What more can be said that hasn’t been said?
Language limits my emotional articulation
Till I am spilling over with the unspoken,
Exploding with the unexpressed!
So I sit in pregnant silence waiting.
Only Holy Spirit can write, can flow,
Can say what is needed to fill the vacuum.
I wait and He comes in like a gentle breeze
Blowing through the cobwebs of anxious striving,
Helping me trust enough to stay still.
It’s not what needs to be said that matters,
It is letting all the feelings freely flow.
Even unintelligible noises and tears and laughter,
Or the fluency of imagination’s visual flight,
Bring deep inner peace to my soul again.
I focus on Him instead of my passion, and
He sets me free to be me…
Contemplative in every expression of emotion.
Category: Writings
I keep giving up on myself.
It’s frustrating to try and fail and
Try and fail… over and over.
There are days I’m convinced
It’s not even worth trying, so
I fail before I begin.
I fall over my own obstacles,
Tripping on the same traps that
Haunt my feet every day.
I think, “Will the effort ever end?
Will my stubborn self ever bend?�
I keep giving up on myself, and
Hoping that somehow,
Even though I give up, He won’t.
My hands won’t stop shaking;
My insides are worse;
And dread leaves me quaking,
Completely submersed.
Still, You speak whispers
Of comfort and peace.
You don’t give me answers,
But always increase
Your presence around me
Till I come to know
Perfect love dwells within me,
And then the fears go.
Forever You’ve held me
Secure in Your hands.
You never have judged me;
For You understand
My frailty and weaknesses,
Heartaches and tears.
Through all my distresses,
I know You are near,
And I am still learning,
When I want to run,
That You are worth trusting
You can’t be outdone.
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The hurting heart inside of me
Wears tears and scars from years of wounds,
Yet still I hope and trust in You
Whose scars and wounds outweigh my own.
Though things may come repeatedly
To tear my aching soul apart,
I’m sure of what You’ve promised me
A place of rest within Your heart.
Pausing just a moment for mental rest,
I find a small place inside of me quiet,
Waiting for Your presence to manifest
In a way I can grasp-body, soul, spirit.
It’s not often my soul stills itself for You,
As rightly I should do more in this riot,
But now, unexpected, I linger anew
Because deep inside I can hear it…
Your voice speaking softly,
You whisper my name-
Calling me closer, wooing my will,
Lord, help me to focus again.
His eyes are cautious, but his smile ready and broad–
My thinker, this one… third-born and deep as the ocean.
He speaks with careful honesty, not afraid to question–
He forces me to rethink my stuck-in-a-rut logic and
All the taken-for-granted answers require fresh answers.
When he speaks, I’ve found it’s usually worth listening to,
Though like any young teen he needs guidance and correction.
Still, I am discovering a new person in my son.
Like me, he sees with his heart, looks for the best, and
Hurts with frequent disappointment when people are human.
He is his own person, making his own decisions,
Quick to acknowledge his own weaknesses, and
Eager to try old things again, new things anew,
Never giving up hope and certain of his faith.
He has his faults and argues for what he believes
Even when what he believes contradicts parental instruction,
But he is growing and learning.
His delight in new discoveries is infectious, like his laugh.
I can hardly wait to meet the amazing man
God intends HIS David to be.
Lord Jesus, I am here again and crying to be heard.
I do not understand this mess; my life is so absurd.
Each day you guide my friends to follow you a different way.
And I must move with care so that my feet don’t go astray,
But…Â
I’ll hide beneath your shelter when the storm becomes too great.
I’ll sit within your warm embrace and let the sorrow wait.
I’ll close my eyes and shut out all the cold and bitter wind.
You save me from insanity and give me peace within.Â
The hour is late; the craziness of everything just grows,
But your love holds me steady in the middle of my foes.
The mornings bring me back again to where I was before.
Though I wake up and can’t go on, you help me to the door,
So,…
I’ll hide beneath your shelter when the storm becomes too great.
I’ll sit within your warm embrace and let the sorrow wait.
I’ll close my eyes and shut out all the cold and bitter wind.
You save me from insanity and give me peace within.Â
Dear Father, I cannot escape the world in which I live,
But my heart feels so battered I don’t know what’s left to give.
The things around me clamor for my energy and time.
My soul is tired and weary; I am losing strength to climb,
But…Â
I’ll hide beneath your shelter when the storm becomes too great.
I’ll sit within your warm embrace and let the sorrow wait.
I’ll close my eyes and shut out all the cold and bitter wind.
You save me from insanity and give me peace within.
Some days I find it better to
Be still
Be quiet
Reserve judgement
Wait and see what the day holds.
These are the days I discover
New thoughts
New ideas
Different perspectives
Patience untapped in my soul.
Stillness beckons my heart again
To hear
To listen
For Love to pronounce
Whispered hope that strengthens me.
He gives me daily grace to
Keep faith
Keep trusting
Believing against odds
His Father-heart, faithful hands hold me.
Miracles begin in the smallest ways
Near home
Near family
In unexpected bursts
Hope and joy spring from deep within.
Unexplainable purpose rises
His time
His methods
The unmovable moves
Freedom springs up in a living fountain.
Today my miracle started with you
One thought
One image
Your smile lit my heart
Father reassured me of His plans.
I think quietly about our lives
So brief
So fragile
Protected by His love
Completely safe within His hands.
I resolve:
To stay honest before God and man
About what I feel when I feel it;
To trust no matter what my emotions tell me;
To remember He is God and I am not;
To know the truth of His great love for me and
To speak that truth to all who need Him;
To accept the Holy Spirit’s conviction and
Call to repentance when I grieve His heart;
To denounce accusation and condemnation as
Lies from the enemy, the Accuser of the Brethren;
To hold up in prayer (moment by moment)
My family, my church, my city, my nation, my world,
As the Spirit of God leads me to pray;
To never, never, never, never, NEVER give up
On myself, on others, on God;
To persevere in pursuing intimacy with my Creator
Regardless of circumstances, obstacles, or people;
To seek greater knowledge and insight into His Word-
Both the printed Bible and the person of Christ;
And last, but definitely NOT least,
To love the Lord my God, with all my
Heart, mind, soul, and strength, and
My neighbor as myself.