standing in the waters
knowing that You’re there
afraid of nothing
watching the waves go by
unaffected
protected by Your Love Continue reading
standing in the waters
knowing that You’re there
afraid of nothing
watching the waves go by
unaffected
protected by Your Love Continue reading
when the Spirit of the LORD
breathes through my soul
it changes my direction
it makes me whole
like a mighty wind
like a gentle breeze
like a quiet storm
come transform me Continue reading
The other day, I read one of my poems to Lee, and it made me cry. I told him, “I WROTE this, and it’s making me cry!” It blew me away, but that has happened in the past. I’ll be proofreading and will cry, laugh, etc. It’s funny. But the other day, I was sharing this with someone, and their response wasn’t so funny.
After telling this person how the poem made me cry, he said, “That’s because God wrote it.” That’s a common response, and I don’t agree with it. Continue reading
where my heart may be found
is deep in God’s heart
I don’t mind offending to reveal Continue reading
On Wednesday, I went to the park to snatch up Lee, let him shower, and take him to an old car show, but he was nowhere to be found, so yesterday, I stopped by for a visit and caught him off-guard.
When I pulled up, he was resting on his “cart” of bags, sleeping. I gently sat next to him, so when he lifted his head, he was pleasantly surprised. The night before, he hadn’t slept very well because the cops showed up super early and chased him away Continue reading
seeing what isn’t seen
knowing what isn’t said
tasting what isn’t real
When I was a little girl, I had dreams: dreams of becoming a mom, dreams of becoming a teacher, dreams of being loved, etc., and along the way, some of those dreams were forgotten (or stolen), and I lived my life as an adult in a place of settling because this-was-just-the-way-it-was-going-to-be. Of course, that was a lie from the pit of hell, but it sure did pull me down to that pit with it, until God… Continue reading
dancing
in a dream
that’s reality
twirling
up on stage
with new desires
beauty
of the flag
released from my heart
do they know
do they realize
does it matter
being up on stage
not craving attention
being up on stage
not looking for money
being up on stage
dancing only for ONE
dancing
to the rhythm of His Love
to the breath of His Spirit
to the thoughts He has of me
years forgotten
time restored
angelic present
releasing a song
of redemption
It seems like, every day, there’s so much to write about, and every time, God picks what comes out of my heart onto the screen. This morning, He said to write about what I experienced at the Graham Cooke Sessions over the weekend, so here it goes. Continue reading