Poems for my sister.

(me left, her right)

My Best Friend, My Sister

Silent prayers: a million and ten;

 My heart was pleading for a very special friend.

Where is this person whom I can share my heart?

This was my plea from the very start.

"She's out there I know it, I just haven't seen,

And the one God had saved is probably a teen."

But what I hadn't noticed was a thing that was wrong,

My friend was right beside me--she wasn't in Hong Kong!

So why was I waiting for a best friend and a mister?

When right beside me was you: my best friend, my sister.

Oh, how lovely your friendship is to me;

Never would I imagined God would let this thing be!

Do You Remember?

Do you remember the day I would follow you around?

I'd wear all your clothes and all the jewelry I found.

Do you remember the hour I'd run to your room?

I'd admire all your stuff and I'd envy and swoon!

Do you remember all the names you'd call me that morning?

Beans, Pinkerton, Miss Piggy and Georgie!

Do you remember the times we'd act like big meanies,

We'd fight and we'd yell, and we prob'ly called each other weenies.

But the greatest of all was when we declared it to be,

That our friendship was sealed, and it's sacred to me.

My beautiful sister. My forever friend!

"Savor little glimpses of God's goodness & His majesty, 

thankful for the gift of them:

winding pathways through the woods,

a bright green canopy overhead,

and dappled sunshine falling all around."

-Unknown-

"I don't have to explain anything to my sister...

She's one of the few people who can read my heart."

I am so free to be me!

I am so free to be me! by God'sNoella featuring vintage inspired jewelry

"Today you are you, that is truer than true. There's no one alive who is youer than you." -Dr. Suess

Max Lucado said something like...be you because you are the only you there is. If you don't bring it (what you have to offer the world), it won't be brought.

Lord, help me to be the -me- You created. Not the -me- I created.

Oh, sweet New Mexico!

Arizona, I miss you; Yes, I truly do. 

But arriving in my city was the best adventure, too.

Hours and hours in the car was a breeze;

But arriving to my city was a happy bittersweet.

You see, Arizona, your cactus & heat;

Were just what I needed with your oranges so sweet.

But once my eye caught onto my own city town,

I was happy to listen to the joy of that sound.

Those sweet purple mountains, sitting up above,

Was a gentle reminder of the place that I love.

Those happy giant dirt hills were a reminder to me, 

That the sweet New Mexico mountains are really a happy sight to see.

Oh, sweet Arizona.

Off to the place of sweet getaways; 

making memories from a simple taste of days.

Hours of stiff sleeping sleepy-time dreams, 

are what help me to open the getaway me's.

Evergreens stand with their tall bodies still;

Sky's and mountains and sun upon each hill.

Arriving to this place and that place was wild;

Hoping to pick a sweet orange was mild.

I gazed on the one who became my blooded other;

The one who makes tastys, the great chef my brother.

Way deep down under the blue pool of bliss,

Was just as magnificent as a sour lemons kiss.

Then a place of great food which was made in old days,

Let us remember, which I thought in a daze.

Here we were at a shop of the deer,

No room for a pool or a tired girl here.

Two million trees were the sight from the eye;

Simple yet perfect which gave a sweet sigh.

And now it was time to dine in a forest;

The thunder & lightning did not leave us borest.

"Happy Birthday to you," they sang with a smile;

We'll have to cry later, or maybe in a while.

A kiss from the heat on a soft December night,

left me in a dress that was a soft golden white.

Play me that song, that one of the sona;

Come back again, oh sweet Arizona!

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This poem is a little taste of what I tasted in Arizona! Just a few things I experienced & saw.
It was a great trip.
I hope you understand the weird meanings behind the words!

Breath in, breath out

Spring.

New life.

Birth.

The sunrise.

Spring is like the beginning of life. A babies first breath. Everything is new & fresh. 

Wonderful.

Summer.

Once you've experienced the spring, summer is still something new. 

The teen years.

The sun is out & everything is worry free.

No school, no bills.

Autumn.

School has just started! Ugh, now responsibility kicks in & you're stuck to deal with it.

But in the process of life, Autumn is like your middle aged life. 

The trees are dying.
You're getting close to old age.
Everything seems gray & sad for some because winter is nearing. But for others, it's just the beginning.

Winter.
Here you are.
You're no longer in the sweet peace of spring.
You're cold.
Sometimes you are afraid.
Some trees are dying quick.
But some are alive & well!
Winter.

Your winter is just someone else's spring.

*Analogy by my Grama!*

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Comforted by a rod & a staff.

The Lord is my shepherd;

there is nothing I lack.

He lets me lie down

  in green pastures;

He leads me beside

 quiet waters.

He renews my life;

He leads me

  along the right paths

for His name's sake.

Even when I go

 through the darkest valley,

I fear no danger,

for You are with me;

Your rod and Your staff--

 they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me

in the presence of my enemies;

You annoint my head with oil;

my cup overflows.

Only goodness and faithful love

  will pursue me

all the days of my life.

and I will dwell in the house

 of the LORD

as long as I live.

~Psalm 23~

[emphasis added]

From The Journal: A Crown of Beauty

On December 1, I had decided to read through Proverbs the whole month.

They're all about wisdom. 

I wouldn't of guessed that I'd be tested & my prayer would be answered:

"Help me to understand how to be wise." I prayed.

Well God answers prayer, doncha know?

Yesterday, I went to my cousins house. It was a blast!

But that's not the point here. 

The point is that I was being tested.

You see, lately, it's been hard for me to turn down a movie when someone wants to watch it.

I'm talking about worldly movies. And I'm also talking about watching it at home, when it's harder than turning down a movie @ the theater. 

Is that hard for you? How can I say, "No I don't agree with the things they do in that movie"?

It's harder than it sounds.

Especially if you're younger & don't know if they'll think you think you're better than everyone else, or if they'll actually take you seriously.

I felt like I wasn't standing up for what I believe in.

Well, those verses were somethin' else. I can't believe how relevant they were to my situation.

I think God was preparing me. I think He was testing me, & I think He allowed all this to happen.

What the devil meant for harm....

God used for good.

"...when trouble & stress overcome you...they will call to me (wisdom) , but I won't answer...[because they chose] not to fear the Lord." 

-Proverbs 1:27-29-

I didn't fear Him. I feared man.

"Never let loyalty & faithfulness leave you."

-Proverbs 3:3-

I want to be loyal & faithful to God. More than I have been. & in every part of my life.

"Her (wisdom's) ways are pleasant, & all her paths [are] peaceful."

-Proverbs 3:17-

I was anything but peaceful as I sat there hearing blasphemy of God's name. 

"...and your sleep will be pleasant."

-Proverbs 3:24-

No, my sleep last night wasn't pleasant. 

"Keep your way from her ( the forbidden woman)...Don't go near the door of her house. Otherwise, you will give up your vitality to others & your years to someone cruel..."

-Proverbs 5:8-9-

I am not saying that my cousin or anyone else is cruel or at fault for what I do. We all have our own faults.

But I made the mistake for choosing the foolish "woman" instead of the "wise".

When I want to please God & do, I am peaceful & mysleep is sweet. But when I blow it, I am so miserable.

"Carefully consider your path..."

-Proverbs 4:26-

The forbidden woman will ruin my life.

But wisdom, she will give me a crown of beauty. 

(Prov. 4:9)

Me.

Hi there.
Welcome to my corner of imagination!
I'm just a 17 year old who loves to write.
But that's not all I love!
You'll find me cuddled on the top bunk reading a book & eating an apple; outside soaking up some sun as I snap a picture; dreaming; playing my guitar; journaling; or organizing.

I recently discovered that I like to write poetry, so that's what you'll find here.

In short, I'm a young dreamer with mountains to climb, waves to ride, guitars to strum, people to love, memories to make, & chances to take.

p.s. love ya!!

The abc's of Thanks

Today has been such an inspiring day for me in several ways. And I think it'd be a good time to write out all I'm thankful for -- in ABC form!

a) A creative God. I can't tell you how many sunsets, sunrises, moons, stars, trees, clouds, & clouds I've seen that have gone far beyond ordinary. I'm talkin' FAR beyond. (this is 1 of the reasons I've been so inspired)
b.) Banjos.
c.) Cinnamon rolls. Oh, man!
d.) Dandelions.
e.) Energy. I can't say I've exactly had that in a while...
f.) Forests. My favorite!
g.) Grammar...just cuz. (haha, there went that grammar..)
h.) Hair. Long hair, might I add. I want long hair.
i.) Imagination.
j.) Jasmine, my cousin.
k.) Kicking soccer balls around.
l.) Learning new things. (Like, music, cooking, etc)
m.) Music -- hearing it & playing it.
n.) Nicknames. I counted & I have approximately 24 of them. Not kidding.
o.) Oxymorons. They're awfully nice ;)
p.) Parking straight.
q.) Quotes.
r.) Ripples of laugher. The best.
s.) Songs of birds & rain & instruments & laughter & worship. There's one thing I love most about worship, & that's hearing all of God's peoples' voices blending as one, singing to Him. I usually cry when I hear that heavenly noise.
t.) Tulips. My favorite.
u.) Unity.
v.) Violins!
w.) Written letters.
x.) Xylophones. I love the noise they make, & I'm thankful that their sound adds pazazz to songs. =) y.)Yellow flowers in random places.
z.) Zzzzzzzzz's. Boy do I need a lot of those.

Check out the finding joy blog where I found this idea =)

Enjoy!

"...so much more beautiful..."

"Please don’t take modesty lightly. As your brother in Christ I value the relationship that I will have with my wife someday. When I am tempted because of you I lose a part of myself that I am trying to save for her. When I’m tempted because of you I become that much more accepting of the perversions in the world. When you remain pure and modest, my life is made so much easier. Instead of watching to ensure that I don’t sin I can focus on you as a person and fellow follower of Christ. I appreciate modesty more than you’ll ever know. Please, show respect of yourself and of me and be modest."

-16 year old guy. 

Girls, you are so much more beautiful than the other girls in the world because you are modest. Your purity is beautiful and I find you attractive because you guard it.

-17 year old

The Rebelution

Speak, you!

"Ear, speak!" said the tongue. 

"But I am an ear! I do not speak! I hear."

"Eyes, walk!" said the stomach.

"But I do not make the body move, that's the muscles' job. For I merely see."

"Brain, talk." said the heart.

"I cannot talk like you say."

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Now, I know technically these body parts are speaking to each other, even thought the ear & brain said they couldn't, but you get what I'm saying!


I wrote a post on my other blog. I hope you read it. I just realized that in the body of Christ, we all have our own spiritual gifts. I probably don't have yours, & you may not have mine. But that's okay because they each contribute to the whole body!

It's fall! Now lets celebrate!

With a poem that is! Yes, I know, another poem, but this is a poetry type blog afterall :)

So here we go.

"Walking through the woods
in my cowgirl boots
My jean skirt flowing
with the south wind blowing

Singing a merry tune
my feet are dancing in a swoon
Crackling dry leaves are breaking
from my joyful swaying

Feeling the coolness of the air
and seeing geese flying south up there
I feel a rush of blissfulness
uncontainable of my playfulness

Standing on top of a hill
I stood perfectly still
my singing stops
my heart drops

As I remember my goal
to give my soul
to the Lord of All
in remembrance of Fall.?

-Nela-

I read this poem at a new blog I visited, Beloved Star, & I wanted to share it. It reminds me why I love fall.

On Golden Sun

Happy November! I have a habit of wishing a "happy ..." every 1st of the month to my family, so happy November to you!

I also wrote a song/poem that started out into a song & then I just thought I would turn it into a poem.

But who knows, I might continue it on into a longer poem or keep it a song.

I love poems like this that talk about God's heart for us. But I know this doesn't even touch the surface of the real thing.

On Golden Sun

I long to see your smile,
I want to take you for a ride
Across the sky.
I long to hear your laugh,
I want to take you on a golden path
to the sun.
I long to feel the heart I've created,
And melt it with My love.
I long to play with your hair
With the breeze from My lips.
I want to lather you with blessings,

And send happiness to your lips.

This song reminds me of being in the woodlands, or in a quiet meadow dancing with your love under the stars, surrounded by family & friends. With white lights on the trees, & a bonfire going on. Ah, that's what I dream about.

P.S. I'm currently writing a short story that I'll post here along with a painting that goes with it, so stay tuned!

Always Forever-Phil Wickham

What's one word that can express the way I feel? Well, I don't think that can be possible! God is awakening this love & PASSION!

I love passion. I just love it.
A year ago, I would of never dreamed I'd be where I am right now. I just can't believe it! God's love & instruction is better in a day, than that of the worlds in a lifetime!
No, this "following God" is not a piece of cake. It's stinking hard! I just can't believe He's willing to strengthen us. It's a magnificent feeling!

Hopefully this song will awaken your heart to the magnificent One! He's so good! And He will be our lover, always forever.

I'm ready to give birth.

To dreams. 

To visions.

I feel like I am about to give birth to something amazing!

I have visions for the churches, for the schools, for our homes.

I know America is not in good shape. They've taken God out of everything. Especially the homes. Can a person wonder why it's going down?

But before I get into that....

It's hard for me to remember that I can't to anything alone. I realize now, how I need to lean on God. And all I want to say is that God is moving. And working. He's about to do something through us!

-Through the youngsters

-Through the youth

-Through the older

He is MOVING.

From The Journal of a noisy heart

Sometimes I run. Sometimes I hide.Sometimes I live with it all locked inside. But when I run to God in my brokenness, it's like lighting a dark room.

If we were perfect, would we still have a reason to turn to God? To run into His warm embrace?

I wrote this song a while ago, and it reminds me of what is happening in my heart.

My head is lifted to the sun.

There's no where to hide, no where to run.

I'm totally held by what I've done.

There's feelings of heartache and of pain,

Don't know what to do with all this shame,

Don't You know I'm crying out?

And You said...

"Yes I hear your every cry.

Don't you know that's why I died?

To give you peace, to give you life.

You can come and run to me,

Child I'm here I'll set you free.

All these day's are meant for joy."

My heart was captured by You!

This peace I now feel comes from truth.

I can feel You near.

Every mountain top that I tread,

Every hour I lie awake in my bed,

I can feel You near.

My head is lifted to the sun.

I now have a place to hide and run.

No longer held by what I've done.

There's feelings of fullness and of grace,

And all of this shame, it had a place.

I cried out and You stayed near.

And You said...

"You have felt my love so near.

Then you knew that I was there,

My love, my light through you I'll show.

I am here to comfort you,

And right there to bring you through,

Darling, I'll never let you go."

My heart was captured by You.

I feel like He found me & totally captured my heart. It's of nothing I've done. Trust me, I just make things worse on my own. But it's Him! He's the perfect one.

I pray that He captures your heart & turns your attention on Him instead of your problems & weaknesses. His strength is perfect in those areas.

Love you.

What's a life?

What's a life without faith?

What's a life without God?

Without hope.

Without laughter.

Without joy.

Peace.

Smiles.

Adventure.

Silliness.

Stillness.

Pazazz. 

Tree climbs.

Joy rides.

I love you's.

What's a life, without...life?

Beautiful Things

Thanks Raquel for introducing me to this song!

Are you tired of poems? *Edited*

I wrote this blog post a few hours ago when I was in a slump- a depression. I cried, I moaned. But God said the rainbow would come, and it did. No, my circumstances aren't awesome. But I just learned that my thoughts of me were wrong. I was painting my life will dull grey & black colors. I was letting my thoughts shape my life.

But God had other plans. I am still taking this one step at a time, but I am learning from this. Yes, it sure did have a purpose. The poem below was written out of some agonyzing feelings & emotions. But if I can just remember that I am God's workmanship, & He wants me to paint my life with the color of the rainbow, my trials won't control me.



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There Is A Purpose

My heart is weak

My bones are aching.

Step by step my strength is breaking.

I know I’m blessed

No reason to fret.

But lonely days just haven't left yet.

I have You as a Friend

Your love is so sure.

But I’m so weak, it’s all still a blur.

And when I pray,

I know that You’re here.

But how many times will I shed that small tear?

I’m so close to saying

Those very real thoughts.

Change my heart now, before I whisper and plot.

 Now, what is my problem?

I have it so good.

I know I’m not acting the way that I should.

Please work this out,

And help me to see,

That all the while, you were simply molding me.

Autumn , good morning! Summer, good night!

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Autumn by Florence Hoatson

Yellow the bracken,

Golden the sheaves,

Rosy the apples,

 Crimson the leaves;

Mist on the hillside,

Clouds grey and white.

Autumn, good morning!

Summer, good night!

I wish I would of posted this on the first day of autumn. It would have been more fitting. 

But I have a book of poems, & I thought it would be nice to post an autumn poem frequently. And a picture. This is a sweet time.

Sunshine Prayer

"Sunshine Prayer." -Amber N. Leyba

September 20, 2010

Once upon a sunshine prayer, I slip through a leaf and a tree.

Happiness springs like a child's golden hair, and joy comes like pollen to a bee.

But sometimes the rain will pour down like a flood, your sunshine seems so far away.

"Where did the light go and all sunny bliss? Where is the laughter of the day?"

To slip in a fump and dark stormy night is never the answer so it seems;

When all you have left are a tear and an ache and nothing holds on to your dreams.

Don't cry little sorrow, don't blow out the light; Someone is sure to be there.

"Where is He then when all I can do, is scream and pull out my hair?"

Surely real soon your sun will then shine, a rainbow will pluck at your cheeks;

And then you can shout "Sunshine prayer you're here! HE sent you with sugar and sweets!"

The Poppies In The Garden.

 

 

The poppies in the garden, they all wear frocks of silk,

Some are purple, some are pink, and others white as milk.

Light, light, for dancing in, for dancing when the breeze

Plays a little two-step for the blossoms and the bees.

Fine, fine, for dancing in, all frilly at the hem,

Oh, when I watch the poppies dance I long to dance

   like them!

The poppies in the garden have let their silk frocks fall

All about the border paths, but where are they at all?

Here a frill and there a flounce--a rag of silky red,

But not a poppy-girl is left--I think they've gone to bed.

Gone to bed and gone to sleep; a weary they must be,

For each has left her box of dreams upon the stem for me.

~Ffrida Wolfe~

His hand is upon your heart...

"Even if you had all your desires right now--a godly dad, the perfect mom, Christian friendships--you still wouldn't be happy the way you desire to be. You wouldn't come to Me with your troubles. You wouldn't know Me intimately."

At a place of silence, this truth was placed in my heart. I long for a godly dad, the "perfect" mom, Christian friendships outside of blogger. Now I think that He held these things from my life because He knew ahead of time how much I would need Him and only Him.

I wonder, if I did have those things, would I make them my god. Coming to them when I needed answers; seeking comfort from them?

I am extremely aware of the blessing I have with certain people God did put in my life to talk to & receive encouragement from. But I cannot quite go to them the way I can with my Heavenly Daddy.

Out of any godly family, friend, or mentor, I know that God is the only One who can fix the broken pieces of my heart. People give advice & encouragement. But God does all the healing. The comfort. The peace.

No one--human or possession--can do that truly. I think back on my life. I had only few but very valued godly examples and "mentors". I can say I've grown from that, but I believe that God used them for that and only that. He knew they couldn't heal. So He allowed them only so much "power" to bring me comfort. He knew He could only supply the rest. He's been trying to get me to see that I need not look to another.

As beautiful as friendships may be; as wonderful as family is; only God, our Daddy, can satisfy every longing and empty hole inside our hearts. And that's exactly what He's doing in mine.

A Young Womans Daybook

Today is.....Sunday August 22, 2010

Outside my window....I hear thunder.

I am thinking.....more about life.

I am feeling.....feelings of calmness arising. I also feel drowsy.

I am thankful for....Goodwill.

I am wearing.... P-jays 

I am reading......Check the sidebar :)

I am creating......Birthday cards for friends & family.

One of my favorite things......dresses.

For education this week.......we are starting school this week! Super excited - I really need to start going to bed earlier.

Spiritual lesson I'm learning.....that God is able to calm the crashing waves of life. I am learning what it really means to have a gentle and quiet spirit.

Godly trait I plan to work on.....having a gentle & quiet spirit.

Scripture I am memorizing......1 Peter 5:7 "Cast all your cares and anxieties on the Lord for He cares for you."

I am praying for.....these feathers of fear to be clipped away. For guidance towards my future. For peace and calamity.

For the rest of the week....taking it one step at a time.

Picture I'd like to share..... 

 I love looking at this because it reminds me of spending time with the Lord. His time. I want to rise early in the morning, sit on my "front porch" and pray. Just pray to the One who hung the stars and calms the hearts of the weary. And oh, how I want that to forever be planted in my weary heart.

A Plea From My Heart

August 20, 2010

Dear mystery man from afar,

The Lord has placed you there in my heart.

I'm waiting and praying for a love that will be;

Strong, pure, beautiful and sweet.

Daily I seek Him and pray for your life;

Knowing that one day He'll make me your wife!

Love, there is darkness--pulling us down;

But know that our God is bigger all around.

Your on my mind, I've made this my plea;

That you'd guard your heart and save it for me.

Wondrous Butterfly

Floating is my way around,

It's simply all I do.

Then on this day I heard a sound,

And saw a place that's new.

There I flew without a twitch,

My signs were surely one;

And then behold a twinkling light

My wondrous flight begun!

From The Journal of a valley girl rising above Mountains

 

August 13, 2010

  I know I am in the valley now. It is here that I'll learn, grow, experience, discover, dream. 

Just wait until I see that mountaintop! Sure, the valley is dark & scary. It rains here quite a bit. 

But when I look up past the trees, past the winds--I see the Sun, and the light shining upon my face.

And even when it rains here, that Sun never dies down. The winds blow like crazy. And I trip under my dress. I am tempted to stay fallen on the ground, or just let myself die away. 

Still, there is no way that can happen when I feel a strong Hand lift me out of the mud, shake me off, kiss my forehead, and carry me off in His arms. Days go by & I am still in the valley. But rest assured that I am not alone. My Jesus is walking right beside me--picking me up each time I fall. Helping me become stronger. Talking with me, teaching me, correcting me. More importantly, loving & comforting me.

Through the winds, He's my shield. He knows everything about us. Our little minds don't even get that. Through the deep, dark valleys--His light is perfect warmth.

The Room / A Rhythmis Heart

 The Room

'Tis tiring to see,

The fullness of this room.

The big, the small, the dusty

Should make a gal be gloom.

'Woont picking up each treasure,

Count at all for time?
And what about the measure,

Of clothes and books that smile?

Simply reach your hand,

Take this load of mine.

Help me clean this room,

Oh, 'woont you be so kind?

A Rhythmis Heart

A young girl rises from her deep sleep, with wonders of the day;

When all of a sudden, colors blow in, and she is stricken gay (happy).

A color here, a color there, the best is yet to come,

For surely there will be a day when two will equal one.

What's hidden here is something great; a room with gentle ease;

But what you don't know is that it will glow, and happily blow like the breeze.

Searching for room to play a great rhyme; finding herself through a wrong,

Reminding the girl that the way she proclaims is a sweet but yet simple song.


~Simple poems from a heart that beats like a thousand roses in bloom~

Great & Just

Seemingly happy there I lay-

Slowly going about my day.

Filling my heart with the sweetest tale,

Surely You come with a fervent bail.

"I'm using this mess up for a far better thrill

Won't you come see? It's apart of My will!"

"Oh, alright. I will if I must.

Wait! Look! It's great and it's just!

 The rain falls down

And it falls hard.

It beat the sound

Of my once happy heart.

And as I stood there

With this crippling fear,

The rain mixed in

With my falling tears.

Drip! Drip! 

And

Plop! Plop!

Won't this rain ever stop?

But oh, He saved me

From this great flood!

I knew that

I never could.

Oh, He took me from this place.

He wiped the tears from my face.

And then it passed

I knew it wouldn't last.

Despite my fear,

A rainbow appeared.

Drip, drip, drip. There goes another rain storm. Faster, and louder. It pounds. My once happy heart is drowned out by the beat of the storm. This life is the rain. And sometimes I can handle it--the rain. But it pounds so hard that it tries to ruin me.

When the flood came & tried to succeed, HE saved me! He saw me drowning & took me from this place. He wiped my teary eyed face. And while the storm passes, the rainbow finally appeared!

Closer.

Heart? You are weary.

Heart? You are bruised.

Heart? You are fearing.

 Can you be new?

Heart, you need Something, but can it be found?

How many times will you be in this cloud?

Aching for healing to fill up that hole.

But Who can come and save this tired weak soul?

"Heart? Don't be weary; it saddens Me too.

Do not allow yourself to be bruised.

Heart, don't be fearing, for I've come to save;

I've come to rescue your weakness, your ache.

Many the calls I hear in that heart.

My love and My healing are not that far.

Search Me and know Me and then you will see

That, heart, I will fill you with love and with peace.

So no more weariness, no bruising or fear

Can ever separate you from My constant ear.

My ear that will listen to your cry and your plea;

The cry that will bring you closer to Me."

His longing...

"Lord God, set my feet on a rock and give me a firm place to stand on. Help me to show earnestness by trusting in the full assurance of hope until the end, so that I may not be spiritually sluggish, but an imitator of those who through faith and by practice of patient endurance and waiting inherit the promises. For I need endurance, so that I may do Your will.and receive what is promised. Deliver me from drawing back and shrinking in fear, for then You will have no delight or pleasure in me. But may I be among the just and righteous servants who live by faith in You."
~Prayer by Sheila Cragg in her Devotional, A Woman's Walk With God




This is where I seem to be stuck. Spiritually sluggish, drawing back, shrinking in fear. I don't like those terms to be found in me. But in all reality, they are. 
Fear grips me - I tend to draw back. Not away from God, but I guess you could say away from the problem. Away from the feeling of doing something wrong. I draw back on what I could be -- what God wants me to be.

"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength." (Deut. 6:5)

How much strength do I have now? What is it to "love God"? Being the imperfect beings we are, how are we to love such a PERFECT Lord?

Sheila says, "Our Lord knows that we'll never feel fully at rest during our earthly journey. He knows that most of what we do daily to maintain our lives and much of what we do for pleasure leaved us tired. He knows that to escape our pain and those empty, lonely moments, we overload them with meaningless activities and anxious thoughts that fatigue us....Christ calls us to come to Him...so He can refresh us when we're weary of the daily work we must do."

These next words are so touching..."Our loving Shepherd desires to lead us to green meadows beside still waters so He can cleanse our diseased thoughts, heal our damaged lives, and restore our souls. He longs to guide us through the valley of pain, to free us from the fear of evil, to comfort us with His rod and staff. He yearns to lead us along the path of righteousness for His name's sake.The Lord Himself is inviting us to follow Him to a place of peaceful quietness for personal restoration, to find a place of solitude for spiritual restoration, Come, sit at the place He's set for you. He longs to serve you, so let His healing Word quench your thirst; let His tender mercy refresh your starved soul; let His gracious love awaken your spiritual passion."

It's truly at these times I feel closest to my Savior. It's almost like He allowed it so I would get close to Him. All day I had a thirst in my throat for water, but oh how much more thirst I had in my heart. I want my life to be renewed--fulfilled--pleasing to Him. I am not saying it is not right now, but there's steps I need to take, "stones I need to jump across".


It's such a wonder to think God of the universe longs to do things--wonderful things for us. How funny as to why we just won't let Him.

In Love.

 

This day is perfect - not hot, but just the right amount of sun is hitting Sara's face. In beautiful rhythm, her feet swiftly run through the soft weeds down in the field. She lifts her head and breaths in a great amount of scent--wildflowers. Trees are rustling from where she is headed. The small creek right next to her continues to flow and calm her already beating heart.
 
 Still running, she plays out just what she'll say when she gets there. She remembers when He made her laugh--she remembers when He calmed her heart--she remembers when He forgave all. And now she just couldn't wait for this day. One day she called Him and He said, "Here I Am." And now He called her, and there she goes running. As fast as she could.

  She heard Him again--was He singing? Sarah couldn't stop smiling but she knew - she knew He loved it when she did that. She knew He loved it when she laughed. And when she cried, she knew He caught each tear. Now the tears were coming. Racing down her cheeks. Her heart was overwhelmed with a love that was so indescribable - so real.
 
  Finally she stops running. Where is He? There she walks past each tall tree. And seated on a small rock, there He was. His back was to her, and as she sniffed, He turned around and gazed at her with the most beautiful face. He stood, and opened His arms. "Come! I have been waiting for you My child."

  Sarah ran for Him, and planted herself in His warm embrace. And said, '" I love You my Jesus. I have fallen in love with You!"