Life

Waiting…

Waiting is hard, but I feel I am meant for more.

I hear the hackling of the vultures,

They pick at my relentlessly

I am tired and bitter

What Now?

“Wait.”

How?

“Wait.”

They circle overhead waiting my next move.

They want me to fail.

I feel already have.

I fall to my knees.

I do the only thing I have left.

I let go.

I let go of everything I think I am.

What I think I’m meant to do.

I’m Yours.

Strength.

Courage.

I’m His.

Something begins to stir deep in my soul.

I’m still in the desert, but I smell the rain in the distance.

Hope.

I Am His.

I’m waiting.

I’m standing.

I’m ready.

I Am His. 

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Life

Today I Choose Joy

Sadness comes in the dead of night, in the morning when I think of our talks, It comes on a backroad with a song we used to share.  Loss is hard.  Choosing Joy in the mist of sadness seems even harder.  However it is a choice.  I Choose to say a prayer when the night brings a cold chill.  I choose to talk to God in the morning where are talks used to be, and when the memory of you brings me such sorrow I choose to remember the good times.  I miss you, but I choose to hold on to God in the mist of my sadness.  I choose joy. Thank you MiKay Gray for choosing joy.

Daughter of Grace

Today I choose joy when school is pushing anxiety;

Today I choose joy when people can be rude;

Today I choose joy when I don’t feel healthy enough;

Today I choose joy when life is hard and isn’t going my way;

Today I choose joy when the devil is trying his hardest to depress me;

Today I choose joy when I’m scared of change;

Today I choose joy when I keep on stumbling;

Today I choose joy when my friends reject God’s love;

Today I choose joy because I pray God will send me again;

Today I choose joy because I know there is hope for the future;

Today I choose joy because I’m desperate for God’s help;

Today I choose joy because I am child of God;

Today I choose joy because that grade is not going to matter 5 years from now;

Today I choose joy for myself;

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Life

Lost Sheep

My take on Luke 15.

I come across a group of women talking.  They whisper and stare at me.  My shame comes across my cheeks like scarlet.  My cheeks burn, they know what I’ve done.  They know the sin I carry.  They see me through self-righteous eyes with no remorse.   They just see my past.  They’re grumbling tones echo, “She is with that man, The one who welcomes those disgusting low life’s and eats with them.”  Then I feel a hand on my shoulder, and the low grumbling tones become hushed as He begins to speak,  “What kind of person would love and care for hundred sheep, and when one goes missing, not go and find that one?  No, the shepherd would leave the ninety-nine in open country and go after the one that is lost until he finds it. When he finds what has been lost, He would carry it so carefully back home and once home rejoice with all his friends!  Look! I have found my sheep which I love and care for!!  This is my daughter which I love and care for. I have found her!  I tell you I rather have found this ONE, then have ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.”

The group of woman stand blank faced. Their remorse is now with themselves. Speechless. I say nothing as I walk away redeemed. forgiven. I am His Daughter.

I did not deserve it, I could do nothing to earn His love, yet He pursues me with a reckless abandon.  Oh Reckless love of God…Keep Overwhelming me.
If you have never heard this song by Bethal you need too!