LET GO AND FLY (UPDATED WITH NAME, PICTURE & SCRIPTURE)

Troubles come

and troubles go.

Seasons pass.

Nothing lasts.

But one thing must remain.

Faith in He who made

everything.

He causes the birds to sing,

the sun to rise,
the sun to set,

the clouds to rain,
or just slowly pass by,
calmly,
in the gentle breeze.

He is in control.

So take a breath,

let it go,

know that Jesus knows.

He is the beginning,

He is the end.

He holds us in His hands,

He loves us beyond

all comprehension,

a love that we will never be able to understand.

Don't let what you're going through

persuade you

to give up on the only Holy one

who gave His one and only son

so that we could live,

despite our sins.

Don't be chained to the past

because the past never lasts.

Look only to today,
never in the rear mirror,

and what you can do for Him
now.

Be a light in this dark lonely world,

and remember who is in control.

Not you,

not me,

but the Holy Trinity.

ISAIAH 40:13

BUT THOSE WHO HOPE IN THE LORD

WILL RENEW THEIR STRENGTH;

THEY WILL RUN AND NOT GROW WEARY,

THEY WILL WALK AND NOT BE FAINT.

My Foolish Soul (UPGRADED WITH SCRIPTURE & PICTURE)

Forgive me Lord for my unbelief,

 and not being as hardy as a small mustard seed,

for questioning your desire to take care of me,

and for doubting you'll provide for my family in this economy.

Help me to remember that you're always in control

no matter the circumstances

or what I'm feeling in my heart, mind, body and soul.

I believe in your Holy Word and everything that it says

and not in this world that fills me with dread.

Forgive me, my sweet Lord, for my foolish unbelief,

and here on my knees

I beg you to please never leave.

ROMANS 5:5

FOR HOPE DOES NOT DISAPPOINT US,

BECAUSE GOD HAS POURED OUT HIS LOVE

INTO OUR HEARTS

BY THE HOLY SPIRIT,

WHOM HE HAS GIVEN TO US.

Reach Out A Hand (UPDATED WITH SCRIPTURE)

THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY BABY BROTHER, WHO WE LOST IN 2015, WHO WENT TO BE WITH JESUS AS A HOMELESS MAN

My heart bleeds for the lost,

the fatherless, the motherless,

but mostly the homeless.

So when I help those that God in His own words tells us to help,

why am I ridiculed?

They say I am being used,

and that is very true.
But I'd rather be used by Jesus for whatever reason,
in whatever season.

I am fatherless,

but, by the grace of God,

I am blessed to have a small comfy home

to call my own.

Why do we turn our backs on those that are less fortunate because they've made wrong choices,

or so we are so quick to believe?

Haven't we all made a wrong turn or two?

If you say you haven't, I don't think you're telling the truth.

Is it fair to continue to punish those that we believe have made mistakes
or so we are so quick to claim?

Who are we to judge?

Doesn't Jesus ask us to forgive seventy times seven?
And that's not just a number.

That means to forgive them always, infinitely, forever.

As we judge, so shall we be judged,

and as we forgive, so shall we be forgiven.

Love your enemy,

reach out a hand,

forgive someone today,

even if you don't understand.

You could be entertaining an angel
for all you know.
Or so I believe
down to my bleeding soul.

PSALM 5:3

IN THE MORNING, O LORD, YOU HEAR MY VOICE;
IN THE MORNING I LAY MY REQUESTS
BEFORE YOU
AND WAIT
IN EXPECTATION.

Where Are You? (UPDATED WITH SCRIPTURE)

"Where are you?" I cry out

in the deepest hours 
of the somber creeping shadows of the night.

"I'm right here, I always have been,"

You, O so quietly reply.

You've made your promise

til the very end.

You don't have the capacity to lie like other men.

You keep all of your promises,

you won't budge or sway,

never like the others

who so easily strayed and ran away.

You are the light of my love,

shining so brightly

from so high above,

So I pray

constantly

for your wisdom and your peace.

Please let others see your reflection

when they happen to gaze upon

my face instead.

You are my rock,

my salvation and love.

If one person can see that,

if one person can be touched,

then I believe

my work

here on this lost earth

is done.

PSALM 27:13

I AM STILL CONFIDENT OF THIS;
I WILL SEE THE GOODNESS OF THE LORD IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING.

                           

Through A Glass Darkly (UPDATED WITH SCRIPTURE)

My heart aches.

I can feel it breaking

shattered into little pieces of glass.

It will take a miracle
to piece it back together again.

I was sure my prayers of forever

had been answered,

but I can see them fading away,
like the fog in a mystery.

Then the frustration and panic kicks in

because I have no control.

I cry,
sobbing hysterically,
then I beg,

make promises
I know I can't keep.

I don't know
what I've done wrong

or how to stop
my heart from breaking,
aching.

I've tried my best,

followed God's guidance

held His hand

I've not gone out on my own

or turned the wrong way

or followed a different road

or stayed
sitting
quietly
on the fence.

And where has that led me?

Where do I go from here?
It was me all along,

I was the one who was wrong.

It can be so hard to see
your own reflection.

I don't like the image I see,

but Jesus sees me differently,

not a reflection.
I realize

only He can give me
the love I need.

He knows me best,

sees past the lies

I see Him
through a glass darkly

He sees me
clearly

1 CORINTHIANS 13:12

FOR NOW WE SEE ONLY A REFLECTION AS IN A MIRROR; THEN WE SHALL SEE

FACE-TO-FACE.

NOW I KNOW IN PART;

THEN I SHALL KNOW FULLY,

EVEN AS I AM FULLY KNOWN.

Heartache (UPDATED WITH SCRIPTURE)

Late Saturday night,

lying in the darkness of my room,

my television and my dog keeping me company,

yet still I feel gloomy,

and the tears flow freely down my face,

wondering if I have a place in this race.

The pain keeps me awake,

and confusing thoughts

bind my mind

because, as it turns out,

I cannot please everyone all the time.

All I can do is try my best.

I'm not perfect and never will be,

never have claimed to be.

This life has been a constant fight,

and I'm more than ready for it to be over.

I want to be welcomed home

where there will be no more tears

and where I belong.

I'm tired of the heartache

this life causes

when you're born so sensitive.

So I give it all to you, Lord,

take this burden from me,

not knowing what I've done wrong,

singing the same old song.

Please don't be long.

I want to come home.

PHILIPPIANS 1:6

...BEING CONFIDENT OF THIS
THAT HE WHO BEGAN A GOOD WORK IN YOU WILL CARRY IT ON TO COMPLETION
UNTIL THE DAY OF CHRIST JESUS.

REVIVAL (UPDATED WITH SCRIPTURE)

What has happened

to the good old days,

revivals,

prayer meetings,

where Christians weren't afraid

to lay hands on and pray

for the sick and the infirm

the way we were instructed to do

by our King,

Lord Jesus?
Is any of this ringing a bell?

Nothing has changed.

Our faith is still the same.

Is it fear,
or

the fact that the world may think we're weird?

Well, I have some news for you,

they already do.
After all,
they DO call us
Jesus Freaks.
(A label I am very proud to claim.)

Have we become that ashamed?

I need prayer.

And not the kind where I'm put on some kind of emotionless list,

prayed for by someone that doesn't know my 
needs,

let alone my name
or that I even exist.

We need to remember who we stand for.

I went to a place,

a new church

where they didn't even know my face;

didn't have a clue

what I was going through.

But do you know what the Pastor did for me even before my husband and I got out of the door?

He chased after me,

anointed me with oil,

called for an elder,

and prayed.

God had spoken to Him,

and the important thing is,

he was obedient

and he listened.

Churches should be healing places,

not somewhere to go to see famous faces,

unapproachable pastors that have become so busy 

they have forgotten the very reason

they answered the call to preach.

A pastor should be a shepherd,

and we his flock,

and when we are hurting,

we should be able to call on him

instead of going through his minions.

So don't be afraid or ashamed.

Lay hands on the sick

and pray.

After all, the healing doesn't come from you,

it comes from the Lord.

You just need faith the size and fortitude of a mustard seed,

one of the smallest seeds ever seen.

That's all you need.

And there are so many of us out there

who really need to know that someone, anyone out there cares

enough to take the time and pray.

If you don't personally know of someone that's sick and infirm,

then pray for me or my daughter,

please.

You will be blessed beyond measure

if you just step out of your comfort zone,

and it won't take you that long.

All you need is a humble and willing spirit

and want to know Jesus as much as you can know.

We need revival here in the states,

so I'm calling on other countries

to reach out,

fall to your knees

and pray.

Please.

JAMES 5:15

AND THE PRAYER OFFERED IN FAITH WILL MAKE THE SICK PERSON WELL; THE LORD WILL RAISE THEM UP.

IF THEY HAVE SINNED, THEY WILL BE FORGIVEN.