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ON OUR FACES- an ongoing worship discussion

"The god's we worship write their names on our faces, be sure of that. And a man will worship something-have no doubt of that, either. He may think that his tribute is paid in secret in the dark recesses of his heart- but it will out. That which dominates will determine his life and character. Therefore, it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping we are becoming." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Refuse to accept the status quo. I challenge everything. It is important to me that I understand why I do what I do and I'll challenge everyone else too because that is how I learn. Christ-follower, student, teacher, artist, musician, mother, wife, daughter, friend, home-schooler, doula, home-birther, knitter, abuse survivor, advocate of women, children, families and peace, I value relationships more than anything in this life. There is room for my life for my passions for birth, music, lit., nature, art, dance, knitting, cooking, Scripture, film, theology, philosophy, writing, and loving my family. I know I don't have all the answers and I'm willing to listen, I don't argue for the sake of arguing or to win but I am passionate and opinionated while being open to change. Wrap all that up and then some and serve it with a cup of coffee, a glass of wine and some chocolate and that's a little bit of who I am. Just an ordinary woman in my every day rebellious ways.

Monday, April 25, 2005

My Need- A Confession

By Jessica Martin-Weber


Stifled wind, breath pulled sharp
Shattered mirror, broken heart
Before you now I admit my need
The need for freedom from things unseen


Unseen the deeds I can’t atone
The secret lies I’ve lived alone
The bitter thought-gall in my head
A poison from which I should be dead


Broken masques aside me lay
A price beyond what I could pay
Wash the stench of my pretend
And bring my charade to its final end


Harness now to two rough woods
What too long I have kept under hoods
Iron pierce through all the lies
Bring peace and strength to my true inside


Calm the air, breath complete
Full my heart sits at your feet
Deep the pools in which I see
Your love reflecting a brand new me

Copyright 2005

posted by Jessica | 8:42 AM