Deep Calls to Deep
Some journeys change you forever. . .
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of His waterfalls;
all His waves and breakers
have swept over me.
Have you felt the call of the deep?
I did.
17 years ago,
8 years after I was born again
as a follower of Jesus. . .
A huge life-change opened up a crack in my life,
where hunger for the deeper ways of God
called me off the beaten path,
to dive
into the depths,
that gave birth to the fruits and the gifts of the Spirit. . .
To search for the LORD
of both the law and the prophets,
the One who breathes life into the written word,
makes it come alive with His Spoken,
who rejoices with you,
weeps with you,
mothers with you,
lingers with you,
walks with you . . . in the cool of the day;
whispers love and stability,
wisdom and counsel,
hope and adventure,
as much as stillness and rest
throughout the day,
everyday . . .
Guides and protects,
heals and holds,
embodies covenant
to the very core of your being,
until you overflow,
in His depths,
not drowning
in your own;
until you step daily into the pause of His Presence,
in quietness and chaos,
a life-giving rhythm
grounded in grace
for both being and doing.
17 years ago I stepped into a River,
whose waters have now gone over me,
baptizing me
with the everyday Presence of Jesus
His boundaries of rest,
fallen in pleasant places for me. . .
His life, pulsating,
now overflowing
into others.
From a cistern once shattered
by time, tradition, trauma,
by bloodlines and borders and beliefs of man . . .
now, to a kintsugi vessel
broken lines overlaid
with the fire of His love
finding great worth
In His eyes.
Being enough
Because I am Beloved.
Jesus, the risen One
the everyday One
my Refuge,
this Tabernacle that David
saw,
felt,
but knew only briefly
now indwelling
from every day till eternity . . .
making the broken,
Beloved
by His proximity.
Welcome to this space
It’s sacred.
It’s slow.
It’s honest, true.
Bold, but kind.
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But if deep calls you deeper
in this space
read on . .
Come Flourish with us!
We know this is not for everyone.
Yes,
There is an ask,
monetary,
small.
.The ask marks
a threshold,
sets apart this space
from the noise of the thoroughfare,
where truth
is traded,
haggled over
as opinion,
and precious vulnerability
is cheap wine, consumed carelessly;
fragmenting the soul,
decimating the mind,
and devastating hearts.
This threshold ask
to flourish
with us,
is a quiet call
to walk differently
to step into sanctuary-space
cultivated carefully
over many, long years;
is an acknowledgement of the bonds of hospitality
that have endured over time and cultures;
is more than a price for admission,
is a marker of choice
to honour
a shadow of covenant cost
where what is shared
is not for consumption,
but communion.
This threshold ask
a promise to hold
Presence,
His,
Yours,
and mine
intentionally.
If you feel the draw,
not the pressure,
if you hear the whisper,
not the worry of missing out,
the faint wonder of the heart,
that is hope,
dreaming a new dream again,
then, stay, a little longer. . .
dwell with Presence and me,
receive reminders,
stories of being the beloved of Jesu
art borne from the Presence,
acts of joy,
from my hand,
and my home,
then, linger a little longer. . .
If not, pass by. . .
parting blessings to you and yours!
Much Peace to you either way . . .
In Him,
Shayani Ann Turko (Nee Fernando)
Mom, Artist and Curator creating sacred places.
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