Ann Voskamp and Lady Gaga

It seems there are times when my soul swells painful raw and irritated from rubbing against the skin it is within.

Where the very pulse of A Heart can be felt where the two fight for the same space. One wanting to burst forth~ the other wanting to pull back. The flesh fights back to constrict the soul and with the rubbing noise of a balloon the soul pushes back against the epidermis.

The thin but strong layer of skin wrapped pink with itchy self – full of a soul swelled with purpose too big for the constraints put on it.
My soul gets too big for my body…it wants to do more then my flesh will allow…more then my brain says we can.
What to do?
Where to start?

And Ann in her quiet corner shouting whispers laced with flowers soothed in piano notes….

pleading people
to do….
something.
To count what you have as eucharisteo and to start looking outward. Out there where there are big problems and children are dying and mothers are having to watch.

When I believe the Edenic lie that God doesn’t care — is that the excuse to turn away, to spread the lie that God doesn’t care — when maybe the truth is that it’s humanity that doesn’t care?

If we love because He first loved us… do we now care, because we know He did first care, has always cared, will always care and has the nail scars to definitively prove it. If all the world believed the truth of God’s character — that God cares —- wouldn’t this world become a caring place?

He cares, so we care; He loved first, so we love now. ~Ann Voskamp, 2011.

It rolls in my mind all day. What proof do I have that I care? I could list the ways. But they aren’t enough.
My soul rubs uncomfortable again, against the raw patches of skin. The speckled flesh weakens. The soul is stronger.

In the car with the kids the music turned up, years of announcing on the radio leaving an array of stations I browse through and an unexpected chorus blares true…

I’m on the edge of glory, and I’m hanging on a moment of truth
Out on the edge of glory, and I’m hanging on a moment with you
I’m on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge,
I’m on the edge of glory, and I’m hanging on a moment with you
I’m on the edge with you.

I’m on the edge with you
I’m on the edge with you ~Lady Gaga * Edge of Glory

Like a mother at the start of an adoption journey…How do I say “yes” to some and left with “I will pray” for the others?

How are we not left in analysis paralysis when there is so much to do?

You just start…………………..
Compassion International’s African Drought help
Muzunga Mama Ministries

W.A.R. International
The Love of Christ Ministries.
Carrie suggested: Student’s International

Please leave some of the organizations you like in the comments section (with a link , if you can) and I will be more then happy to add them to this list. We can all do more.~T