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Finger in the Chest (#SoulFul Sunday)

Sometimes lyrics press into my chest, a single finger that almost hurts, saying “This is for you.”An old time chorus repeats “There’s power in the blood.” There’s power in music as well. “Power Ballad” is a well known term and further evidence of songs that move our hearts.

For your #Soulful Sunday consideration, lyrics that never fail to resonate for me. “All I see, it could never make me happy” and “I feel stuck watching history repeating.” This song moves from life description to a prayer that I pray each time I sing these words whether with my voice or in my head.

[Dear Lord] Let me know that you hear me. Let me know your touch. Let me know that you love me. Let that be enough.

What resonates for you?

I wish I had what I needed
To be on my own
‘Cause I feel so defeated
And I’m feeling alone

And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I’m a plane in the sunset
With nowhere to land

And all I see
It could never make me happy
And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing

Let me know that you hear me
Let me know your touch
Let me know that you love me
Let that be enough

It’s my birthday tomorrow
No one here could know
I was born this Thursday
22 years ago

And I feel stuck
Watching history repeating
Yeah, who am I?
Just a kid who knows he’s needy

Let me know that you hear me
Let me know your touch
Let me know that you love me
And let that be enough

Let me know that you hear me
Let me know your touch
Let me know that you love me
And let that be enough

Songwriters
Jonathan Foreman

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Posted by on March 6, 2016 in Soulful Sunday, Videos

 
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Posted by on November 8, 2015 in Soulful Sunday

 

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Invisibility Cane – Soulful Sunday

Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 9.50.17 AMMillions know about the invisibility cloak, but what about the invisibility cane?

During a recent run in with a moped on my bicycle (yes, yet another bike accident. My Dutch biking accidents are such old news I’ve decided not to write about them any more), I found my already weak ankle lightly sprained. Quick to the RICE treatment I know too well, I realized this was the least severe sprain of my life. So I’ve opted to use a cane until the pain recedes enough for me to walk normally.

An interesting phenomena ensued. People who knew me well and saw me where expected–such as picking up my kids at school–did a double take as if they didn’t quite recognize me at first. A cane as disguise? Who knew?

More pointedly, though, there were two sorts of responses to the cane in public. First was the open stare. All over England (more about our fall holiday) strangers scrutinized my cane and limp. I’m sure if asked later these people would remember nothing about me beyond the cane and perhaps a vague impression of dark hair.

The second response was most interesting. Perhaps catching sight of the cane in peripheral vision, eyes slid below my legs or over me as if I were completely invisible. It’s true! You know the sorts of people you greet in passing at the grocery store–the ones whose faces you recognize but you never seem to remember their names? They did not see me at all.

I can only imagine what it must be like to have a permanent disability and half the world acting as if you don’t even exist. I’m reminded of a teaching I heard several years ago about how we are made with a desire to be seen, to be acknowledged. The speaker was SparkPlugCoach Earl Gray, and he described how much we can encourage each other and even strangers by looking. Much of the talk is lost to my memory now, but the take away hit home with me. Make eye contact when you hold the door for the person behind you. Greet people in passing with your eyes. Every notice sends the message “You are important. I see you. You are someone to notice.”

As cool as an invisibility cane sounds, we live in a world where millions of us are so tied to social media we seldom look up. At the same time we do this we are posting, commenting, liking and sharing, in part, because we are desperate for reassurance that someone sees us, notices us, and thinks we matter.

Children are always asking, “Did you see me?” I have four sons and the younger two often tell me what they did and ask if I saw them. The elder two are too cool to ask anymore, but when they make the shot or do something they want someone to notice their eyes flash around asking without words Did anyone see me? Did you notice what I did?

Inside I think we are longing for someone to notice us. How grateful I am for my Father-God.

Psalm 33:18 (BBE) See, the eye of the Lord is on those in whose hearts is the fear of him, on those whose hope is in his mercy;

1 Peter 3:12 (CJB) For ADONAI keeps his eyes on the righteous, and his ears are open to their prayers

Proverbs 15:3 Aramaic Bible in Plain English
The eyes of Lord Jehovah are in every place, gazing on the good and on the evil.


Psalm 34:15 (MSG) God keeps an eye on his friends, his ears pick up every moan and groan.

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Kristin King is an author, speaker and president of the nonprofit Future Hope Africa. She highly recommends you visit Earl Gray’s life coaching blog for a bit of encouragement. Currently focused completing fiction projects, Kristin is developing an outline for an inspirational book entitled “Messiness is a Gift…and other Unexpected Blessings from God.”

 
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Posted by on November 1, 2015 in Soulful Sunday

 

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Faith of a Quarter (Soulful Sunday)

Photo credit to Kiva Stories from the Field. Link to more.

Photo credit to Kiva Stories from the Field. Link to more.

My aunt sent this to me. It’s a good reminder that the little things count. The mustard seed. The quarter.

*Several years ago, a preacher from out-of-state accepted a call to a church in Houston , Texas . Some weeks after he arrived, he had an occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change.. As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, ‘You’d better give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it.’ Then he thought, ‘Oh, forget it, it’s only a quarter. Who would worry about this little amount?  Anyway, the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a ‘gift from God’ and keep quiet.’*

*When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, and then he handed the quarter to the driver and said, ‘Here, you gave me too much change ..’*

*The driver, with a smile, replied, ‘Aren’t you the new preacher in town?’*

*’Yes’ he replied.’Well, I have been thinking a lot lately about going somewhere to worship. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change. I’ll see you at church on Sunday.’*

*When the preacher stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest light pole, held on, and said, ‘Oh God, I almost sold your Son for a quarter.’*

Little things matter.

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Kristin King is a wife, mother, author, publisher and president of the nonprofit Future Hope Africa where a little goes along way. Right not you can send a young person to college for one year for $500, sponsor a child’s education for $150, change the course of the future one life at a time.

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2015 in Soulful Sunday

 

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JFK’s Prayer of Thanksgiving

John Fitzgerald Kennedy, commonly known as "Jack" or by his initials JFK, was the 35th President of the United States, serving from January 1961 until he was assassinated in November 1963. Wikipedia

John Fitzgerald Kennedy, commonly known as “Jack” or by his initials JFK, was the 35th President of the United States, serving from January 1961 until he was assassinated in November 1963. Wikipedia

Started a series on Presidents’ prayer for Presidents’ Day and got side-tracked to other “Days” for postings. If you would like more presidential prayers, see beliefnet.com.

John F. Kennedy

A Prayer of Gratitude

Let us therefore proclaim our gratitude to Providence for manifold blessings–let us be humbly thankful for inherited ideals–and let us resolve to share those blessings and those ideals with our fellow human beings throughout the world.

On that day let us gather in sanctuaries dedicated to worship and in homes blessed by family affection to express our gratitude for the glorious gifts of God; and let us earnestly and humbly pray that He will continue to guide and sustain us in the great unfinished tasks of achieving peace, justice, and understanding among all men and nations and of ending misery and suffering wherever they exist.

–Thanksgiving Day, 1963

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Kristin King is an author and publisher. Her top sellers are “Unsinkable Vampire” and “Cain’s Coven,” and her latest novel the Begotten Bloods Series is Death Taint. Her imprint Three Kings Publishing can be found here. Three Kings is a Mom & Pop publisher of Christian writers (not necessarily Christian books).

 
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Posted by on November 22, 2014 in Prayer

 

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Soulful Sunday – I Want More

"The Dolphin Song" by Olivia Newton-John is an oft forgotten track from "Physical" but inspired me at a young age.

“The Promise” (aka Dolphin Song) by Olivia Newton-John is an oft forgotten track from “Physical” that inspired me at a young age.

I want more than this world has to offer..

Do you ever get a line from a song stuck in your head? The “shuffle” function in your mind no longer works and the same phrase keeps repeating–like a stuck record (for those of us that remember them) where the needle jumps back to the same circuit over, and over, and over. I’ve had that going for 2 weeks now.

I want more than this world’s got to offer..

I want more than this world’s got to offer..

I want more than this world’s got to offer..

Then yesterday a favorite song came on in the car and this line struck the same chord as I drove through streets lined with shops, beautiful Dutch houses, and even my children in the backseat.

And all I see
It could never make me happy

In Christian culture we often hear about being satisfied in God. Resting in Him rather than striving. We’ve somehow turned contentment into a virtue. I feel like ripping off my robe, throwing dust in my hair and mourning like a prophet from the Old Testament when I hear these sentiments misapplied. How ’bout some Holy Discontent? That’s what Pastor Drew calls it.

Personally, I want more than this world’s got to offer. Everything I see around me is corrupt in some way. It could never make me happy (i.e. unbounded, unending joy). I want more love, more power, more Jesus in my life. I want to trade in cobblestones for streets of gold. I want to hug my friends and family and with the confidence that it will never be the last because we are brothers and sisters in Christ. I want to play with baby Koala bears and swim with herds of dolphins for days and days on the New Earth that God promised us is coming.

My God is infinite! I can strive to know more and more and more of him for ETERNITY and still not appreciate all His Love, His Beauty, His Glory, His Grace.

I want more.

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Kristin King is an author and President of the Future Hope Africa mission. Today she discovered that the same band, Switchfoot, wrote both the songs that have touched her so much recently. Links to these songs on Youtube are highlighted above with the lyrics.

 
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Posted by on October 19, 2014 in Soulful Sunday

 

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Soulful Sunday – World Changers

Screen Shot 2014-10-01 at 1.32.26 PM(Found a draft of this post misplaced from summer and decided to use it now–K)

The port-a-john I used today was nothing like the one at our work site for World Changers last week. The small space looked and smelled like its owners would have to chuck the whole thing shortly. But it did have one thing my work crew’s private pot did not, a mirror.

Never heard of World Changers? For 5 weeks of each summer World Changers (i.e. WC) gets students from all over the United States to pay for the opportunity to rise at the crack of dawn, work through grueling conditions for a week, sleep on hard floors, use communal showers (sometimes of the portable type), and eat meals prepared for 2-3 hundred participants without their input on what they like to ingest. Did I mention the students pay for this experience?

And it’s not like they have time off in the evening–it’s church services every night, group devotion time, showers, and lights out by 2300 only to wake at 0500 and do it again.

Yet these students amazed me with their terrific attitudes (teens everyone), can-do and jump-to work spirits, and so much sweat and laughter that by the end of the week my arms were almost as sore as my cheeks. It was the kind of aching face I’ve only had after life altering events like marrying my man and meeting our children for the 1st time.

Was World Changers life altering?

For many it was: the woman living on the side of a South Carolina mountain who might be confined there were it not for the deck and ramp our crew built, the students who dug postholes, leveled ballisters, and sent nails and bolts and saw blades home true gained skills, confidence and new snapchat & instagram friends. None more so than they who not only labored in the name of Jesus Christ, as we all did, but also gave their lives to God, received new hearts and clean slates forever.

Change the world? Yes, and every hope for what lies beyond it.

We went to the mountain top literal and proverbial. We saw a vision of the future with no more pain, no more tears, no more death. I cannot spend too much time looking back at the WC experience when the prize lies ahead. I won’t try to make a metaphor of the private port-a-potty provided for us. Spotless plastic within and without, blue liquid depths smelling better than the redolent mimosa tree’s blossoms. I’ll just say it was…

…an unusual week from the temperatures, my hot pink hair experiment, the 2nd most powerful experience of the Holy Spirit in my adult life and, lest we forget, the cleanest port-a-john ever.

Still, the modern outhouse I used today had something the nice one from last week did not…a mirror which, from my perch, dimly reflected the large hairy spider busily spinning a Mirkwood-worthy web above me.  It reminded me that sometimes God takes us to the top of the world and other times he uses every day urgency to remind me that that which seeks to ensnare me is a blip on my radar compared to my Almighty God who never leaves nor forsakes regardless of where I find myself. He is ready to embrace if I glance His way.

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Kristin King is an author, publisher and President of Future Hope Africa, an education focused mission near the border of the Democratic Republic of the Congo and Rwanda.

 
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Posted by on October 5, 2014 in Soulful Sunday

 

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