealand

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

A Wedding Song



If Love were a word, I could speak of it…
If Love were a sentence, I could read it...
If Love were a story, I could tell you it..
And if Love were a thing I could show you it.
But, its none of those things, and all of those things -
It cannot be broken down.
It’s a force that protects, renews, upholds.
And today it’s your wedding song.


Today love…

Will be in her eyes when you look at her,
And in his hands when he holds you;
In her smile when she thinks of you,
And in his heart when he longs for you.
Today  love..
Will light your days with its smile
Yet tomorrow the sun may give way to dark.
Today Your heart will feel like flying
Tomorrow a pinprick may hurt like a dart.

But Love…

Is strength and vulnerability.
Its sacrifice but its gain.
The more you lose yourself, you will find yourself,
and the richer you will become.

Love…


Is a rushing river in passion, or the stillest
stream in rest.
It takes you on the ride of your life,
And gives you your greatest peace.

Love…

Is a circle without an end, or
a beginning that you can recall.
It will seem to have always been
And yet renew itself every dawn.

Above all, it is the greatest gift
And its reward cannot be measured,
You were born to love and be loved
It’s your heart and soul's fulllest expression.


If Love were a word, I could speak of it…
If Love were a sentence, I could read it...
If Love were a story, I could tell you it..
And if Love were a thing I could show you it.
But, its none of those things, and all of those things -
It cannot be broken down.
It’s a force that protects, renews, upholds.
And today it’s your wedding song.
Ana Lisa de Jong

“Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” Ephesians 5:31
 
Little Bay, Coromandel, New Zealand

The River Flows (Journal Entry)


From my Journal:

God showed me that the river flowed.  No matter the day, bright or dark, the river flowed.  With the power of God behind it, it could do nothing else.  If the river finds an obstacle in its path, it does not worry, it simply flows around or over it.  It believes in the force behind it, knows its own power, and follows the path ahead.

So we too need only to trust in the living waters of God's river within us to carry us the way we need to go.  With God's power we need only be carried on his river of life, above and beyond the obstacles.

Nature knows its creator.  We need to trust in the God of creation, and know that his power will carry us; through pastures green and still, stormy waters, bright days and dark - supported and impelled by his strength.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Written on the banks of the Waikato River, Hamilton Gardens, 1996

"I have created you and cared for you since you were born.  I will be your God through all your life-time, yes; even when your hair is white with age.  I made you and I will care for you.  I will carry you along and be your saviour."  Isaiah 46:3-4


Tutukaka Harbour, Northland, New Zealand

Saturday, 18 May 2013

I am waiting


Oh I’m waiting, I am waiting for the sun to come and shine
For a miracle to be born in this lonely heart of mine.

I am waiting, I am waiting for hope to be reborn
It is here, and then its lost, and I must find it again.


To be married , to be a parent, to these ones that I adore
The greatest joys, but the hardest pain –
And peace, peace so hard to restore.

All I want is peace, and for it I sell my soul
My husband to regain what he thinks I’ve lost
He sells and  loses  even more…

Its not control we need, but love, only love
Love that covers a multitude of sins
Love that allows mistakes, and  believes in fresh beginnings.

Not by might, not by power, but by my spirit
says the Lord
Its not by might that we will prevail, but only in Him
says my Soul.

Oh God, I pray for peace, but more
I pray for You - You to come and restore
The years the locust has eaten

The memories that bind and hurt
The trust that has faltered
The bridge that has been burnt

Too, too many times…

 Oh I’m waiting, I am waiting for the sun to come and shine
For a miracle to be born in this lonely heart of mine.

I am waiting, I am waiting for hope to be reborn
It is here, and then its lost, and I must find it again.
Ana Lisa de Jong



Snells Beach, New Zealand

This was written in a lonely moment.  My husband encouraged me to put it on the website.  I think it speaks of hope and despair, in that despite the knowledge that as a Christian I have a hope that will never fail, that will never turn its back on me, and is always there, I can still feel moments of despair, especially as feelings are not always dependent on our beliefs but rather our reactions.  Especially also, as I, deal with issues that resurface and resurface over the years.   In many ways this poem was a prayer, for healing for today's and past hurts.  God gives us eternal Hope, most signficantly in the form of his Son, but in many ways I think we keep that flame of hope alight in us by contining to diligently fan it, as we struggle with the up's and down's of life.  As the saying goes ' Hope springs eternal' - and the writing of this poem reignited that hope, and helped to renew the connection with my husband.
Lisa
20 May 2013
 

"He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek him".  Hebrews 11:6
 

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Lord of the Lambs


Oh Lord of the Lambs
Shepherd of your flock…
 
We wander lost and you find us
When we stray we are pulled back
When we are weary you carry us
And when we tarry behind, you wait.

When we hunger you lead us to pastures new
When we are thirsty you source for us a stream
When we sleep you keep watch nearby
When we fall sick you seek a remedy.

Your paths are not too rough for us
Your way is never too steep.
You chart the path ahead,
and test the waters are not too deep.
 

When we trip you pick us up
When we are injured you bind us
For the young, the old, and careless you look out
Alert to the dangers that surround us.

Your pick the burrs from our dirty coats
And the muck you cleanse all away
To you we go for comfort and strength
At peace in your strong arms we lay.

The night does not hold any anxiety
Nor do we fear the dangers of the day
In you we blindly trust and follow
As your sheep we know no other way…

Than to be taught by you our teacher
To be led on by our leader and guide.
To know the provision of our Heavenly Father
To be held safe by our Shepherd God.


Oh Lord of the Lambs, Shepherd of your flock
We thank you that we need know no terror.
That we can walk in safety and serenity
Our very lives in your hands, precious and secure.
Oh Lord of the Lambs, Shepherd of your flock
You lead us on to fields unknown
Via paths that reach beyond us to the horizon
To bring us ultimately, safely home.

 

Thank you Lord Jesus.


Ana Lisa de Jong

 
Pakiri Beach, New Zealand