I have a confession: Sometimes my humanity shows. 

As an Enneagram 1, it is an understatement to acknowledge that this is extremely uncomfortable. 

This medley is both an invitation and a reflection on the goodness of this good friend, of this good God. In my own words, I invite you to come as you are, because that is exactly how God wants you to come. I call upon a the words of a song I sang in churches with stained glass windows as a child and the words of a new song that inflated my heart and spirit in a worship gathering today with flashing lights and no windows. Original words, old words, new words . . . And the same good God . . . The same good friend.

I have a confession: I am afraid that God has often been sorely misrepresented and I imagine that I have, at times, been the one misrepresenting.

What I am discovering is that in the absolute upside down way of things, the more I come face to face and heart to heart and soul to soul with the utter complexity of being human, and living in brokenness, the wider my lens becomes to see a vision of simplicity

I can sit with joy and peace with me - forever- knowing that no one else experiences beauty the exact same way I do . I can hold this beautiful treasure within my spirit.

I have the opportunity to dance with a Great Someone and be caught up in a Dance with Something much larger than myself.

Waiting is not lazy or inactive. Rather, perhaps, waiting is the hardest and the most strenuous work one’s soul will ever do.

I ask in this song, “when will this veil be removed?” This question represents a longing for something more . . . To live completely, without inhibition, in a life fully immersed in God’s Presence . . . For all barriers to be removed, to truly see.

The reality is, the veil has already been removed. Access to the fullness of God’s presence and visions and true seeing is available.

I long for true seeing in the spiritual realm, the thin space where faith becomes sight and all promises are fulfilled.

Not only do I not like to be alone, but sometimes I feel lonely, even when I am surrounded by people. I struggle with feeling misunderstood and not quite like I fit. The more I talk to people the more I realize that there are many of us who feel that way. If that’s you, you are my people, and I see you.