Yesterday, as I was washing dishes, I was reminded of a past Christmas gift from Scott and began to think about a gift from God. Continue reading
It’s funny: last year, after the porn convention, I doubted I’d ever go back, yet when they called me, asking if we’d come back, I didn’t even hesitate because THAT’s what God does!
Two things… Continue reading
careers aren’t mentioned
in the bible
but children are
dancing down the aisle
having someone to talk to
my past, present, or future
Well, I wasn’t going to write today because writing makes me tired, and I have a lot of flags to sew, so I decided to write a quick poem about what was going on in my heart, and as I read it, I began to weep.
I love it when my own poetry touches my heart.
As I was crying, I couldn’t get rid of what I wanted to write about, couldn’t push it to the side. I’d woken up with it, and evidently, the only way it’ll go away is through my fingers, so through these tears, I’ll give you my heart. Continue reading
if the kids are in the room
and I’m on the computer Continue reading
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.
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.
Your scent is in the air
breathed in by me
Your Presence all around Continue reading
given permission to buy
but comparing prices with your worth
when your worth isn’t known
everything seems too expensive
still arguing your worth
still Continue reading