Oh Lonely Tree
Oh Lord, remind us to remember that You care. Even when we are at our loneliest, we believe no one else is thinking about us or loves us; Lord, help us to seek You with all our hearts, minds and souls.
Even the loneliest of trees—way out in the furthest parts of the earth where nothing else seems to exist—flourishes. Those trees only flourish because of You Lord. So let us flourish under Your hand of protection and care no matter where we may be planted in this season of life.
Got Peace?
A golden glow of the late evening sun caught my eye. White marshmallow clouds dotted a cerulean blue sky.
I quickly grabbed my phone for pictures. And my first thought was, “Perfect peace.”
Great Are You Lord
GREAT ARE YOU LORD.
My anxious heart turned angry. Angry, I turned away, not able to believe God was listening or caring.
GREAT ARE YOU LORD.
My anger turned to depression. Deep depression, manifested in my inability to sing my favorite songs. Didn’t want to be encouraged. Didn’t even want to hear them at all.
GREAT ARE YOU LORD.
My heart is lonely without You. I cried out for help, and You came running.
Praising Through the Hard Stuff
I’m missing something. I just know it. I can feel it wayyyy down deep, there’s just something not right. Not in my mind, heart, or my spirit.
I’ve found myself asking God, “How much longer do I have to live through this? How much longer Lord, until there’s some movement in this situation? How much longer Lord?”
Yet, God seems extremely silent to me.
Miracle of Miracles
Quite a few years ago, I heard the term, “Ordinary Miracles”. I wonder, is there such a thing? I have never thought of miracles as ordinary. And the least ordinary of them all, the one that still amazes me most, is God born as a baby to become the Word of God in the flesh. I hope I never get used to the miracles of God. Especially the ultimate miracle of His birth.
Simply Breathing Thanks
Sometimes we make things too complicated. We carry burdens too hard to bear we are not meant to. In these days of hardship and trials, may we remember to stop, listen, and breathe thanks to the Lord simply for giving us each day.
My Shelter
A quick poem of thankfulness to God my Refuge, my Strength, my Safe Place.
Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me! For my soul trusts in You; And in the shadow of Your wings I will make my refuge, Until these calamities have passed by. Psalm 57:1
When Roots Run Deep
Psalm chapter 1 assures us when we are truly blessed when we live a Godly life, we meditate on God’s word day and night, then we will be like a tree planted by streams of water that brings forth fruit. Our leaves will not wither, and we will prosper.
With the sure foundation of God’s word, we are rooted and grounded in the love of God, giving us the strength to live each day.
I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on this poem and what it means to you…
One Day at a Time
What is the valley of the shadow of death you are walking through? What is the deepest, hardest, darkest path you’ve ever trod?
I’ve been walking a dark path for a few years. I don’t talk about it, mostly to protect a person I love and their privacy. This person is so special to me. I love her with all my heart.
I don’t know when this miracle will happen. But God is patient, and He will supply our every need. He will help us bear this burden, one day at a time.
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