Lyn and I were leading worship at a Women’s Retreat about threes years ago.  After the powerful Saturday night message, she shared with me some specific words God had given her.  She explained that this journal entry was different.  God was inspiring her with thoughts and scripture to reflect upon at such a pace, she could hardly write quickly enough.  It was obvious she was touched by this moment, and I was honored that she was sharing it with me.

After hearing her heartfelt recollection of her sweet time with the Lord, and listening to the words He was giving her, it was obvious that a specific theme was at the root of all He was saying… “Seek Me.”

The following morning we finished up our last worship session.  At the close, every woman was to walk up to the front of the room and take home a small wrapped box.  Inside was a scripture… a different one for every box.  Providing music for this task meant Lyn and I would be among the last women to get a box.  As we watched the line slowly die down, I told Lyn I would go by and pick up a box for each of us.  As I made my way, I discovered there was only ONE box left.  I felt a strong “nudge” by the Holy Spirit to give this box to Lyn.

When she opened the box and read “her” scripture, tears welled up in her eyes.  She pulled me over to her and read the following verse…

Psalm 105:4

Look to the Lord and His strength.  Seek His face always.

What a sweet moment!  It was as if God was speaking the final sentence to all the He had inspired her to write the day before.  She read to me again the thoughts of her last journal entry, and an overwhelming sensation came over me.  “This should be a song, Lyn,” I said, a little amazed myself at those words.  She laughed a little, but with some encouraging, she agreed to let me borrow her journal for a couple of weeks.  We agreed to pray over these words, and I told her that I wouldn’t press the issue, but if God happened to give me a melody, we would know that it was His plan for these words.

The moment I sat down and prayerfully began to work out a melody, I was overwhelmed with how quickly the song came to life.  God’s hand was undoubtedly moving.  I called Lyn and sang a little bit of it to her, and she was in complete agreement.  Here we were, seeking God’s face in this moment, and He was giving us a song called “Seek His Face.”

Juggling plates and wearing a dozen hats… I’ve been there too often.  I was contemplating all the titles I seem to collect- I’m a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend… those are obvious.  Then there are my supporting roles to consider- I’m a pastor’s wife, chauffer, chef, housekeeper, ring leader, teacher, accountant.  And deep inside my soul, you discover the secret, ambitious roles- I’m a worshiper, writer, artist, encourager, dreamer. 

In an effort to balance the madness and the overwhelming responsibility, I simply remind myself that above all of this, I am simply His.  Before I take on any other title, I claim this first.  This revelation is what fuels my ability to be anything to anyone.  And at the end of a hectic day, as I discard all the expectations, there is refuge and comfort and more significance than I can imagine knowing that I am simply, first and foremost “His.”

I am His.  You are His.  We are His.  We are His people.  Before everything… in spite of everything… we are His people.  Here for His glory… for His pleasure… for His fellowship.  That should stir up passion in our tired hearts… passion that shouts from the rooftops. 

I don’t know why He chose us or why He loves us… I can’t comprehend it.  But with thanksgiving, I accept it and want a hurting to world to find the hope that comes from being His.

I Peter 2:9

But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.

This is the first song Khalilah and I wrote together.  It was a step of faith for both of us.  I trusted her to take the words God had given me, and she now trusted me with the melody He had given her.  We sat side by side on the piano bench in my home, a little unsure of where to begin,  we prayed together.  It was a tender, memorable moment.  We had no idea what would unfold… at this point, there was no talk of a CD project… we just knew that God had specifically brought us together to work on this song. 

We straightened our makeshift, hand-written scores on the stand and took a deep breath.  Khaililah began to sing, and hearing the words God wrote through me come to life in her beautiful voice struck me so deeply.  There was such a simple sweetness to that melody… we actually ended up changing the title to “Sweet Jesus” because of that. 

As she continued on, I joined in with harmonies and echoes.  We sang and played as if we had known this song for years.  It was endearing.  Worship.  Friendship.  Tears.  Humility.  Passion.  Tenderness.  How blessed we were to share this sweet moment side by side on a cozy piano bench.

His presence did invade us.  He was all we wanted and all we needed.  Our hearts were surrendered.  Our song was surrendered.  All to our sweet Savior.

Psalm 119:103

How sweet are Your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth.

The matchless name.  The name above all names.  The name that will cause every knee to bow.  The name that every tongue will confess.

Jesus.

I remember a time when I felt hopeless and alone- one of those days you knew couldn’t possibly get worse, but then of course, it did.  I sat at my kitchen table… tear-stained face hidden in my hands… and all I could do was whisper out loud, “Jesus.” 

It was faint and desperate, but softly uttering that name gave me hope.  I spoke it again… more strength surfaced.  Over the course of several minutes, I spoke His name again and again.  What started out as a cry of desperation turned into a victorious shout.  My Savior, Jesus was my shield and strength.  He was my Refuge.  He was my Deliverer.  He was my Victory!  I was flooded with such expectancy, just by saying and believing in the power of His name.

On June 30, 2004 at 3:56 pm, 19 ½ inches and 7 pounds/ 7 ounces of bubbly sunshine came into our lives.  As we gazed into his captivating blue eyes and nuzzled close to his peach-fuzz head, we were changed at the core of our souls.  Jacob Brian Dishongh… our son… our legacy… our undeserved gift from God Almighty.  As we anticipated all the things we would show him throughout his sweet, little life. We knew nothing was of more value than the gentle whisper of our Father’s instructions to our hearts- “Teach him to bring Me glory.”

So little man, as you grow… as you succeed… as you fail… as you walk each road, hum this simple tune in your heart, and with all our love and all God’s unfailing grace, “bring Him glory”… always!

Psalm 139:13-14 

For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Your works are wonderful. I know that full well.

There are constant distractions fighting for my attention…my energy… my emotions… my peace.  What will I believe?  What will I depend on?

I must resolve to hold to the promise of Your Word, Lord God… Your Truth… regardless of sentiment and circumstances.  It is unwavering.  It is boundless.  It is life.

You are my only Truth.  You are my only peace.  When I doubt, I will trust in Your promises.  When I am fearful, I will recall Your words.  Jesus, let Your constant truth cover every uncertainty I hold.  Cover me now.

You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you (Isaiah 26:3)

Give me the kind of faith that reflects Your Truth.