Petals of Promise: The Line

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 Dedicated to Ashlyn, balance that line and dismount into your Jesus’ strong arms

The Line

Do you create me to live beyond the line?

You’ve got my attention.  You straighten me on my feet with your words.  I’m walking and working in the dust towards a horizon you set.

There is darkness clouding the skies and my soul.

Are the wings of your spirit creating it?  It closes in on my life.  Only you can peel away the shadow of the night.

I wait.

You strike away the tenebrous in a flash.  You light the firmament and the darkest corners of my soul with blinding light. I cannot look rightly into your glory, nor can I walk without the light you create.

It is the soft glow of twilight I seek over eternal waters.

You design the boundaries between light and dark.

Just as you wrap up the waters in your cloak,

You wrap me at day’s end in your love. You draw more than pictures of black and white.  I praise you for colorizing my world and anointing my soul with an infinite palate of pigments.

“You introduced your glory, to every living creature on earth.  And they started singing the first song to ever be heard.  They sang for you.  You make all things new.”

You give me ears to hear the melody of your praise!

You give me vision to see the creation of your glory.

I want to trace the work of your hand.  I want to tread the high places of the earth with you, Lord.  My heart wants to do more than take baby steps into the watercolors of your strokes.

I want to fly, Lord, on wings of the morning, to the furthest horizon.

Do you create me to live beyond the line?

Isaiah 48:13, Isaiah 60:8, Job 37:3, Job 26:10, Proverbs 30:4, Steven Curtis Chapman, “You Make All Things New,”  Psalm 19:1, Amos 4:13, Psalm 139:9
Inspired by The Dawn Treader, by C.S. Lewis

Petals Of Promise: The Branch

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The Branch

You give me reason to dream.

In the warmth of your cloistered garden, I listen for the sound of your footsteps.

I am tethered to your trunk, the one true vine whose wood is better than any tree in the forest.

It is your father, my gardener, who prunes back last year’s cane growth for new buds to form.

You keep watch over me from heaven.

It is His vision of my shape in your kingdom come.

My barren branch spurs with your love.

Thirsty for your water, I can become like a wild branch whose leaves wither and produce no fruit.  My roots reach into the dampened darkness in search of your love.  My branches turn toward your light and my boughs support healthy clusters of leaves.  At your feet, the heavens grace my leaves with glistening dew.  At your command, the winds direct the eagle to soar and rest it’s wings of power upon my fragile branch.

Apart from you I bear no worth. I am the branch that remains in you. This year’s growth will yield delicate blossoms in light of Your time.  Eternally linked to you, I produce clusters of goodness.  Good soil and abundant water produce in me sweet, delicate fruit. I am created with the desire to live under the shade of your provision. You give joy and purpose to my life.  You are planning a celebration that will quench all who thirst for the full measure of your love.  Your own lips await the cup of your promise.

I will feast with you on the tender grapes and aged wine of your righteousness.

You give me reason to dream.

Genesis 40:9, Genesis 49:11, ,John 15:1, Ezekiel 15:2, Psalm 80:16, Isaiah 24:7, Jeremiah 2:21,Ezekiel 17:6,Zechariah 8:12, Ezekiel 17:7, John 15:5, John 15:4, Genesis 40:10, Ezekiel 17:8, ,Jonah 4:6, Psalm 104:15, Romans 15:29, Matthew 26:29
Inspired in “Tea Time” Prayer Group

Petals of Promise: A Collection of Prose

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It was a soft day in early Fall. An invitation comes teasingly with the fragrant whisp of wind tickles a deep, life-giving breath. I feel His presence when He brushes my hand with a gentle tug forward. An invitation by my Lord to travel even a few steps with Him drew me inside His pathway. I trailed behind Him, my bare toes almost touching the ivory train that gathered forest lingerings as He walked. There was a delicate sweet scent that linked to a memory of a secret garden where He and I played for hours as a little girl…There was this esquisite pink rosebush that was my favorite.

My Lord named that rose “Princess Victoria.” My memory pondered those talks of scared promises He made to me with the touch Victoria’s fragrance. I was brought back to our moment by flecks of color on the intimate leadings through the forest. Pink rose petals were fluttering out from underneath the trane of His robe velvet-crushed hem just for the feminine bold  touch of faith. I recognized the very petals. My Lord was leading me into my tightly closed bud and the painful process to open the petals fully in the Sonlight. “Lord, the blossoming aches so deeply, I can feel it down into the dark dampness of my most delicate roots,” my cold words of fear melting in the warm cusp of His Hands.  He knew as dusk fell, I could follow His promises by the fragrance to victory.

This was meant to be the forward to a book, a small collection, of prose entitled, “Petals of Promise”  It was inspired by Kathy Drake and her Beloved letters from our Lord. God would give me a petal. I would do light research around a theme and write a letter of prose to my Lord. There are only four in the collection. I don’t know if I can write any more. Tobii is as laborious as it is limited!!!

“Promises” by Sanctus Real

Dew-Kissed and Clipped

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As a thoughtful gift, a dear friend sent glorious flowers.  I pondered the deep colors and became aware how fragmented my feelings are at the moment.  I can’t “feel” the warmth of the beauty.

“God”, I cried out, “this is so not like me.  I am use to the whole experience and then some.”

As He usually does, He rarely answers me directly.  I heard Him whisper “I was up early and saw my flower still kissed with dew.  I hand clipped each flower for you.”

You too have hand clipped gifts through out your day.  If you can’t feel it to the fullest yet, stop and give thanks.  It is part of His intimacy with you.

Sunday’s Showcase of Truth March 23, 2014

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Amarilys Henderson
Earnest Prayer James516
watercolordevo.etsy.com 

I cannot put words to this Amarilys’ graced giftings. PLZ click that etsy link above to explore her talents. Those four girls up there are my amazing daughters. I have been pressing into that Truth with all the love I have for them. I just know God honors the unique passion of a mother’s heart in prayer that colors outside the lines of this life for her children. I love you Hope, Ashlyn, Megan and Kathleen. I’ve got my watercolors and His paintbrush spread out in prayer and we are playing colors onto the canvas of your lives!!!

Roads That Cross: Anxiety x Peace

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I can relate to Charlie Brown in this cartoon. I am a messy mix of anxiety and peace. The road map of these two roads, in my heart, is more than one neat intersection. It’s a tangled twist of peace/anxiety that would make the MacAuthur Maze 800px-MacArthur_Mazelook like a straight shot country back road. This is going to shock some of you that know me, but I’ll move forward anyway. I had my first panic attack in college. They lasted, off and on, for almost a year and then went away. I should have sought out help, but sadly 😦 I did not. They did not come back (that I know of) until we had health issues with one of our babies. (She turned out to be fine.) They went away again for a while until bandaids and a kiss did not make my daughters hurts all better. Then, another respite from the heart-thumping, sick nausea of spinning out of control until my health issues started bearing down hard.

In between seasons of anxiety and in places I should have experienced great anxiety, I would be immersed in seasons of great contentment and peace. I’d think to myself, I’ve finally found “the right drinking water,” Paul’s secret to be content in all circumstances. Philippians 4:12 New International Version I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I’ve had people comment how calm and collected I seem all the time. I’m not pretending. I live there often when I can keep God right in front of me: a graduating daughter, a first date or a new driver driving my precious girls to school, traveling out of the country with someone else’s child, a home renovation while living here, sharing a personal testimony to a large group of women, walking through Russia on legs that felt like rubber, natural Lamaze childbirth, etc. etc. etc. None of those life crazies triggered one. . .I felt at peace and fully supported in His arms. Even when the symptoms of ALS started and I knew something was very wrong, I remained caccooned. Until. . .

The doctor appointment’s began. Diagnosis loomed over me. I’ll find myself in another one, like being hit on the bullseye in a dunking booth, and down I’ll splash into another freezing attack. I don’t have any answers here. Oh. how I wish I did, for your sake and mine!!! Then, even in the thick of this progressive paralysis, peace will settle in a stay for a while: I’ll be immersed in prayer for another, lost in a creative venture (thank you T and Gaye), the busy dynamics of my girl’s diverse personalities together: entraces me in their energy, Bucky feeds me soup and the hunger abates. Peace lasts but a while. Then I need a new bed or a discussion about my need for a feeding tube ensues or it starts getting dark at the end of a hard day: and here I go again into some endless variation of panic. I am just here in the mess and mystery with you. I am getting medical help with this part of my journey. I’m doing everything I know to maximize my relationships with family. Just getting a good night’s sleep is a little miracle. I don’t think we “arrive” here on this earth. Peace waxes and wanes likened to the cycles of the moon in the darkness of night. It seems so thus far for me. Maybe you know something I don’t. Please share your secret with us!

When it comes to anxiety x peace: Do not walk anxiety issues alone. There are ways to help you cope and to control the symptoms.

Pursue:

  • Bible Studies
  • Prayer
  • Discuss/memorize His Word
  • Listen to Worship Music: Pachebel’s Cannon in D
  • Process Feelings but Focus on The Truth
  • Learn From Those A Step Ahead on their journey
  • Awareness of what triggers an attack
  • Profession Guidance: Counseling/Physician’s Check Up
  • Self-Comfort: a warm bath, a good night’s sleep, healthy foods, fresh air, a warmed blanket, etc.

Philippians 4:6-7 ESV

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Matthew 6:25-34 ESV

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

1 Peter 5:7 ESV

Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.

Isaiah 35:4 ESV

Say to those who have an anxious heart, “Be strong; fear not! Behold, your God will come with vengeance, with the recompense of God. He will come and save you.”

John 14:27 ESV

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

Proverbs 12:25 ESV

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad.

Proverbs 12:25 ESV

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad.

Matthew 6:34 ESV

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

Romans 15:13 ESV

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.

Psalm 94:19 ESV

When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.

Isaiah 26:3 ESV

You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.

Psalm 121:1-2 ESV

A Song of Ascents. I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

Isaiah 43:2-5 ESV

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior. I give Egypt as your ransom, Cush and Seba in exchange for you. Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you, I give men in return for you, peoples in exchange for your life. Fear not, for I am with you; I will bring your offspring from the east, and from the west I will gather you.

Image found: miriadna.com

Image found: miriadna.com

“I will gather you.” Thank you God, as I am scattered, you gather me up in your arms. Amen

Dearest Daughters: If I Could

Hopie, Ashie, Megums and KMay,

If I could open up your hearts, to pour, without loosing a drop, this would be my pitcher.

All of you know the piano connection to the music of the heart. Some of you better than others. 😉

From the deep longings of a woman’s heart, rain and water droplets wet the dry places of want. I remember, so often, watching rain droplets on glass, and everything in me, being at home in that moment. I wanted to soak up each and every one.

Let this speak to the Lord of your wants, Let it go in as deep as it will go now (Murphy Toener) and come back often. . .

  • to hear your heart longings spoken
  • to have your wants filled
  • to have your fears healed
  • to be delivered into more of yourself
  • to have your precious wants washed on with His love and mine

When you watch/listen, look for the little girl playing the violin in the rain.

If I could, I’d write a Momma’s love song, to grow into, just for you.

If I could, I’d play it on my violin, flawlessly just for you.

If I could, I’d make the melody linger in your heart, for love’s sake, just for you.

If I could, I’d make the rain wash each note with God’s goodness just for you.

If I could, it would be a wet witness of His Love and mine just for you.

My little girl, never knew to expect you, but you are all she could ever have dreamed and then some. 🙂   (Pinterest Inspired)