Poetry

My Joy

On no one else will I depend

On no one else will my smile bend

My joy comes from within

And when my heart does break

It will also mend

It will not only mend

But grow stronger as it learns

That my peace is a part of me

Not a result of all I observe

No it’s not from my friends

My work or my sacrifice

But from who I am 

And how I interpret this life

Poetry

More

I’ve been told about You 

I’ve seen glimpses yet only a few

In certain seasons, You’ve held me close

Now as I see more, I realize how little I knew

 

You are more than I thought

 

More powerful

More beautiful

More gracious

More unique

 

More unpredictable

More kind

More loving towards me

 

The following is a condensed excerpt from “The Jesus I Thought I Knew” by Philip Yancey

“The more I studied Jesus, the more difficult it became to pigeon-hole him…..He urged obedience to the Mosaic law while acquiring the reputation as a lawbreaker.  He could be stabbed by sympathy for a stranger, yet turn on his best friend with the flinty rebuke ‘Get behind me, Satan!’  He had uncompromising views on rich men and loose women, yet both types enjoyed his company.  One day miracles seemed to flow out of Jesus; the next day his power was blocked by people’s lack of faith.”

Poetry

The Journey

There are some unpaved roads ahead

It looks a little rough

My heart is ready, my water is filled

My soles are a little tough

 

The winds may knock me down

A time or two or three

I may need to stop and rest

I need to remember to breathe

 

But this is what I’m made for

Walking this wilderness

Experiencing life and learning

Becoming my very best