Finding Courage…

Finding Courage…I sat by my window. It was a trial this summer with many days in distress and concern. I would love to tell you I handled it so spiritually but at times that is not the case. I cried. I prayed. I talked to the whole tribe of medical people but of course the most important thing is that I went to the Lord and God’s Word.

My heart was longing to have courage but I really wasn’t sure what Courage looks like. So, to the Bible I went. Then I went to prayer. I told God I don’t really know what courage means and asked him to help me find some.

In the many weeks I was housebound I began to read about men and women in the Bible who took and had Courage and as I read I realized that none of these people had courage of their own. They had Courage WITH them. Courage is not only a verb but it is also one of the very definitions of God himself. Courage much like grace, mercy, and love are not earned they are GIVEN and who is the giver of all thing? God of course, through Jesus!

People who have Godly Courage have it because the Holy One saw fit to send His Son to be born, live, die, and rise again, and then send His very on Spirit to live in us and give Holy gifts!. Courage is God’s gift to us as His children.

Oh, don’t get the idea that Courage is especially beautiful. This gift might be torn and tattered. It might be beaten and bleeding. It might be weeping until dawn. Courage is the opposite of Fear. Fear is never a gift from God. He does not give fear. Fear tells you God is NOT with you. Fear says you are weak and frail and alone.

I sit by my window. I am gaining my strength as summer is drifting away with a thunder in the heavens.

I sit by my widow. God’s presence abides as faithful and as sweet as ever and I have found his gift of Courage.

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights” (James 1:17).

She Took Her Love

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She took her love to walk awhile beneath a crescent moon

While they gazed upon the quicksilver in the stars

She told him she had lost her way among the sandy dunes

But the tide had brought her back again from somewhere very far

She took her love to sail awhile upon the indigo night sea

While they caressed the salty thick spray upon their faces

She told him she had found her way among the sand and sea

And that God had made her his own among these ocean places

Getting “likes”…

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I am passionate about the following:  my relationship with Jesus Christ, my marriage and family, friends, my nursing career, and last but not least my writing and other arts.

It is the world of the internet and social media that has prompted me to examine the reports from the creators of Facebook and other mediums  in regards to the human need to be heard and apparently ” liked. ” These young men and women stated they they knew when they designed facebook, twitter, etc.,  they would be tapping into the actual chemical function of the human brain. There is an effect on our brains when we get likes on any media, selfies, blogs like this, twitter, instagram, and on it goes. I do not believe wanting to be liked is something to be ashamed of. It is in fact the core element in our being that connects us to God and others. However true self worth comes from our identity in Christ if we are his followers. This longing to be accepted wains as one ages so now days I am not so bothered by likes or dislikes…

To be validated about something I am passionate about, a gift or talent that I long to share is not wrong but I can see many have been manipulated by these companies which can be easily observed by the crazy things people will do to get “like”. 

Here is how I know if what I am doing is going down an ego rabbit hole. The Bible teaches us that the things from above, in other words Godly goodness is easy to recognize.  Godly wisdom, Godly gifts and “likes” are first pure (no other motive), peaceful, gentle, reasonable, full or mercy and good fruit, impartial, and sincere.  James 3:17

 

 

 

I dreamed I was flying…

I dreamed I was flying, the sole purveyor of the spectacular beauty below

with my Eagle eyes I could see exactly where to go

I flew over the spines of breathtaking mountains and white capped oceans vast

Flying up to the High Heavens all the galaxies in my path

while the gold dust of the stars showered me like rain

River of Strength

There is no one else to follow Lord,

All the kings of this earth are fallen,

Not one is free from deceit and greed!

 

The steeple bells do not ring of Your good news Lord,

Many shepherds have disregarded you as Truth,

Oh but there is a River of Strength that makes gladness

 

I will follow the gladness of your River for she is strong

she is unshaken by destruction and her water strengthens  like honey

there is no other path to follow but she flows to your Throne

 

Gravity feels heavier…

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I am breathing underwater and not wondering how

I am praying to be rescued but not sure if the time is now

Gravity feels heavier than it use to but in the water I am weightless

I can no longer hear the angry world and could not care less

You are so close I can hear but not touch you

You are The Holy One well acquainted with Truth

Paris in the 30’s

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I want to be in Paris in the thirties

in a coffee house with painters and poets

Like Laurel Canyon sixties songs

the music echoes all day and night

The morning rain showers, the afternoon sun

Warm canvases of yellows and melons horizons

The evening light of the Eiffel Tower glitters

The night is showered with city sights

I want to be in Paris in the thirties

And write the poetry that rattles in my head

Like a song on an old phonograph

I am dancing in the shadows until morning takes flight

Room Full of Mirrors

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She is standing in a room full of mirrors.

She is all the people she was taught to be.

A good little girl who prays and is kind.

A pretty girl as much as she can be.

A smart girl but not too smart for men.

She is all the people she was taught to be.

Yet somehow, she is none of these.

Mirrors are liars.

Mirrors crack and shatter.

She is a woman of humility and wisdom.

She is a reflection of her Maker.

She does not need mirrors anymore.