Guest blogger!!!

My BFF from the womb and I have a long history of creativity together. In our younger years it was re-enacting scenes from Wonder Woman on the playground. This evolved into basement rock concerts (lip synced to the incomparable Amy Grant) and then elaborate storylines involving our imaginary boyfriends and work at our high-powered office jobs. In high school we would while away long hours in my bedroom listening to Sarah McLachlan or Toad the Wet Sprocket and pouring out our hearts via both poetry and prose. (Not to toot our own horns but I think we may both have had the honor of being published in both the high school literary mag and/or yearbook. Hang onto those valuable items, fellow classmates.) Our love of writing has not waned and for a long time she, like myself, kept a blog which I thoroughly enjoyed reading. A blog which is now, sadly, defunct, though her love of putting thought into word is not. And so I am happy and proud to give her a place here to voice some of her thoughts. I hope that you will find yourself challenged and encouraged by her as I am. Any feedback, response, etc. that you are so inclined to leave is greatly welcomed. Without further ado, I present to you, Robyn. :)


I had a friend who would call me up once in a while, to tell me she was in the area and wanted to pay a visit. I looked forward to this because we do not get to spend a lot of time together-at least, not quality time. Needless to say, it felt good to know she wanted to hang out, do some catch up- maybe grab a coffee and just be present with one another.

But as soon as she got to my house- I noticed something. We’d be sitting down, getting settled, and basically, the whole time she was with me, she was always thinking about all the things she had to do yet today, the things she was working on for next week and then, sometimes even, lamenting about what happened the week before. I didn’t notice it as much until I started trying to share with her, how I was. Or, to see if she’d even notice my new hair cut, or to see if she’d recognize anything different since months ago – instead, she was so busy spending time with me, but not seeing or hearing me that it was if I really didn’t need to be there at all.

The whole visit ended up being all noise. I realized, the quality of our time was really spent before she even showed up and we were ‘buying’ time instead. I honestly don’t think either of us felt anymore connected than if we hadn’t ever gotten together in the first place and I wondered what our friendship was really based on.

This morning, I sat down like I do for my devotions with the Lord every morning. It happens after I get my babies off to school and I carve out prayer time before I head into my day. But this morning, I had a list of things, concerns, prayer requests and worries for the day. My aunt had just passed a few days ago, my children were anxious about things in their life, I am struggling to just maintain normalcy, whatever that is…and my security in many areas is up for grabs right now. As I was driving back in my mini van- I was actually preparing my ‘prayer’ for the Lord the whole time. He has no idea what is coming to him, I thought.

And I opened up my prayer book to a random chapter-- it said:
Be Present. Be Present with the Lord.

In it, laid a prayer that asked for forgiveness- telling God how we forget so easily that our days are numbered and that he knows already, our past and future and all we have is our present moment. I paused. I quieted myself. I sat before him and said- Father, I am that friend who comes rushing in to your presence and steals every last ounce of goodness to turn it into something I need, I want. I even tried to explain to him, how ignorant I was and stubborn and before I found my mind wandering aimlessly to my prayer list, he told me to hush. Robyn, hush.

After this, I looked before me. I saw a few people gathered in a huddle, praying- non stop. Their words were mumbled, but their hearts were on fire- seeking his attention for their petitions before him. He told me, they’ve been there all day, like this; some of them, for weeks. Then, he widened my view- and before me I saw not just a few but tens, hundreds, thousands of people, praying—crying, presenting their laments, their prayers, their worries, their hurts, their needs for the day, the past, the future---their visions for their future, their castles and their wants. But – he said, to me, not one of them was ‘present’ with him. They were stuck in their heads, asking God to find them instead.

He said my daughter these things go on like this daily. They’re like crying children – you know those children that you can never seem to ‘stop’ ? …. And yes, while I tell my people to always present their prayers and their anxieties to me, I still want you to hear me--- it never stops. Even after they’re answered.

And I looked at myself-trying to hear what he was really trying to tell me with out telling me. And I looked at myself- with my loaded prayers, my ability – to chime in with the rest of em- to add to the chorus of crying children, to be another one – hearts begging, tears flowing. I looked up- for a moment, and saw this beautiful, patience that I had never known before. It sat there, staring back at me. And after I quieted my soul, long enough, to be ‘present’ - I heard my Lord today. I heard what he hears from where he sits and what he may actually desire after he hears our desires day after day after day.

I heard my Lord today. I heard the overwhelming wailing from women across the world, and the military moms who are all praying for their sons, and the never ending cries from the ones who have died and the ones who are being born--- it was humming…it was haunting, it was constant noise in my ears….

He sat there, waiting for my prayer and instead, I opened my voice and what came out was a love song…. I sang the first song that came to my mind--- “I love you Lord…and I lift my voice…to worship you oh my soul, rejoice….take joy my king..in what you hear …. May it be a sweet , sweet sound in your ear….” After this song released, with tears streaming down my face, I realized, in that moment, he had heard me because I heard him. I ask for comfort but I gave comfort – to be a sweet, sweet song in your ears…. He showed me how it was like giving a cool drink of water to someone who had been in the desert, able to go on with out a drink but what an incredible offering when it is available.

I looked back on the people who were praying; who were humming, who were crying and I sang it again, only this time, louder. I sang it, asking, no- begging the people to turn their prayers of worry, and concern into a love song for the Lord.

To be a beautiful praise- a sweet sweet something---in his ears….to please him… a King who already knows our concerns, who already knows our worries. Can we, just – for a moment, give him a break- and worship him? Consider him?

To be present is to know you.

I want to be a sweet, sweet sound in your ears Lord.