Stronger

Poetry

I no longer have to apologize

To the world for my every mistake

And seeing where I’ve gone wrong

No longer causes me to break

I don’t like it and I’d rather be perfect

But I’ve yet to find one who is

Thank the Lord He is gracious

That He sees, knows and forgives

Guilt and fear are getting weaker

While strength is taking their place

It’s not Your will to live in shame

But to walk in confidence and grace

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Where Do you Run?

Poetry

Where do you run when your heart is searching?

I’ve looked to friends

Looked to family

Looked to religion

Looked to destiny

I’ve played nice

I’ve taken revenge

I’ve taught peace and love

I’ve found my zen

They all lead me back 

To the same dead end

In my heart, in my mind

When I give things to You

You change them

You change me

And You become the only One

I ever want to run to 

Again

At Your Door

Poetry

Certain things I’ll never understand 

And some of them cause me pain

But when I place them in Your hand

They never quite feel the same

The sting is dulled, hope gets brighter

Faith feels renewed and restored.

So I’ll keep placing life in Your hands

And keep my torn heart at Your door

Hebrews 4:16

Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

Above

Poetry

You are above my emotions, above all that I think or feel.

My future is not dictated by my circumstances, but by your will.

Elevating my beliefs to your truths requires turning away from lies

Lies that say life’s only goal is reaching self satisfaction

That all must be well around me before following through with godly action

Earthly troubles are my perimeter, all that my earthly eyes can see

Looking beyond to the heavenly is what You are asking of me.

Scripture says your ways are above mine and your thoughts are not as my own

That You surpass all understanding, that You sit on your royal, heavenly throne.

This earthly plain I so clearly see.

Let me leave it behind to rest beside Thee.

Give Thanks 

Poetry

Grateful for trials 

For hard times and growth

Grateful for treasures

For pleasures, for both

Grateful that falling

Finds wings to take flight

Grateful the valley

Gives way to great heights

1 Thessalonians 5:18

Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.

A Cross to Bear

Poetry

The trial I want You to remove

Is the one You’re asking me to face

The longing I’m trying to fill

You want to suffice by Your grace

I see You up ahead

Asking me to carry my cross

Telling me Your burden is light

And Your joy surpasses all loss

Matthew 11:28-30

28“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Guidance

Poetry

Sometimes you need to walk awaySometimes you need to stay

Sometimes you need to understand

Sometimes you need to turn away
Sometimes you need to open up

Sometimes you need to raise your shield

Sometimes you need to push on

Sometimes you need to stop and be healed. 
There is a time and a place for every move

Lord give us the wisdom to know which to choose.
Make our steps light 

Keep our hearts pure

As we navigate each day

May we with kindness endure

Heavy

Poetry

Ouch!  Like I said before, I’m going through some of my older writings and this one struck me as so heavy.  It, to me, paints a picture of a heavy laden, burdened heart, seeking answers and relief during a season of struggle

Passing by in songs of silence

I watch You work behind the scenes

Questions and doubts about this tapestry painted

Looking to see beyond the fog

 

Answers lingering here and there

Reality mixed with fiction, what is true?

Longing for the days my memory clings to

When I knew You, the You I could fathom

 

But, now sin enters the picture and doesn’t leave

It’s always hanging around

Spurring burdens on my heart

How does this fit into the picture?

 

I am waiting, learning and asking for You

I feel that my heart has some heavy needs

I’ll write down what I feel I’ve learned

And ask You again to take the lead.

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Within the Waiting

Poetry

He stirs everything within me

Answers fade away leaving me with nothing

I look up, You are there, watching and knowing

My old ways aren’t working, my methods useless

So, I let You work.

Working away in this heart and head

To Produce fruit, Spirit-led

My selfish nature will not be fed

I cling to Your spirit for life

To journey with You is not to arrive

But to watch, to trust and

To find peace within the waiting.

Give Him Praise

Poetry

The good news is things have been going pretty well lately.  There’s no chaos, drama or pain.  The bad news is I do most of my writing during difficult seasons.  😉  Soooo, I’m going to re-post a few oldies while I re-kindle my inspiration.  🙂

Should there be any comfort in Christ

By His blood, should we be saved.

Should His arms ever hold us tight,

Then let us give Him praise.

 

Should our failures ever meet His grace

Should our tears be wiped away

Should our hope be restored again

Then let us give Him praise.

 

Should our lives reflect His name

Should we be rescued from our shame

Should He speak to our hearts each day,

Then Let us give Him praise.

Redeemer

Poetry

You’ve given me freedom

A space to be me

It’s so what I’ve needed

To not live in guilt, to be free

Within these boundaries

You direct me in grace

Bringing healing and change

With every glimpse of your face

1 Corinthians 13:12

For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

Trust You not Me

Poetry

There are times we come to a place

Where a decision needs to be made

Our natural self leans a certain way

But You tell us to stop and wait

Past my inklings

Past instinct

Past impulsiveness

There’s your voice I think
When I don’t follow me

But I wait and trust in You

You give me the answers

And show me what to do
Psalm 23:1-6
1  The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.

2  He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,

3 he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.

4  Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

5  You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.

6  Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

A Word on Grief

Poetry

Please tell me there will be

another season around the bend

Tell me this heartache

will come to an end

 

So far its ceasing

has come and gone

And quickly reappears

before too long

 

Most may think

I should have already moved on

Truth is, I have.

But the pain’s still not gone

 

Matthew 5:4

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Revelation 21:4

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

Psalm 34:18

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Silence

Poetry

Since I love to talk about all the good things You do

I should be open and honest about the harder times too

 

Like when You seem nowhere to be found

When Your face is hidden and I don’t hear a sound

 

I search for inspiration, a heavenly word

But nothing comes, not one word is heard

 

In silence I wait for You to reveal my next move

For it’s here I’m prepared to get a message from You.

 

1 Kings 19:12

And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.”

On Forgiveness

Poetry

There’s something in my way

And I think I know what it is

As much as I love the idea

I really don’t want to forgive

Forgiving feels impossible

To my injured pride and heart

But maybe You will help me

It’s at least a good place to start

Lord take my injuries

My offenses and pain

Hold them with You on the cross

Where You already took our blame

And the pain I’ve caused others

Hold it there with You

You truly forgave me

Now help me to do that too

Show us how to love like You

Matthew 18:21-22
21Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?”

22Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.

Blind Spots

Poetry

I have a few blind spots

Where my vision’s unclear

I look and I squint

Still clarity is not there

Strength here is gone

Self will won’t heal my sight

These are the places 

I must surrender the fight
I must surrender my will

In the places I can’t see

And trust there’s a Savior

Looking out and caring for me
John 9:10-11

10 “How then were your eyes opened?” they asked. 11 He replied, “The man they call Jesus made some mud and put it on my eyes. He told me to go to Siloam and wash. So I went and washed, and then I could see.”

2 Corinthians 12:8-10
8Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

This Path

Poetry

When I feel led by You

I have to follow through

Despite what others may say

It may sound foolish

The path I choose

But I’m following it anyway
I won’t do this perfectly
I’ll deny You 

and I’ll fall
But this is the way 

I want to go

This path is worth it all
John 10:27
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.

Beautiful You

Poetry

I’ve been a beggar

A thief, a liar at war

An addict, pathetic

Unable to take any more

I’ve been arrogant

Proud, a heavenly soul

Following the rules

Perfecting my show
I’ve been in love and lust

Unable to focus or see

Distracted by beauty

High, soaring and free
I’ve known poverty, loss

Lived without a home

Caused pain and grief

Been lost and left alone
I’ve had all the answers 

Thought the rules didn’t apply

I’ve blamed everyone else

And lived a disguise
I’ve been fragile, insecure

Done things wrong and had regret

I’ve gained confidence

Had successes, a love I won’t forget.
These colors, these chances

These dances full of grace

Designed for each one of us

To help us somehow see His face
Each life custom ordered

With specific trials and tests

Meant to teach us, help us learn

So we can then turn and teach the rest
Don’t hide who you are

Or the trials you’ve been through

It’s made you who you are

Imperfectly beautiful you 💗

Romans 5:3-5

3 Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4 perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5 And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.

1 Corinthians 9:22

“To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all people so that by all possible means I might save some.”

A New Home

Poetry

Then He took my hand

And led me far away

He tended to my wounds

He taught me how to pray

And when an opportunity came to go

I didn’t want to leave

I had fallen in love with this resting place

Where He showed me freedom and peace

So we agreed I could stay!

This was now my new home

Living with Him at my side

With no more need to roam

Psalm 147:3

He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.

Unfaithful

Poetry

What part of You should I write of today?

The way You raise Your hand to stop me when I’m going the wrong way?

Or the blessings You shower down to remind me You love me and are here to stay.

How about the confidence You bestow when everything else is on shaky ground

Or the Hope you instill when no tangible reason to hope can be found

Yes those are all great. But I think there is  still another favorite I should proclaim.

When I told You I may never be faithful, You gently grabbed my hand and said “I know” and kept loving me anyway. 

2 Timothy 2:13

If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny Himself.

Fighting for the Underdog

Poetry

Ugh, brokenness

It’s all around

Inside, outside

Upside down

She’s wrong, he’s right

Whoever you hear first

May pull you

To their side of the fight

But don’t rush in

Everyone has a side

Each their own perspective

Not 100% wrong or right

Look at every angle

Seek to understand

For tomorrow, it might be you

In their place, needing a hand

No, it’s not that simple

There’s real hurt, there’s pain

But let’s try not to add to it

Seek to forgive, not to blame

Proverbs 18:17
In a lawsuit the first to speak seems right, until someone comes forward and cross-examines.

Spiritual Misfit

Poetry

I feel like a spiritual misfit because I refuse to conform

I don’t want to look like everyone else or be the norm

 

I like to dine with sinners and with them feel most at ease

I don’t want to reject or condemn, judging steals my peace

 

I don’t want to walk the walk and talk the talk to belong to our church club

I just want to know Jesus and let that be enough.

The “spiritual misfit” phrase I stole from Brant Hansen.  He invited people to send him their ideas on the topic so this is the poem I wrote in response to that.  (Want to make sure I give him credit for the phrase/idea and inspiration for the poem!)

Jericho

Poetry

I walked up and down the wall 

Seeing if my hammer would chip away

I said “it’s not working Lord!”

He whispered “Let me lead the way”

Pray as you walk the wall each day

Don’t fear the giants inside as you go

Keep marching and believing me

Stop looking at Jericho

No strength of man can beat this

So do as I say each day 

Take your trumpet and your prayers

The wall will crumble when I say

Walk silently around the wall each day

Ignore their sneers as you go

Look and listen to only me

Stop looking at Jericho

No matter how big the giants are

They are not comparable to me

Do as I say and keep walking

And I’ll send you the victory!

Hebrews 11:30

It was by faith that the people of Israel marched around Jericho for seven days, and the walls came crashing down.

Humility

Poetry

I am frozen by Your love

Unable to speak or move

When my heart sees

The complexity and truth of You

 

And when I ask You

How it is I’m able to see

You say it’s all my weaknesses

That opened the door for me

 

If I was strong and proud

If I had it all together

I would go about life on my own

And wouldn’t need my Savior

 

But I’m in a weak frame  

And while my past He won’t condone

He still lovingly responds

He who is without sin, throw the first stone

 

1 Corinthians 1:27

But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.

John 8:7

When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”

Matthew 13:15-16

15 …and they have closed their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts, and turn, and I would heal them.’ 16 But blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear… 

 

Confession

Poetry

And then I saw my anger

It was hiding underneath

Mad at injustices, mistreatments

Mad at anything causing grief

Blaming others 

for things I myself do

Really not wanting 

to see the whole truth
Could it be I am guilty too

Of missteps and selfishness

That I’ve deceived myself

By my own self righteousness
Yes it’s been made clear

So I must now confess

I have played a major role

In contributing to my own mess

1 John 1:9

“But if we confess our sins to Him, He is faithful and just to forgive us and to cleanse us from every wrong.”

Discernment

Poetry

My name is discernment

Trust what I reveal and know

I show you the hidden things

You’d otherwise never be told
I show you opportunities for blessing
And how to count sorrow as joy

I whisper God’s wisdom 

Amid this world’s noise
I sense when something new is brewing
When it is time to block an attack

I sense calmness and times to be still

When to move on and when to hold back
I’m a gift, don’t ignore me 

Shut me out or throw me away

Embrace me and listen

I will bless and enrich your day

Pride

Poetry

I just started reading a new book that I already am in love with.  “Unoffendable” by Brant Hansen.  There are several things I’d love to quote already just from the first chapter.  But, I will try not to quote the whole book.  🙂  What I’m writing here is not something I’m preaching to others but something I’m being convicted of myself.  Our pride/ego is a tricky thing.  It has it’s purpose and place but sure knows how to sneak in all the wrong places too.  First my poem, then quotes from the book:

Pride

We need it

And love it

We despise it

And accuse it

When it’s inflated

We feel like a king

When it’s injured

We feel the sting

It is just one piece

And not the whole

So forgive the injury

And let your pride go

 

And now from “Unoffendable”

“We won’t often admit this, but we like being angry.  We don’t like what caused the anger, to be sure; we just like thinking we’ve “got” something on someone.  So-and-so did something wrong, sometimes horribly wrong, and anger offers us a sense of moral superiority.”

And I love this next one,

“I’m me.  I tend to side with me.  My arguments are amazingly convincing to me.”

And finally,

“Anger is extraordinarily easy.  It’s our default setting.  Love is very difficult.  Love is a miracle.”

 

 

Journey Part 2

Poetry

Goodbye my familiar path

Off to the wilderness

I’m going it alone

I’m restored and had my rest.

I’m not what you think of me

I’m not the sum of my mistakes

I’m on a journey and learning

And every now and then I need a break

But my shoes are back on

My laces pulled tight

I’ve loved, lost and been beaten

I’ve forgiven and done right.

Thanks for all the lessons

I’ll see you at the top 

Whatever trial you face on your journey

Don’t give up, don’t stop

The Journey

Poetry

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

Love Like That

Poetry

I know many doubt You are real

I have my doubts too

But when I see something so much bigger than me

I have to believe it is You.
It’s easy to wonder if You really care

When so many things go wrong

But in the midst of troubles I feel Your embrace

And my faith again is made strong
I certainly don’t have all the answers

My faith still wavers from day to day

But You seem to keep showing up

Over and over again proving Your love and grace.

 

Some may say Your kindness is a weakness

Showing such love after You’ve been rejected many times

But You don’t care. You love with abandon.

Letting nothing keep You from this heart of mine.

 

I want to love like that.

A Time for Everything

Poetry

My load has been lifted, my heart has been healed

I feel so much lighter, I’m done with this hill!!

Time to breathe in deep and enjoy some sunshine

Time to relax and look around and relish this time

 

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

   There is a time for everything,

   and a season for every activity under the heavens:

   a time to be born and a time to die,

   a time to plant and a time to uproot,

   a time to kill and a time to heal,

   a time to tear down and a time to build,

   a time to weep and a time to laugh,

   a time to mourn and a time to dance,

   a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

   a time to search and a time to give up,

   a time to keep and a time to throw away,

   a time to tear and a time to mend,

   a time to be silent and a time to speak,

   a time to love and a time to hate,

   a time for war and a time for peace.

 

For Our Good

Poetry

There are certain lessons lost

When walking in the shade

But those learned when scorched

Are quickly not to fade

I wish I could learn 

Just as well on easy days

But my stubborn heart says no 

I will always find another way

I’m so glad You are stronger

Than my resistance, my pain

That You will use all this time

Still for my growth and gain.

Romans 8:28
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.

Troubles

Poetry

You use pain to show me your healing

You use weakness to show me your strength

You use sadness to show me your joy

So rain down your will on me today.
How can I complain when trials come,

when they open my eyes to your face

Every disappointment

throws me in your arms

So rain down more troubles today.

Turn

Poetry

You do offer strength

And Your call is strong

You’ve asked me to choose

Right over wrong

But what if I don’t

What if I go the wrong way

Would you love me the same

Would I stay in Your grace

Could I love You from there

Would my vision be strained

Would You still hear my prayers

Or would everything change?
2 Chronicles 7:14-15

If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land. Now my eyes will be open and my ears attentive to the prayer that is made in this place.
Corinthians 3:16

But whenever someone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away.

Your Junk is Worse

Poetry

My junk isn’t as bad as yours

I’m comfortable in mine,

I’m familiar with every crumb

It’s been here all my life

But when I see yours, 

My goodness what a mess!

You should really clean that up

Keep working, try your best.

See all my junk has a reason 

An explanation for every hurt

A story behind every bruise

But I’m comfy in my dirt.

But to me, yours has no reason

I wasn’t there and didn’t see

I don’t understand your mess

So your junk looks worse to me.
Luke 6:31

Do to others as you would like them to do to you.

Matthew 7:1-5
Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged.

And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying to your friend, ‘Let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,’ when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.

He is Sufficient

Poetry

Sometimes all you want to do is fix it.  You want relationships to mend, illnesses to heal and circumstances to change.  You want a miracle.  But a miracle doesn’t come, the relationship doesn’t mend and the illness doesn’t heal.  And you are left in the wake of unwanted circumstances that seem to have no chance of recovery and your footsteps are heavy as you walk and wait for an answer.  And the Lord says these are the times His grace is sufficient.

My grace is sufficient in your pain

My grace is sufficient in death

My grace is sufficient in your weakness

My grace is sufficient in brokenness.

My purpose for you will still be accomplished

although it doesn’t look the way you think it should

My purpose will supersede your desires

I’ll work this all out for your good.

Proverbs 3:5-6

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.”