I was
Unwanted by my parents;
Tolerated but not treasured;
Provided for but not held precious;
Alone and afraid.
I was
Ignored and rejected;
Seen but not noticed
Heard but not listened to.
Alone and hopeless
I was
Wanted by God,
Loved by God
Treasured by God.
Held precious by God.
I was
Sought out for,
Died for,
All my sins paid for,
All my tears seen
All my cries heard.
Mourning into Dancing
This is a blog of poems I'm writing as I deal with some of the hurts of my past. I'm trusting God for perfect healing that my life may glorify Him fully and my mourning may be turned into dancing. May He use my honesty to give others courage to fully face their own hang-ups and hope that He can restore all things.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Change
I cannot change,
Your decision,
Your attitude ,
Your perspective,
Or your opinion.
But these things in me,
I CAN change.
I can make a wise choice,
Put on a good attitude,
Have a positive perspective,
Think well of others.
Change begins with me.
Your decision,
Your attitude ,
Your perspective,
Or your opinion.
But these things in me,
I CAN change.
I can make a wise choice,
Put on a good attitude,
Have a positive perspective,
Think well of others.
Change begins with me.
The Old Tool
he Old Tool
The old tool came in handy as a child.
It was readily available,
And easy to use:
Be Good.
Filled with aloneness & emotional neglect,
The Old Tool was used
To gain acceptance and security,
To get noticed and be brought in close.
It worked well to meet my simple needs.
Time passed.
The acceptance of others was harder to win.
My needs were more complex,
The Old Tool was redesigned:
Be Perfect.
The Old Tool was used
To Avoid hurt and rejection from others.
It was used to prevent judgement or misunderstanding.
It stifled joy, creativity, & spontaneity
Now I'm a woman
And the Old Tool remains.
I'm familiar with its design and function
And feel comfortable with it in hand.
But I've seen it ineffective.
I cannot be perfect;
Others still hurt and reject,
Acceptance and security fade.
I've cast the Tool aside.
Jesus Christ is my source of
Acceptance,
Security,
Sense of belonging,
And worth.
I need the Old Tool no longer.
The old tool came in handy as a child.
It was readily available,
And easy to use:
Be Good.
Filled with aloneness & emotional neglect,
The Old Tool was used
To gain acceptance and security,
To get noticed and be brought in close.
It worked well to meet my simple needs.
Time passed.
The acceptance of others was harder to win.
My needs were more complex,
The Old Tool was redesigned:
Be Perfect.
The Old Tool was used
To Avoid hurt and rejection from others.
It was used to prevent judgement or misunderstanding.
It stifled joy, creativity, & spontaneity
Now I'm a woman
And the Old Tool remains.
I'm familiar with its design and function
And feel comfortable with it in hand.
But I've seen it ineffective.
I cannot be perfect;
Others still hurt and reject,
Acceptance and security fade.
I've cast the Tool aside.
Jesus Christ is my source of
Acceptance,
Security,
Sense of belonging,
And worth.
I need the Old Tool no longer.
Monday, July 2, 2012
A Recipe for a Happy Marriage
God is the bowl for your ingredients;
Love God with all your heart.
Make Him #1 in all of your afffairs.
Desire His presence above all things.
Two cups of respect go into the bowl first;
Wives, have high regard for your husband.
Trust him to care for you,
Believe in him.
Two cups of crazy love go in the bowl next;
Husbands, love your wives deeply.
Cherish her; woo her.
Serve her each day.
Fold in forgiveness to hold your love and respect together;
Don't let the sun go down in your anger.
Forgive as Christ forgave you.
Give grace upon grace.
Add date nights and weekend getaways to sweeten the pot;
Look into each other's eyes.
Listen to one another.
Encourage one another.
Make love often to strengthen your union;
Learn to please one another.
Give freely to each other.
And be creative:)
Add leaven through kindness and appreciation;
Speak sweetly to one another.
Say Thank You for big things and small.
Be sincere.
Mix all ingredients thoroughly and pour into cake pan;
Bake for many years.
Adjust the temperature as needed.
Let cool and enjoy!
Love God with all your heart.
Make Him #1 in all of your afffairs.
Desire His presence above all things.
Two cups of respect go into the bowl first;
Wives, have high regard for your husband.
Trust him to care for you,
Believe in him.
Two cups of crazy love go in the bowl next;
Husbands, love your wives deeply.
Cherish her; woo her.
Serve her each day.
Fold in forgiveness to hold your love and respect together;
Don't let the sun go down in your anger.
Forgive as Christ forgave you.
Give grace upon grace.
Add date nights and weekend getaways to sweeten the pot;
Look into each other's eyes.
Listen to one another.
Encourage one another.
Make love often to strengthen your union;
Learn to please one another.
Give freely to each other.
And be creative:)
Add leaven through kindness and appreciation;
Speak sweetly to one another.
Say Thank You for big things and small.
Be sincere.
Mix all ingredients thoroughly and pour into cake pan;
Bake for many years.
Adjust the temperature as needed.
Let cool and enjoy!
I Am
I am
A child of the most high God,
Precious in His sight,
The apple of His eye.
I am not my failures or the sins committed against me.
I am
Bought with a price,
All of my sins forgiven,
Destined to live forever.
I am not my achievements or good reputation.
I am
Part of God's family,
Blessed with spiritual gifts,
That others may be built up.
I am not my natural talents or physical attributes.
I am
Made in God's image,
Fearfully and wonderfully made,
Secure in His unconditional love.
I am not the good or bad opinion of others.
I am not
The clothes I wear,
The degrees on my wall,
Or the number in my bank account.
I am complete in Christ.
A child of the most high God,
Precious in His sight,
The apple of His eye.
I am not my failures or the sins committed against me.
I am
Bought with a price,
All of my sins forgiven,
Destined to live forever.
I am not my achievements or good reputation.
I am
Part of God's family,
Blessed with spiritual gifts,
That others may be built up.
I am not my natural talents or physical attributes.
I am
Made in God's image,
Fearfully and wonderfully made,
Secure in His unconditional love.
I am not the good or bad opinion of others.
I am not
The clothes I wear,
The degrees on my wall,
Or the number in my bank account.
I am complete in Christ.
One Year
In the time of one year,
God poured His Spirit on me,
Healing, pruning,
His image bloomed in me.
In the time of four seasons
God gave me new tools,
New truths, new attitudes,
His image bloomed in me.
In the time of one turn around the sun,
God gave me new friends,
A sponsor, an accountability partner,
His image bloomed in me.
In the time of 12 moons,
God gave me greater freedom,
Restored joy, renewed hope.
His image bloomed in me.
In the time of two birthdays,
God gave me a greater love,
Love for Him, love for others,
His image bloomed in me.
Thank You Lord for an incredible year!
Blessed
Blessed are
the poor in spirit,
Who desire
to be emptied of self-importance,
For theirs
is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are
they that mourn,
Who grieve
all things that impede spiritual growth,
For they
will be comforted.
Blessed are
the meek,
Who are
unwaveringly loyal and unconditionally submitted to Christ,
For they
will inherit the earth.
Blessed are
they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
Whose
supreme desire is to be obedient to God and know Him better,
For they
will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful,
Who forgive
and give love when there is no reason to,
For they
shall be shown mercy.
Blessed are
the pure in heart,
Who have
unmixed loyalty to God in their thoughts and emotions,
For they
will see God.
Blessed are
the peacemakers,
Who strive
to bridge gaps and heal breaches among men and with God,
For they
will be called the sons of God.
Blessed are
those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
Who are
mistreated for the things they believe or the life that they live,
For theirs
is the kingdom of heaven.
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