Saturday, October 16, 2010

Help Me Believe

Take me back to the time
When I was maybe eight or nine
And I believed
When Jesus walked on waters blue
And if He helped me, I could too
If I believed

Before rationale, analysis and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity
When wonders and when mysteries
Were far less often silly dreams
And childhood fantasies

Help me believe
Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch an angel's wing
And I would be free
Help me believe

When mustard seeds made mountains move
A burning bush that spoke for You, was good enough
When manna fell from heavens high
Just because You told the sky to open up

Am I too wise to recognise that everything uncertain
Is certainly a possibility
When logic fails my reasoning
And science crushes underneath
The weight of all that is unseen

Help me believe
Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch an angel's wing
And I would be free
Help me believe

When someone else's education
Plays upon my reservations
I'm the first to cave, I'm the first to bleed

If I abandon all that seeks
To make my faith, informed and chic
Could You, would You show Yourself to me

(Help me believe, cause I don't want to miss any miracles)
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch one of their wings
And I would be free
I would be free
I would be free
Help me believe
Help me believe
Could You, would You show Yourself to me
Could You, would You shoy Yourself to me
Help me believe

-Nichole Nordeman

Monday, October 11, 2010

Dreams

So lately I've been having some interesting dreams. I've never really taken dreams seriously, but today I got kinda curious. I know that there are general explanations for common dreams that people have. Like falling dreams = feeling out of control of something in real life. Naked dreams = vulnerability or unpreparedness. At least that's what I've heard...

Today I got to thinking...maybe God is trying to speak to me through my dreams. I mean, why not? He did it all the time throughout scripture...both Josephs, Jacob, and Peter just to name a few. What if my dreams have more meaning to them than what is at the surface...?

I'd like to think that they do. Not because I think I'm anything special...but because I long to hear from God about specific things in my life...and if he's trying to tell me something, I don't want to miss it.



"If we come to Him doubting His ability to speak, we will have a difficult time listening. So we must come expectantly..." -Charles Stanley

Habakkuk 2:1 - "I will stand on my guard post and station myself on the rampart; And I will keep watch to see what He will speak to me."

Job 6:8 - "Oh that my request may come to pass, and that God would grant my longing!"