Wisdom not Folly

Dear Lord

Help me not live my life in folly,

but let my entire life and everything I do,

revolve around you,

just as the earth revolves around the sun.

I don't want to live my life my way,

but your way,

following the plan you designed for me,

when you formed me in my mother's womb.

I don't want just a "spiritual" catagory

in my everday walk,

but I desire my entire self,

and all I do to be centered on You!

Let me always ask the question,

"What pleases You!"

I want to always "check with you"

with every decision I make

every word of utterance from my lips.

Please make my life a living sacrafice...

holy and acceptable to you!"

Love,

Your child

I cling to my Lord,
Not understanding His plan,
Why not the truth?
Not a word spoken,
I sit quietly,
Knowing the battle is not mine,
Heart beats sadness,
Heat beats disappointment,
Heat beats pain.
I want to run,
Run into my Abba’s arms,
I want to hide forever,
Between the hems of His robe.
His arms are the safest place,
As I seek His face and not His hand,
Hold me up in the honesty I have spoken,
So the truth would be revealed.

The stature of my body is low with my shoulders hunched down. I find myself day dreaming away into sadness where joy goes missing. I think, to be busy, is the best solution...if I don't have time to think I won't be sad. But why sad? I ask myself. I have a good life.

I sit on the patio and thoroughly enjoy the beautiful colors in the newly planted flowers. I listen to the birds chirp and sing from the tress. I feel the cool crisp air against my cheeks. But my annoying friend, sadness, will not release it's grip from my mind. I miss friends from Iowa and Indiana. I long for my mother's love. I wish the Lord would just come back sooner rather than later to put sadness in its place forevermore!

And then I'm reminded of a verse, Philippians 4:8,

"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-think about such things."

Tears flooded my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I cried out to my Lord in prayer as David did so many times...

O Father rid me of my own wretched downcast spirit. Lift my eyes up to where the Son is found and not below to the pits of hell. Fill my cup with unspeakable joy that only the sound of laughter would be heard from my lips. Let the afflictions of my heart be tossed to sea. Those who have hurt me with idle talk, not knowing my past or present circumstance, forgive them my Lord and show them the hurt they have caused so healing may begin. Help me Lord not to sin against myself, your creation made in the image of You, in slandering myself to unworthiness. Help to always know and realize I am loved by the great I Am because the one who is in me is greater than the one who is in the world (I John 4:4). Do not let my heart be troubled, but let me rest in the peace of thy mighty hand for I am the one whom Jesus loves!

~Amen

Bleating Lamb

The bleating Lamb,
Doth call me in the night,
His white wool hair warms me and I talk awhile with Him.

Rescue me this day my Lord,
Just as all other days,
Since your hand print embedded itself upon my heart.

You the Lamb,
Return innocence to my sin sick soul,
Restore calm to me amidst the trials of this lost world.

Tranquility

I hushed my mind to sweet deliverance,
In a quiet moment with Him.

The peace which came brought solitude,
To a mind cluttered in shame.

I plead not to leave this secret place,
Where no one is but Him.

The wind of His breath catches my hair,
As He sings these sweet words to me….

Rest now and be free,
Cried my Abba within me.

I’ve taken the weight from limb and heart,
I’ve paid the price at Calvary.

You are in me and I in you,
A blood bond that shall not divide.

Just rest your soul within my hands,
For the victory is already won.

I’ve risen from behind the stone
And sit by my Father’s side.

Hush now and listen,
For the sound of the trumpet.

I am coming soon to carry my bride,
Over the threshold of glory!