D elightful is your burst of yellow covering the land with love A rising from earth’s winter cold to sunlit skies above F lowers delicately fashioned – spreading beauty everywhere F ar and wide your trumpets reach- blossom scent fills the air O ver the hills, around the town wherever you may roam D ecorating the garden bed brings joy to those at home I nfusing hope and new beginnings, you give this heart a thrill L ovely and bright, God’s design, I love you Daffodil
As I end the month of October 2018, this post from 2014 reminds me my
passion for writing remains.....although things didn't go as planned on
the writing platform to post everyday...there were many other details
God worked out in my life....as I continue this faith walk.
January 2014 Early on in my
writing adventure, I embraced the concept that if I have breath in me, then I
have God given moments to share, to write about.It can be something of little significance or
something monumental; a joyful event or one that stirs up a bad memory or
hurtful situation. Regardless of its nature, the underlying hope is it might dish up a mighty serving of
encouragement or inspiration to another.
I admit, in all my human-ness, there have been times when the little
voices in my head tell me I’ve run out of things to write, stories to share. My little brain becomes so muddled by the
groans and murmurs of everyday life, writing is close to nil.
God has used such times to discipline and grow me, both as a
writer and a woman in dire need of a Savior. A reminder to myself that reaching others
comes through His call on my life and there is nothing I can do more of or less
of that will thwart His purpose. God reveals to me things I might otherwise be blind. I write to
bring glory to God; to be a witness to HIS unfailing mercy and love.
While
pen has rested quietly on the table, prayers for direction, diligence,
courage rise up. In His perfect timing and with move of the hand, words
spill onto a page; not always
intended for a wide audience, not always for publication or
distribution.......simple words.......reaching into another heart…in
need of a Savior.
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just begins
to live that day.
I missed several days...moving took over my life. But I hope to finish out the month in good fashion.
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine
own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct
thy paths. Proverbs 3:5,6
Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strenghten thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord. Psalm 62:5
Be strong and of good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them:
for the Lord thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail
thee, nor forsake thee. Deuteronomy 31:6
Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.Psalm 55:22
Fear thou not: for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I
am thy God: I will strengten thee; yea I will help thee; yea, I will
uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. Isaiah 41:10
But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our
Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and forever. II
Peter 3:18 Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and
power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are
and were created. Revelation 4:11
Two devotionals came through my email from Proverbs 31 Ministries.
"Shattered Beyond Repair" and "Why We Pursue Toxic Friendships".
The titles grabbed my attention immediately....reminded that the content of both once applied directly to my daily life. I try not to linger too long in those back-in-time moments, but am happy there are writers who touch on those topics, topics that others might find difficult to pen...to help others.
I'm happy to say I've gained control over negative thoughts and have learned when to let go of not so healthy relationships.
I've come a long way. I've known times of joy, times of heartache, times of want, times of need. Ive loved unconditionally, generated happiness....all for the greater good that God intended. Still, there's no escaping broken pieces, the fragments that resurface time and time again....why? Because of wrong choices made...by others. I will continue to pick myself up and continue to re-build. The spirit within me says I must.....for my daughters, for my grandchildren. While others made life-altering choices to harm and humiliate and their cold-hearted and sick actions re-visit innocent hearts of those I love...My story of Faith will encourage and inspire them.... there is no defeat in Christ Jesus.
I haven't decided what I'll be writing about or if I'll follow a theme. I am making a commitment to write or at least share a thought, a quote, a scripture for the next 31 days. Something positive to brighten your day. Hope you'll stop by!!
Blessings on your day!
Thursday, January 25, 2018
God is doing something wonderful in the deep places of my heart.
Early on in my
writing adventure, I embraced the concept that if I have breath in me, then I
have God given moments to share, to write about.It can be something of little significance or
something monumental; a joyful event or one that stirs up a bad memory or
hurtful situation. Regardless of its nature, the underlying hope is it might dish up a mighty serving of
encouragement or inspiration to another.
I admit, in all my human-ness, there have been times when the little
voices in my head tell me I’ve run out of things to write, stories to share. My little brain becomes so muddled by the
groans and murmurs of everyday life, writing is close to nil.
God has used such times to discipline and grow me, both as a
writer and a woman in dire need of a Savior. A reminder to myself that reaching others
comes through His call on my life and there is nothing I can do more of or less
of that will thwart His purpose. God reveals to me things I might otherwise be blind. I write to
bring glory to God; to be a witness to HIS unfailing mercy and love.
While pen has rested quietly on the table, prayers for direction, diligence, courage rise up. In His perfect timing and with move of the hand, words spill onto a page; not always
intended for a wide audience, not always for publication or distribution.......simple words.......reaching into another heart…in need of a Savior.
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just begins
to live that day.
