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My life began before the mirror of repentance and I always treasure that terrible place. It is the door opened to the heavens, and the One who reigns from there stoops down to my low place and sups with me. And I love Him.
My life has been an adventure of God’s dream, beyond any fantasy I could have imagined. For me, this has proved utterly true:
“Things which eye has not seen and ear has not heard,
And which have not entered the heart of man,
All that God has prepared for those who love Him.”
1 Corinthians 2:9 NASB
I could not have planned a more un-ordinary life! Simply in knowing God, I entered a Life eternal, not possible, not makeable.
Abba’s gift of existence is abundant and costly, fascinating and mundane.
The sole adventure of this life is discovering God through all situations – from the kitchen sink to the Eiffel Tower. The privilege of meeting His precious children, near and very far, and even colliding with His hidden enemies. This is living on the cusp! And I love it.
My calling is to write and publish the wonders He unfolds, down to the bones of reality in poetic prose. Something I could not do, didn’t want to do, and never imagined being called to do!
But in my yes to His yes, I discovered I AM a writer and always have been. “Why and how?” I asked. In His all-knowing wisdom, my Lord said, “A writer is not a writer; a writer is a thinker and you have always been a thinker.”
He pointed back in time to that small child of 5, gazing at the soft Tennessee hills I could see, and the beyond, which I couldn’t. Too young to imagine, I could only watch, captured by the mystery of the unseen and unknown on that other side.
And then I looked at that lone girl of 9 – never lonely – exploring the forests of Georgia with her German Shepherd, carrying the sandwich my Baba made for my long day of timeless goings. So it was she sent me off and smiled her fearless pleasure on my free roaming spirit.
A writer is an explorer, an inquisitive soul and a pondering heart. Writing comes from living and watching. Expression doesn’t come out of a vacuum but from bold curiosity and intense listening. Suffering alongside wonder.
Writing is merely the archeological report of treasure dug out by sweat and dirt. This is who I am…and was formed to be.
Life with Christ Jesus is a poem.
His light and beauty fill the deepest holes in my being and the darkest hours of suffering alongside Jesus in His dangerous rejections. I have missed no aspect of a full-orbed life, discovering this exquisite God in three separate, unified Persons.
“God, the lover. Jesus, the loved. Spirit, the loving.”1
International travel, marvelous family of believers, intrigues as deadly as fiction, the bliss of His unfailing commitment to me…and to mine. These reveal my amazing Triune God. This is a forever life. We of His strange idea, were never destined for mediocrity nor monotony. We are discovered through pressure, shaped by awe and introduced to the magnitude of a life of earth-shaking potential.
And maybe this is my burning passion from being captured by Jesus – compelled and propelled by His Love – that every one of you, His dear children, His dreamed-of family, would step into His Blessed Will for every second of every day…to crash into the immovable LORD—Jesus Christ. Then to settle down into your true and amazing New Self, wherever you land. And that you would vitally live your unique, one-of-a-kind adventure, for which you were destined from before time and for all of time.
I am living this glorious, out-of-control, ship-afloat life. While I am challenged to my shaky core, I well know that a Divine and perfect Order is at the helm of my destiny. I am just a passenger in Christ’s journey, the voice and vessel of Another. So joyfully I rest on the sure Anchor that I am safe held to the other shore…in spite of me.
“We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into
the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone…”
Hebrews 6:19-20a ESV
1 St. Augustine described the Trinity as the Lover, the Beloved, and Love Himself.