Wednesday, June 16, 2010


I recently sent this message to the team. I feel that these lyrics do a great job of portraying a Father who will take us no matter how bad the situation and will STILL welcome us to sit with Him at his table. I wrote this to the team but I think it applies to all of us. I'm honored to know each of you and even more honored that you would take the time to read anything that I have to say.

Wounded and Forsaken

I was shattered by the fall

Broken and forgotten

Feeling lost and all alone

Summoned by the King

Into the Master’s courts

Lifted by the Savior

And cradled in His arms

I was carried to the table

Seated where I don’t belong

Carried to the table

Swept away by His love

And I don’t see my brokenness anymore

When I’m seated at the table of the Lord

I’m carried to the table

The table of the Lord

Fighting thoughts of fear

And wondering why He called my name

Am I good enough to share this cup

This world has left me lame

Even in my weakness

The Savior called my name

In His Holy presence

I’m healed and unashamed

You carried me, my God

You carried me.

I don’t know what in life has left you broken and crippled. However, I can assure you that we have all felt that way at some point. We come together for this trip with such diverse backgrounds and stories. Yet we ALL have one thing in common….at some point God scooped your crippled figure up into his arms and carried you to His table. He deemed each of you worthy to sit in communion with Him. He carried you through calm and storm and He carried you to here. I’m sorry for whatever things you have had to endure in your lives but am thrilled to have you walking through this next week with me. Please know that I’m always here to listen to your stories, concerns, questions, or otherwise AND I’m always willing to share my life’s journey if you are curious as to what led me here. I certainly don’t stand before you as a leader because I am worthy or because I am blameless. I stand before you because at one point my daddy took pity on this crippled body and so He bent down, scooped me up, and held me close. He then invited me to sit awhile at His banquet table.

1 comment:

Megs said...

love you ash. praying for you next week and wishing i could come.