tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59476262287556727222024-03-20T15:38:49.687-07:00Muse and the Queen Honey BeeWelcome to my Blog where I aim to give authentic Voice to my journey/story of faith, doubt, hope, joy, sorrow, GRACE, questions, exploration, struggle, triumph, failure, and, I hope, success ;)
Please join me and swap stories and tales and 'share the load' down the 'road of life'D. Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009854709962353605noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947626228755672722.post-22949605249991663462012-02-17T21:27:00.000-08:002012-02-17T21:27:43.059-08:00An Open Letter To God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear God,
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I have spent my entire
life knowing about you and knowing you on some degree and level... yet,
half-way through this journey I feel the most estranged from you as
though we are virtual strangers. We had one of those deep childhood
friendships that has faded and become distant as the years have passed
by.
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As is so often the case
with you, paradoxically, I simultaneously have never been so
intimately aware of your constant presence. You are closer than my
skin, you flow through my veins, you sit deep within. You promised me
years ago that you would never leave me or forsake me you would never
leave me orphaned. And I know that I know that I know, that you have
made this a deep, irrevocable reality between you and I.
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So why this feeling of
such distance, like we need to get to know one another again. I feel
like we need to start over again from scratch, yet because we have been
so close and you and I are really quite intimate, I am at a loss how to
begin again... do I initiate, or do you?
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Will it be a matter of
me reading my Bible, going back to Church, risking my sense of feeling
unsafe and vulnerable in a world that devalues me because I am female,
plain and simple. Dismissed because in your Word there are passages and
stories that seem to be unequivocle in your preference of men over
women.
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You made my
femininity visible and undeniable. It is the tenor of my voice, in the
curves of my hips and the breasts upon my chest. Even if you covered me
with a veil and only let my eyes show, they are unmistakably feminine.
You gave me womb. You made me bleed and then you decreed that that very
bleeding was unclean and it was shameful. You created me second
and then instilled a sense of first fruits and first borns, and
especially first born boys, were 'all that!' From the Fall you gave
preferential option to the males.
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You gave yourself
male names, male identities, pronouns, and when you became incarnate,
you gave yourself a penis, not a womb...
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I know that I am angry
with you. Very. I cannot believe what you have allowed to occur in this
world, towards your daughters. And by allowing the hatred and the
dismissal and the violence and the gendercide, you have imprisoned your
sons as well.
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I just want to ask, "Why?"
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What has it
accomplished. What beauty has arisen from these ashes, or are we all
collectively holding our breath waiting for Grace to unleash and unveil
the long awaited masterpiece.
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All I know, is my heart
is broken. I feel small and alone and hurt and silenced. I feel scared
and lost and lonely. I don't know how or what or why to speak anymore.
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I ache for the days when I was so sure.
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When I felt called and empowered and heard, and understood.
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I long for the days when I was so SURE that you HAD called me and you did want my voice.
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Now.
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Now I am not so sure.
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And even though you
flow through my veins, you no longer flow through my words and that
leaves me asking who I am and who we are together.
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Do I need to forgive you? Have I have wronged you in my anger, and need to apologize? Will that move us forward?
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Will it unleash my heart and my words that have been silenced...
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Silenced by me, or you, or by the hateful and prejudiced views in your church...or all three?
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I don't like this
silence and uneasy days between us. I love your presence and love you
more than I can express for your closeness and never-ending love as I
struggle. Just give me something, anything to hold onto these days, as I
wait for the silence to end...or to learn to live in the silence with
dignity and grace.
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I wait for you as a deer pants for water...
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Your daughter,
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Deborah Hannah
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</div>D. Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009854709962353605noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947626228755672722.post-53779098413994095872011-11-28T22:53:00.000-08:002011-11-28T22:53:07.366-08:00For Christmas: I Want the Super Hero Power to Halt Time...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSdRkyIfVL0UHvQKfdQAXs9WHgNExG3ATfCh1zCMJPqVRMDJBOFDdxvK40yao_eyteT9Dr3Rv8bcmOGb6tYl-V7UTHYzDGGmheRiIUP0IP9UuimsL9HDPbL7Z1R_60OCoQXG-VX2tThgY/s1600/June+19th+Duck+Race+day+158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSdRkyIfVL0UHvQKfdQAXs9WHgNExG3ATfCh1zCMJPqVRMDJBOFDdxvK40yao_eyteT9Dr3Rv8bcmOGb6tYl-V7UTHYzDGGmheRiIUP0IP9UuimsL9HDPbL7Z1R_60OCoQXG-VX2tThgY/s320/June+19th+Duck+Race+day+158.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I long for the ability to halt time and stand in the stillness and savor the sights and smells and people and<br />
the moment<br />
to be able to linger <br />
in a space and time without it racing on<br />
the luxory to soak in the experience, especially the mundane<br />
the everyday ones that blend together and get lost in their sameness.<br />
To choose <br />
when to let it all begin again...<br />
when the full penetration of the sensations, emotions, memories have saturated the body and mind...<br />
to live<br />
to learn to relish and not relinquish<br />
to give everything<br />
to hold nothing back while holding on with absolutely everything that is<br />
to be completely abandoned in total awareness</div>D. Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009854709962353605noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947626228755672722.post-2746751646880905152011-08-29T18:45:00.000-07:002011-08-29T18:45:35.340-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><div class="actorName actorDescription" data-ft="{"type":2}"><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=718540930" href="https://www.facebook.com/d.hannah.listoehill"><br />
</a></div><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Please check out my guest post on Caleb Wildes Blog: Confessions of a Funeral Director Working at the Crossroads of this World and the Next<br />
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Where God goes when it rains?<br />
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Have you ever wondered<br />
Why the Silence echoes its quiet refrain?<br />
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Have you ever wondered<br />
Where the Doorway to Heaven opens when you're all alone?<br />
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Have you ever wondered<br />
How there is never an answer when your prayers could fill a tome?<br />
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Have you ever wondered<br />
If Love is warm, why am I so cold?<br />
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Have you ever wondered...<br />
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Have you ever wondered<br />
In silence<br />
Alone<br />
Through streaming tears<br />
And aching heart<br />
With waning faith<br />
Straining faith<br />
Breaking heart...<br />
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Have you ever wondered<br />
Where God goes <br />
When it rains?<br />
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I have walked with God on an intimate level for over 20 years and still I continually struggle with my image of God and 'knowing' how that image shapes me as a Child of God. The Bible is very clear in the images of God as He, Him, Spirit, Father, King, Ruler, Son, Master, etc., but feminine images are harder to come by, and when they are alluded to, it seems it is just that, an allusion. <br />
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As a woman, a Created Being that the Bible tells me was created in God's image; I yearn on a <br />
very primitive level, a primeval level, to meet the God I resemble. I desire a mirror in God <br />
of myself, of an image that reflects a definitive Feminine Divinity that validates me, that <br />
validates my existence, not just as a person, but as a woman, as female, created in the image <br />
of God. I do not want to recreate God for myself. I do not seek after a goddess. I want,no,I need God to reach down through the Word and show me how I am feminine in the image of God the <br />
Feminine. The image of the Masculine Divine is not an image that speaks to my deep inner <br />
“created in the image” being. It leaves me feeling outside, like I am on the wrong side of a <br />
one-way mirror or like I am an interloper in the All Men's Club. </div><br />
I do not want to throw out the image of the Masculine God. I do not want one image to dominate or discount. I want a God that is big enough to be Both. <br />
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I need my Heavenly Father. I rely on Him. I pray to Him. I love Him. I worship Him. I love His <br />
Son, my Saviour and dearest Friend. I rejoice that the Spirit of God is always with me, that I was not left orphaned. But I feel a deep emptiness and a profound sense of loss without a Mother. I need a Whole God. And just to be perfectly clear, I am not suggesting a Fourth <br />
Person of the Trinity. I ache to know that God is more than just the Male and that somehow I <br />
need to adjust myself and make myself fit. <br />
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I am not male. I do not understand the male mind or emotions or drives or needs or wants. I do not have the capacity to be both male and female, and it tears at my soul that the onus is put on me to understand a Male Divine and shape myself to Him, when it is physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually impossible for me to do so. But the Creator, when creating Humans <br />
made them male and female in the Image of God. God IS big enough to be Both and in that very <br />
statement in Genesis, God declares that God IS Both!<br />
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The other night, I was crying out for a revelation of God, to answer the question,” God, who <br />
are you?" I have been on a long journey that has consumed more than four years of my life, <br />
full of incredible struggles and God's silence and my own (almost)loss of faith and it has <br />
nearly broken me...but God is faithful and kind and abounding in steadfast mercy. <br />
<br />
Eden and Brad Jersak have written a beautiful book called <u>Rivers from Eden 40 days of <br />
intimate conversation with God. </u>In it they share their journey of learning to ask God a <br />
pointed question and waiting in eager anticipation for God to reveal the answer through <br />
"listening prayer." I picked this book up and began reading it, and decided, "Why not try it, <br />
maybe tonight is the night, maybe tonight God will meet with me here."<br />
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So when I asked God, "Who are you?” I was not sure what to expect. I was literally trembling <br />
with fear, for what if God chose once again to answer my plea with the Silence of Heaven. What <br />
would be my response? Would I be able to handle a non-answer? But immediately I had a sense <br />
and 'saw' a scene of me sitting on the Father's Lap in the Throne Room. This was a very <br />
familiar image for me, as over the years I have often 'sat'on the Father's lap ( in prayer). It has always been a good place to be. I cried with relief and with deep grief, regret, sorrow and contrition. Four years of hardship poured from me to the Father, but as soon as the first <br />
burst of emotion ceased I became restless and agitated. I was not comfortable or at ease 'sitting'on the Father's Lap. I wanted off, I needed to get away. Yet I had come to God for an answer, and was loathe to let my emotions stop me. Instead I chose to ask God what was <br />
happening to me. Why was I so undone when what I wanted most was to be in His presence and <br />
have His love surround and uphold me?<br />
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I felt God impressing upon me the memory of the awe and fear that I had felt as a child <br />
towards my earthly father. I admired and loved my father, and he was (is) a wonderful warm, <br />
loving and tender man. Yet, he was DAD. He was large and male and just his bearing was enough <br />
to strike fear of his discipline into my heart. It was a healthy fear, but fear none-the-<br />
less.<br />
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Then another memory, a distant almost surreal memory flooded my mind and heart. It is probably <br />
my earliest memory. I am curled on my mother's lap and she is singing me a lullaby. I am <br />
wrapped in a blanket and it is dark and warm and close. I am loved. Completely. Totally. I am <br />
safe. I am complete. As this memory wrapped me in its completeness, I 'saw'the hands of God <br />
change. One became the hand of a woman, and then the entire essence of God changed. The <br />
hardness and roughness changed to softness and gentle curves. Then God pulled me close as a mother nursing her child and held me tight, snug, secure. As I relaxed into the Gentleness of God, I felt all the anxieties and worries and heartache of these last four years ease away. <br />
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And the healing tears flowed and flow again as I write this. Then God picked me up and laid me on Her shoulder and stroked my hair and caressed my cheek with Her own and held me cheek to <br />
cheek and heart to heart. The answer to my query, "Who are you?” came with each stroke of Her <br />
hand upon my head, "I AM your Mothering God."<br />
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In my darkest hours, in my neediest moments, when my soul is crying out from deep to Deep, it <br />
is a Mother that I cry out for, a Mother that I long to have hold and comfort me. In the <br />
natural wild that God, in infinite wisdom created, it is the mother that fights tooth and nail for her offspring. It is the mother that willingly sacrifices and teaches and nurtures and <br />
feeds and cares and gives her all for her young. I want that Mother-God caring and fighting for me. I want a Mothering God that would die that I might live. I want a Mothering God that <br />
would stand between me and the enemy and take the blows and the hurt and the wounds, while I <br />
am safe in the den. I want a Mothering God that longs to gather me under Her wings and hold me <br />
safe and near and warm. <br />
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God heard the cry of my heart and answered my prayer. My heart and my soul rest in the revelation of this complete God. I have come home! Mothering God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit, <br />
is my joy and my salvation. <br />
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Yet as I rest in this revelation, in this heart-cries' answer, I fear. I fear, not God, but my <br />
fellow Created-in-the-Image-of-God beings. I fear the condemnation, the judgement, the wrath <br />
that this will bring my way. I fear I will be called heretic. I fear I will be labelled liberal and told that I am against all that is Godly and Holy. <br />
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I will be told to acquiesce to the image of He, Him. I will be told to create myself in the <br />
image of God the Male. <br />
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But my heart, because of this one simple meeting between myself and God, will rest for all <br />
eternity in the arms of my Mothering God, and there, in perfect love, fear is cast out.<br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Highway rides on</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Swallowed by the miles</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Stretching a horizon away</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Speak, cry out loud</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">The Voice responds in haste</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Faster than miles fly</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Words to comfort</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Words of rebuke</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Words for life</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Stomach roils, mind rebels</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Hills and curves pass by</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Familiar yet so new</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Eyes that See</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Ears that Hear</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Soften hardened hearts</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Trees and crops</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Green and alive</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Wind blown and free</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Cry of the Joy</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Shout the Peace</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Of a Love so Free</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Not mine</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Not yours</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Ours</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Stop sign looms</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Turn right or turn left</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Destination so clear</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Let go of the fear</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Embrace the One</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Who Faithfully steers</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333399;">Arrive on time</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Peace sustains</span><br />
<span style="color: #333399;">Day glorious long</span></div>D. Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009854709962353605noreply@blogger.com0