Thursday, April 9, 2015

To Love That Deeply

Written by Becky Vaughn
April 3, 2015

Oh to love that deeply
You hung on the cross
So I can live

Oh to love that deeply
You took my shame and guilt
So I can be set free

Oh to love that deeply
You took the pain of my childhood
So I could learn to forgive

Oh to love that deeply
You took on my pride
So I could learn to be humble

Oh to love that deeply
You hung on the cross

So I can learn to love that deeply

I wrote this on Good Friday 2015 after reading about the death of Christ.

August 20, 2013

This morning I had to go to a retirement breakfast for a vice president here at UNT. I went to a table where I know a couple that works at facilities. The table was decorated with the little glass beads that are sometimes found in flower arrangements.  The lady picked one up, handed it to me and said, “May you have a splash of joy today.” (It is now on my desk!)
I almost started crying. I said to God, “Yes, I am paying attention.”
I told Jackie about the message that Christine gave last night. I told her about the words from Ezekiel 47:1-9 that Cherry told me about.  She picked up her phone, looked up the scripture and we read it.

Ezekiel 47

The River from the Temple

47 The man brought me back to the entrance to the temple, and I saw water coming out from under the threshold of the temple toward the east (for the temple faced east). The water was coming down from under the south side of the temple, south of the altar. He then brought me out through the north gate and led me around the outside to the outer gate facing east, and the water was trickling from the south side. As the man went eastward with a measuring line in his hand, he measured off a thousand cubits[a] and then led me through water that was ankle-deep. He measured off another thousand cubits and led me through water that was knee-deep. He measured off another thousand and led me through water that was up to the waist. He measured off another thousand, but now it was a river that I could not cross, because the water had risen and was deep enough to swim in—a river that no one could cross. He asked me, “Son of man, do you see this?” Then he led me back to the bank of the river. When I arrived there, I saw a great number of trees on each side of the river. He said to me, “This water flows toward the eastern region and goes down into the Arabah,[b] where it enters the Dead Sea. When it empties into the sea, the salty water there becomes fresh. Swarms of living creatures will live wherever the river flows. There will be large numbers of fish, because this water flows there and makes the salt water fresh; so where the river flows everything will live.

When I got back to my office I recalled that Julia prayed about her vision about a gate. Then I just kept thinking about Christine talking about jumping into the water.

Psalm 46
though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day.
So, this is what I am hearing today:
It doesn’t matter if you jump in with both feet, or if you walk slowly because of the hurts of the past or the cracks in your ‘pot’ or just not sure what to do or just knowing you have to do something different – JUST GET IN THE WATER. It is refreshing, cleansing, soothing, filling, calming.

This is my prayer for each woman as she reads Your Word that it will refresh her soul, cleanse her past, soothe her heart, fill her mind and calm her spirit. May the salt of her tears bring a fresh insight to Your Word and Your desire for her life. And with this new insight it will bring rivers of joy to her and to all cross her path.

A Soft Place to Fall

Becky Vaughn
November 3, 2005

When the world has beaten you up and you need a soft place to fall,
Call on the Angels
They understand,
Their soft laps are made of the clouds,
Soft and tender.

When life hasn’t given you what you thought you desired,
Call on the Angels
They understand,
Their ears are pressed to God’s heart.

When life is running a race and you can’t keep up,
Call on the Angels
The understand,
They are always waiting to give you a soft place to fall . . .

Into His arms.