Monday, April 29, 2013

rising wild

i am a rare creature. i am a thing of wonder, a thing of push and pull and inhale exhale repeat repeat without even thinking.

it's the little and the simple parts of me combining to create something greater, something that even i cannot explain. something glorious and dangerous and precious that pushes on the edges of the world and reaches past to twist among the stars.
"'you,' he said, 'are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world 
and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.'"
:: emilie autumn 
but that's what growth is. it's pain, it's the push of life to emerge from beneath the thick rich-scented earth to burst through green and bright and full of promise.

a friend wrote two Aramaic words that rang in my soul for days after. talitha cumi. and i couldn't help but ponder these words and the Man that said them soft into the ear of a little girl whose breath had left her altogether. and then it came back. because He spoke it so. 

and that is the power of the cry of arise spoken by the One who vanquished storms with a word. they were simple words, familiar to the ear but strung together in a way that was far more foreign than it ought to be. it sinks wonder into my heart, but why? why should life returning at the word of the Son be anything but expected, but known, but anticipated with bated breath?

so i tie a string around my finger and remember.

this world is not where i belong, my hunger is for another place. a place where the wild and the wonder are the common and the expected, where the wind is the Breath of the Most High and the sun pales in the light of the One who spoke before time was ever born.

because i am the wild one, the daughter of more than grace, but of Water and Bread and Blood. a rare thing, a real thing.

:: rising


  1. canNOT wait for eternity physically with Jesus! so grateful that my spiritual eternity has already begun...

  2. Dear Rachael
    Yes, you are a rare creature! When your Pappa God created you he painted a unique set of stripes on the tips of your fingers that makes you the only one with that set of fingerprints. Even grains of sand have each its own different form. Such is the scope of His creativity!

  3. Beautiful post! Stopping by from SDG, Blessings!

  4. YES. we are made for more than this. ARISE. :) love you. e.

  5. I am waiting, longing for that "other place." Enjoyed your music, too.


I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon