The Anchor

Order and chaos

Never mix to become one.

Order is handed over to chaos

Or chaos is transformed into divine.

Place-holding order.

Designàorder.

Everything in its place,

In its right mind.

Each molecule representing

Intention; pure design.

It is not rule linked with

Rule but rather

Place setter set at its

Boundary line.

Motivation, devout, purpose

Set & fulfilled.

Hold open your hand and be

Poured deeply into.

There is grave for regression;

Hope for the mislead,

But weather the storms,

Release the fight, cling tight;

The Anchor will sustain you,

Maintain you.

Upright soul: there are

Plans pouring forth from you.

He has made you, placed you,

He is taming you, has already

Named you,

Rescued you, fought for you,

Cherished you and held you.

Out from the chaos responds a hope

That will drive you,

Quickly moving inside of you.

Hold tight and steady the quells

That swell into anxieties—

Throw back the chaos by bringing back order,

Restored, Lord.

Far removed from falling off the edge, you embedded and upheld.

He has heard you and will

take you where you never

imagined you’d go. 

(Written 12/17/13)

It Is Well With My Soul

Good Day!

Ahhh…I sit here, reveling in the peace I’m surrounded by in the home of my family. I’ve been back in PA for one month, and it is so sweet to be with my mom, dad, Matt, and friends. (My brother Andrew was here for a week and then left for Tanzania & Kenya!)

In another month I will return to Haiti for Year #2. J I look forward to returning, but I want to draw out my time here as much as I can!

 

I’m taking two classes online through Millersville University and I am loving learning about adolescent psychology and racism psychology. These match closely with things I’m passionate about, and the process of studying is, although long and sometimes tedious, teaching me a lot.

Dr. Hirt & me :)

Being back with people I love and not having many responsibilities is a great path to rejuvenation and refreshment.  

I had the great privilege of seeing Holocaust survivor Joseph Hirt speak a week ago. I studied the Holocaust with my 10^th grade class and the study of this significant event and tragedy in history became a slight obsession as I searched through research and read more than I could bear at time. Hearing Dr. Hirt speak was healing to my soul, as he shared the steadfast love of the Father despite times of unbearable pain.

Here are a few of my musings and some verses that have hit me over the past month:

“May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.” ~Psalm 19:14

The tension tears, tempts, trickles

Into fibers new and old.

Where, Oh Truth of God, do You

Reside?

Turn my heart to You, O Lord,

Break contempt in my words,

My searching, my pondering.

Let me flounder if it be in Your arms

And in the safety of Your love.

The beat of His heart turns longing from distant shores

To the bent of His plan.

Holy, Holy,

The day becomes clear and I hear my

Heart’s cry, challenging my questions

To rest.

Worthy, worthy,

My cry begins to meagerly blend

With the throng of Heaven in distant places.

The beauty of a backyard. :)

Oh, but a small part I play,

Oh, but a stranger in the places I call home,

Oh, but a searcher, a wanderer.

A humbled block-head I run

After Your promises.

What be the treasures You save for me up there?

I have none of lasting measure here!

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me

All the days of my life.

Give me the grace to ascend Your Holy Hill

With clean heart and pure fingers on these                                                                               hands.