Jailbird

Yesterday, I wrote a poem called “Prison,” and there were a few interesting things that happened before, during, and after.

First of all, remember the stranger who sent me a dress? Well, we’ve become friends, and the very next day, I received TWO MORE! One of them was black and white, and when I tried it on, I found it to be so comfortable. At the time, because I was working on flags, I took it off, until right before bible study last night.

When I put it back on, I loved it even more…so comfortable. I began straightening up, in case anyone showed up; when, all of a sudden, a poem started within me, shot me like an arrow. I grabbed the computer and started to write it out. Everything I wrote I’ve either felt or was feeling. It was so powerful, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for Facebook friends to see it, so I decided to only post it on my website, but God stopped me in my tracks.

A woman I've never met sent me this dress.
A woman I’ve never met sent me this dress.

As I rolled my eyes, I posted it on Facebook, and within seconds, a couple people appreciated it (it was needed, so God knew what He was doing, as usual). I also received some private messages about it. I was humbled at how God used me and began to cry.

As I reread it, I cried some more, and then, I thought about the title God gave me. It was so spot on: the prison within, being behind bars without a cell, and in the midst of the tears, I looked down at my dress, thought of the old prison uniforms from TV, and began to laugh…black and white stripes. How awesome is God!!

Before yesterday, I didn’t own anything with black and white stripes, so the timing of the dress, the way this poem shot right through me like an arrow, the title of the poem were no coincidences. God orchestrates things perfectly, and if we follow suit, they all run smoothly.

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“With Blinders On”

having not forgotten
I dance on this path
trusting
sewing
dying
writing
singing
believing there’s more
if I just keep moving
at times it seems tougher
when I feel a tantrum coming on
lonely
crying
fearing
quitting
noticing
that my foot doesn’t want to move forward
that my life tends to want to run away
but in those moments I remember
the path He’s put me on
oh
there’s a right and a left in view
but my path is straight and narrow
it’s not a sin to cry
but I must move forward
there’s a destiny I see
and every step creates the journey
I want to leave a path for my kids to teach about
I want to leave a legacy to carry on
not of my name but of His
not of my plan but of God’s
two more dresses came today
a total of three in two days
a stranger who’s a friend
dressed in glory
dancing in glory
releasing glory
to reign down again