Moon Danced with Clouds

Could I?

I heard this song on the radio several weeks ago as I drove from one side of Atlanta to the other, to visit my son, his wife and my grandchildren. I was moved, deeply moved. I recognized the voice, that sweetly sang this song, but couldn't place it. For weeks I've tried to find this song, so I could feed my hungry spirit, with it's melody and it's words that speak directly to my spirit. Tonight, I searched again, and my Abba blessed me with finding the song and lyrics. So, I share with you. Kim McMechan is the artist who sings this song so amazingly. It goes straight to our hearts, if we allow it. May we sit with him a while, daily.... Rest in Him....

Could I just sit here a while
Know that there's nothing that I need to say
Safe in the knowledge that you know my ways
Love me completely no need to hide a thing

Could I just stay here a while
Letting you melt away all of my fears
I feel your comfort when you are so near
I'll hide myself in this shelter you've made for me

Could I?

Could I just kneel here a while 
Doing what I was created to do
Bowing in reverence I long to adore you
Willingly giving all that I can surrender

Could I just rest here a while
Letting you whisper my burdens away
In all of my journeys there's no other place
Where I find refuge, strength for my weary heart

Could I?

Could I just sit here a while
Know that there's nothing that I need to say
Safe in the knowledge that you know my ways
Love me completely no need to hide a thing...

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Burning off the Fog

On a warm New Year’s Eve afternoon, I sensed a drawing to go to the mountain. I didn’t resist.

No parking spaces. I wasn’t surprised. It was a spring-like day. So, I drove almost to the top of the mountain, found a parking spot, saved for me. Hiking the short distance to the top, I felt a heaviness, yet an expectancy. 

A breeze tousles my hair as I lean comfortably against a rock, on top of Kennesaw Mountain. This spot is always empty and available, every time I visit, without fail. I named it Marie’s Rock. A place revisited, especially during times when life’s weights grow heavy and threaten to be too much to handle. Many memories fill this place-- a mix of emotions. 

I was there hoping for clarity, a lifting of the dense brain fog that hovers and threatens to totally obscure my road ahead.

Though the hoped for quiet wasn’t found, I knew I was drawn there for reasons beyond me. For a while, my camera’s eye captured naked branches gently swaying in the breeze, a distant horizon merging with low clouds, airplane tracks blending with wispy clouds in a late afternoon sky. 

I feel naked, exposed, lonely. Sounds of children playing and conversations mix with thoughts, prayers and longings in my heart. Urgent words spoken in a Jamaican-like accent work their way toward me, carried by the breeze. “Jesus, Jesus use me!” I will go. I’ll go where you want me to. I will Jesus. I want to please you Jesus. Jesus.” At first distracted, then a part of me listens. A fervent cry. My heart hears his heart’s longings expressed. No doubt Jesus hears his cry. His heart. 

Clarity opens her sleepy eyes as warm light begins to burn off the fog. Yes, my heart echos this man’s longings and desires. Jesus, use me! Lead me wherever You want. I’ll go. I’ll obey. I long to please You. A worship song I loved began to sing in my heart, “Where you go, I’ll go. What You say, I’ll say, God.” Nothing’s gonna hold me back.  

As I hiked the short distance down to my car, I knew why I’d been drawn to the mountain. A smile began to take the place of my furrowed brow. 

© Copyright 2011 Marie Nease 

A White Christmas 

Clouds full of moisture

were approaching,

temperatures dropping,..

With the right mixture

magic can happen...

So heaven winks

then releases whiteness,

falling, swirling, 

dancing, twirling

causing faces of children

young and old

to gaze heavenward, 

smiling...

watching earth blanketed

in pure whiteness

bringing quietness

to this night...

so we breathe

in the beauty

of this white Christmas. 

Written on Christmas evening in Georgia.

© Copyright 2010 Marie Nease 

heaven came to Earth

Jesus, on this quiet eve 

when we celebrate Your birth

I muse on the reasons 

heaven came to Earth.

As your Father painted the first strokes

On the canvas of you, 

the stars were a special messenger

to announce your arrival in this world.

God, your seed in a pure maiden,

brought forth a child, to be my King.

Jesus, you are music of heaven

sung through your voice, so I hear & sing.

Jesus, you are God spelled out

In a language I can understand.

Jesus, you are the face of God

close up, so I can see with new eyes.

So on this quiet eve, when I celebrate your birth

 I behold You, lamb of God 

Who takes away my sin

And the sin of all the world.

© Copyright 2006 ~ Marie Nease 

Inspired by Quiet Talks About Jesus by S.D. Gordon 

“But chiefly in Jesus God came. Jesus is God going out in the cold black night, over the mountains, down the ravines and gullies, eagerly hunting for His lost man, getting hands, and face, and more, torn on the brambly thorn bushes, and losing His life, in the darkness, on a tree thrust in His path, but saving the man.” ~S.D. Gordon

thankful for things that are simple, yet profound

Touch that comforts, heals & expresses love

Hope that’s always there as an anchor when heart is sinking

Answers from God when we question & need direction

Needs that are met through God’s divine and endless supply 

Kisses from Jesus that bring smiles in the midst of challenges

Sounds of birds, laughter, kisses, wind chimes, cellos, geese 

Gift of family, friends & closeness shared

Inspiration of God’s creation - sunrises, sunsets, mountain views, starry nights & a full moon’s glow

Victories gained, lessons learned through struggles & battles

Inklings and insights that bring clarity to foggy moments 

Nearness of God - hiding under the shadow of his wings

God’s grace, goodness and glory He gives us

© copyright 2010 marie nease 

true reality is played 

in rhythm by God 

as He dances with me 

through the blues until 

the blueness gives way 

to hope. 

Marie Nease