given (3 in the morning)

Sing to the Lord a new song,
his praise in the assembly of the saints.
Let Israel rejoice in their Maker;
let the people of Zion be glad in their King.
Let them praise his name with dancing
and make music to him with tambourine and harp.
For the LORD takes delight in his people;
he crowns the humle with salvation.
Let tthe saints rejoice in this honor
and sing for joy on thier beds.

May the praise of God be in thier mouths
and a double-edged sword in their hands.

Psalm 149

It's like when I release it to Him, he harnesses the right places back.

I could keep talking and asking with the boy "What rocks are we on anyway?"
I could keep feeling defeated. keep waiting for echoes.
Maybe the lesson is that you can't confront the Cliff, but the dropping off point. how do I reign in?

How do I rain in?

Where do I climb?

I was so angry that night.
Our tumblers not working together, rocks passing mainting chunks. too much me trying to be a tumbler.

Getting up in the night. asking me to be a vessel.
Sing to the LORD a new song...may the praise of God be in their mouths.

so i went back to that place of scabs were I was laying, a place with walls, places blotted out. It was in my very heart! I started praising, sending that one word out of my mouth, breathing in that word. ... and my place was transformed.

The Hebrew word for salvation means literally "to make wide" or "to make sufficient."

There are places of hell and there are places of heaven. of eternity. of pouring. that's how the kingdom of heaven on earth feels to me. and I know it's not all about feeling, but truly it's existence is real. And you have to enter it. And you have to bring it, call it down, "On earth as it is in heaven" it is tactile and it is like a fabric your bring into your right here.

next time I wonder, how can I share that so-much praise place.

even in our honing in between us and gratefulness for the other is that enough?

How can we speak into our places?

How do we be the love of Christ to one another?

I am looking for that constant tide, that kind face.
there is that cornerered place where we both endup. the little shipwrecks.

I want to burrow into Christ with him.