I am not ashamed

Okay, here goes,
and a warning to those
who don't know,
because I'm pretty sure
I've written before
about odd things happening,
stuff that doesn't happen to too many others.
Like the fact I've felt the brush of an angel's wing,
had prophetic feelings and dreams.
I've seen our Lord leaning over my bed as I try to rest.
I've woken up in the middle of the night
and seen in red neon light
the blood of Jesus surrounding our room
as I pray for protection every day
and every night.
Call me crazy,
lock me up,
do whatever you want,
I am not ashamed of the gift God gave me of prophecy.
Just promise to keep it 
between you and me.
K?

I CORINTHIANS 12:1-11

It's just me

Hey, God,
it's just me,
Sherrie.
You know that,
right?
So why do you want to use
insignificant me
to shine your light
after all I've been told,
been led to believe
was the real me.
I have no gifts,
I am not special.
I am too sensitive,
I cry too much, too easily,
and, o, yes, I'm weak,
even though I'm taller than them all,
which, by the way, Lord,
makes me feel even more like a geek.
It's just me,
Sherrie.
Why use me?

ISAIAH 55:8-9

"FOR MY THOUGHTS ARE NOT YOUR THOUGHTS,

NEITHER ARE YOUR WAYS MY WAYS,"

DECLARES THE LORD.

Fly your flag freely

Some days like today
I find my love for you
so hard to put into words.
How can you speak
of that kind of love?
Love that would take
a beaten down child
and turn her into
His own.
Give her a purpose.
He took his clay
and reshaped her that day
she wanted to go to the alter to pray.
Her mother wouldn't let her,
so Jesus sat down right beside,
put his loving arms around her,
and walked right in
to her open damaged heart.
She just wanted so very much to be loved,
to be noticed for the right reasons
rather than the wrong.
She tried so very hard every single day
to be the way 
they wanted her to be.
But being six inches taller
than everyone else
certainly didn't help.
And she had the unfortunate genes of her
not-so-liked father.
Which they still blame her for.
But sixty years later
she finally gave up
and decided to be herself,
to fly her "I LOVE JESUS" flag freely
and to tell the world
how very much they are loved.

ROMANS 8:38-39

FOR I AM CONVINCED THAT NEITHER DEATH NOR LIFE, 

NEITHER ANGELS NOR DEMONS,

NEITHER THE PRESENT NOR THE FUTURE,

NOR ANY POWERS,

NEITHER HEIGHT NOR DEPTH,

NOR ANYTHING ELSE IN ALL CREATION

WILL BE ABLE TO SEPARATE US

FROM THE LOVE OF GOD

IN CHRIST JESUS OUR LORD

PATH

WHY

AM I ALWAYS THE LAST ONE TO KNOW?

AM I STILL INVISIBLE?

WHY

AM I THE LAST TO BE TOLD,

TO BE GIVEN LESS TIME

TO ADJUST

TO WHAT'S HAPPENING?

AM I STILL

THAT LITTLE SCARED GIRL,

CRYING,

AFRAID OF SPIDERS,

LOCKED IN THE CLOSET?

IS THAT WHAT I AM TO YOU,

THE LEAST FAVORITE,

THE ONE THAT DOESN'T MATTER?

WHAT DID I DO TO EARN THIS WRATH,

FORCED TO TAKE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PATH?

I'M GLAD I TOOK THAT PATH,

IF I AM TO BE HONEST,

BECAUSE IT TURNED OUT TO BE

THE PATH OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.

IT'S WHERE I BELONG,

AND IT WILL TAKE ME HOME.

PSALM 119:105

YOUR WORD IS A LAMP FOR MY FEET,

A LIGHT ON MY PATH

YOU ARE YOU

YOU ARE NOT WORTHLESS,

YOU ARE NOT DIRT.

NO MATTER WHAT NAMES YOU HAVE BEEN CALLED,

EVEN BY YOUR FAMILY,

YOU ARE LOVED.

YOU WERE CREATED IN GOD'S IMAGE,

YOU ARE HIS CHILD.

YOU HAVE A PURPOSE IN THIS LIFE,

A PATH TO TAKE.

YOU ARE NEVER ALONE.

JUST CALL OUT TO HIM,

AND HE WILL BE THERE.

GOD DOESN'T MAKE MISTAKES.

YOU ARE YOU

AND YOU ARE LOVED.

PROVERBS 139:13

FOR YOU CREATED MY INMOST BEING;

YOU KNIT ME TOGETHER IN MY MOTHER'S WOMB.

ON THE WINGS OF EAGLES

IT SEEMS AS IF I HAVE WAITED FOREVER

TO FIND THAT OPEN DOOR.

I'VE SEARCHED FAR AND WIDE

AND KNOCKED ON SO MANY LOCKED DOORS

MY HANDS ARE SCARRED, BLEEDING AND SORE.

BUT, SUDDENLY,

THERE IT STANDS,

OPEN WIDE,

SO UNEXPECTEDLY.

I QUESTION MYSELF DAILY.

BUT IF I CAN HELP AND ENCOURAGE

AND EMPATHIZE

WITH ANOTHER

THAT HAS FELT WHAT I'VE FELT,

IS FEELING WHAT I FEEL -

HOPELESS, UGLY,

ALONE AND UNLOVED,

THEN I AM WALKING THROUGH THIS DOOR

UNCARING OF WHAT OTHERS MIGHT THINK,

FOR IT IS ALL FOR YOU

AND YOUR GLORY,

LORD.

WITH YOU, JESUS,

I WILL NOT ONLY WALK

AND NOT GROW WEARY,

BUT I WILL ON THE WINGS OF EAGLES

 FLY.

ISAIAH 40:31

BUT THOSE WHO HOPE IN THE LORD

WILL RENEW THEIR STRENGTH.

THEY WILL SOAR ON WINGS LIKE EAGLES;

THEY WILL RUN AND NOT GROW WEARY,

THEY WILL WALK AND NOT BE FAINT.

WHICH WAY?

I AM AN ALIEN
IN AN ALIEN LAND.
DESERT SURROUNDS ME.
I'M AT A CROSSROADS,
AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHICH WAY LEADS ME HOME.
ONE ROAD IS WIDE, AND LOOKS RATHER SMOOTH.
THERE ARE LOTS OF PEOPLE ON THAT ROAD,
SO I KNOW I WON'T BE ALONE.
BUT THE OTHER WAY IS STRAIGHT,
BUT QUITE NARROW,
AND I CAN SEE SOME HILLS AND VALLEYS,
AND I'M NOT SO KEEN ON CLIMBING.
PLUS, WHERE IS EVERYONE ELSE?
O, WAIT, THERE THEY ARE,
ON THAT COMFY LOOKING FENCE.
WHICH WAY?
SO I PRAY,
AND GO THE HARD WAY.
BUT THEN I RUN INTO JESUS,
AND HE CARRIES ME THROUGH THE HARD TIMES,
STANDS BY MY SIDE AT ALL TIMES,
AND WAITS FOR ME AT THE FINISH LINE.

MATTHEW 7:13-14

"ENTER THROUGH THE NARROW GATE.  FOR WIDE IS THE GATE AND BROAD IS THE ROAD THAT LEADS TO DESTRUCTION, AND MANY ENTER THROUGH IT. BUT SMALL IS THE GATE AND NARROW IS THE ROAD THAT LEADS TO LIFE, AND ONLY A FEW FIND IT.