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."