Crimson Letters 02/16/2010
 The binding, cracked and faded, finds its place upon her knee. Her hand rests gently atop the open pages of her Beloved's Word; pages wearing thin. Crimson letters promise better times, hope wrapped in parables and in rhyme. Softly pressed into the sky, her right hand praises the One Most High. Her heavy heart is healing more with every Truth revealed. More hurt will surely come, and she will praise Him still. Silently Unfurled 02/15/2010
Sometimes I disappear. Enveloped by the unknown. Hidden from sight and mind; impossible to find. Swallowed by my solitude. Deep inside myself. Tucked away from the world; silently unfurled. Way Back When{sday} :: But the Waves 01/20/2010
 What have I left But the waves of doubt of guilt of remorse How fitting now Since you left so coldly so unmistakably so readily I'm alone again Without you without a will without a friend But the waves the waves call to me the waves reach for me the waves cover me and carry me home I wrote that four years ago. Most days, the pain is mercifully kept at bay. We have such a loving Father, to heal us that way. Sexual, emotional, physical, mental, verbal--abuse tears at the spirit. Broken to bits over the years and miraculously put together again. Once, I found peace in the fact that I wouldn't live forever. Now my peace lies in the eternal life given me in Christ. Way back when my heart was breaking, it wasn't my life I considered taking. God had a plan for me, way back when the world began, that He's fulfilling. God has a plan for you, and He can fill you, too! Don't take my word for it; take His! "In Christ we have also obtained an inheritance, having been destined according to the purpose of him who accomplishes all things according to his counsel and will, so that we, who were the first to set our hope on Christ, might live for the praise of his glory. In him you also, when you had heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and had believed in him, were marked with the seal of the promised Holy Spirit; this is the pledge of our inheritance toward redemption as God's own people, to the praise of his glory" (Ephesians 1:11-14 NRSV). Before and After {poetry style} 12/11/2009
I wrote my first poem twenty years ago. Sure, I had scribbled out a rhyme in class or painstakingly worked on a Haiku or two for homework. Pouring my emotions into words that didn't have to make sense to anyone else, this was new. I was eleven and awkward and goofy and unsure of myself like any fifth grade girl with older sisters that ooze beauty and cool. I wasn't sure of myself, but I had the assurance of God and His love for me. Actually, this was the last year of innocence and obedience before my rebellious decade covered and distorted my connection with the Lord. NEVER SEVERED. Hallelujah! We have a faithful Father, SonShine, He never leaves us--He never left me. Still, I couldn't find Him, feel Him, hear Him as I had. After ten years of ignoring and dabbling and drenching in sin, I had lost sight of Hope. Hope wasn't lost, I was. God sought me out, pulled me out, and will keep lifting me out of my own worldliness and He wants to do the same for you--or He already has and still is! Praise God! He loves us, ladies! LOVES US! I had forgotten that. Maybe not on a cerebral level, but spiritual amnesia is the worst kind. Having no clue what God's love feels like when you know you've felt it before can be the loneliest place sometimes. Thank God it's just a stop on the road...even if you begin to fear you've taken up permanent residence in Loneliesburg, the Holy Spirit can relocate you before you've had time to pack up all your extra baggage! It was Christmas time and I was hurting. The world had killed a part of me that year and all I wanted was the goodness of God. I needed counseling. I needed a mother. I needed a dad. I needed my Father...that I had and I held tight to Him. The enemy loves the world's way of devaluing our gift in Jesus by placing higher and higher value on the gifts under the tree. That first poem vented my frustration over the commercialism of Christmas. Profound? Not a bit, but the feeling of release had a profound affect on me and I've been writing poetry since. Since the Lord began using my writing for His purpose, the poetry has been blocked for the most part. It's been really hard not having that release, but God is trying to teach me to rely on Him for such things. He is therapy and counsel and release. With all this in mind, I wanted to share a poetry before and after to demonstrate His changing power! Sonshines, our God is waiting around to be gracious to us...even when we can't find Him. He knows where we're at and He knows His plans for us! Keep after Christ and He will allow you to see Him, He promises. That means everything in this wayward world! The Before... Devolution Splintered Wintered Blistered and burned Rendered Hindered Cindered and churned A mere concoction of All that’s been learned Splattered Scattered Battered and worn Shattered Haggard Tattered and torn The sum of all that’s Happened since being born The After... Hope Floats Pounding in my chest expectation anticipation inside and all around Hope floats Hope abounds surrounds drowns all my doubts gone Just knowing I'm going to move on  In Justice 11/15/2009
imagine a life spent knowing your time all the while seeing your fate and loving still all the while knowing the time for betrayal close at heart and at hand envision a sinless man rejected mocked denied killed no retaliation no justice --yet believe His Word will be the last Try to see things differently 11/05/2009
She slips off her coat, swinging it into place, resting on a wall mounted hook, it waits. It awaits the next chance to protect her, to bathe her in warmth during harsh weather. Whoever said chivalry is dead had no imagination, and certainly no greater sense of appreciation. Even an inanimate object gives something of itself, whether it's sitting pretty for all to see or taken from its shelf. Yet man stands out like a sore thumb among this world of giving trees, branches outstretched to provide shade, ready to die for our shelter if need be. Here we are in all of our selfish glory, smiling dumbly as if we're the whole story. The be all, end all, and everything in between, no matter the sad truth that might bring. Alone and grasping at straws of hope, of love, of meaningless passion. Objects holding nothing more than reflections of the latest fashion. If only we'd take the time to look further into that mirror. Looking past ourselves could make our perspective so much clearer. We'd see the beauty in man as we were created and perhaps things such as chivalry wouldn't appear to be outdated. Each thing that touches our lives has a valuable lesson to teach even if it takes a stretch of the imagination to reach. Home in Autumn 09/28/2009
Home in Autumn like no time else warms the soul Anticipation grows as does the chill in the air Longing for the change surpasses the beauty but not the feel of the breeze dead leaves falling from amid the trees Caffeinated Randomness: Poetry Style 08/21/2009
 It doesn't get much more random than digging through the very fragments of one's mind. Therapy and bits, are the words of every poem under the sun. Transformation from a Living God has changed my writing from images of heartache to those of inheritance. I still get that hour-on-a-couch feeling, but now each bit rests in the comforting shade that is only found under the Son. I thought I'd share a glimpse into the fractured psyche that our amazing and merciful Savior is continually delivering me through. I didn't escape without a scratch; He's still pulling me through the wreckage that a lifetime has built. Sometimes God delivers us from the evil and other times He brings us through the flames of Hell itself. He will deliver if we allow Him the chance. Someone needs to know that. Here's just one tiny example of how the Lord radically changes the very way His children view this thing called life. In brokenness, I wrote... This Thing Called Life Turning leaves like pages in some strange book some sad and faded overrated tale from which we can't peel our eyes A train wreck really this thing called life Oh we all want to turn our heads but we just flip the leaves instead God says this of such brokenness... "My servants will sing out of the joy of their hearts, but you will cry out from anguish of heart and wail in brokenness of spirit." Isaiah 65:14 Invest in your relationship with the Lord and know that you can take Him at His Word. Our Father is in the business of turning broken spirits into hearts of joy...and business is booming! Caffeinated Randomness...poetry style 07/24/2009
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