The Saddest Lies and Sweetest Truth

“I walk alone”, the sad song sings amongst a million echoing. The hardest thing to believe is the lie of solitary suffering.

“You’re not enough just as you are”, that lie falls on a million hearts. You’d be ok if you could change this or that but not be the same.

A million other sad lies extend to houses all across the lands, near and far we are the same targets of an evil game.

The truth is millions of times sweeter, if only you could be believers, that God is our forever friend, with us daily to the end.

And He loves you just as you are, His best creation, His loving heart. And He designed you just the way He would do it all again today.

So do not heed the many lies that try to hurt and make you cry. For lies they are and read the Truth, for it was given just for you.❤❤❤

Ode to Blessed Imperfection

I am not perfect but I strive to be humble.

I am not eloquent but I work to encourage.

Never early but ready when I get there.

A million flaws but a million and one smiles.

I miss a lot but see the needy and help.

Not popular but known to love the Lord.

I focus on the big picture but God points out the details I need.

Not always lovable but my children respect and love me.

Not always a great wife but always a forgiving one.

I am not perfect but I am blessed to know humble is better.😄❤

Pridefully Alone or Humbly Held

Deep in richest pride, I walk alone.

I declare my proud right to self-government

And there is no room for God to work.

In pride, I am so important but so lonely.

When pushing for myself, I push God out.

But when humble, I am held by God

For He has room to enter in.

Humble, I am worthy of rescue and comfort.

Humble, I can accept God’s great intervention.

I am pridefully alone but thank God I am humbly held.❤

I am Not a Genius, But…

I am not a genius but, I know someone who is.

I am not the most skillful artist, but I walk and talk with Him.

I am now the most eloquent but the One who is can talk through me.

And maybe I am not beautiful but in me God’s glory be.

So if we want to be the best, no pressure should we feel

We just need take the hand God and He works perfectly.❤

Take Me Back

“There was once in our lifetime,

A time of joy, a precious dance sublime.

Now that time is in our past

And I long for precious memories of that.

Take me there to that time

When I was yours, your heart was mine.

Take me back to that day when I was yours that way.

See if we can bring back moments of splendor.

See if we can bring back hearts full beyond measure.

There was once a holiday

Where the best thing we could do was meet our gaze.

Now that time is in the past.

And I long for sweetest memories of that.

See if we can bring back moments of pleasure

See if we can bring back hearts full beyond measure.

Take me there to that time

When I was yours, your heart was mine

Take me back to that day when I was yours that way.

I was yours that way.”❤

I am singing this song tomorrow in church. I wrote it pining a lost love and revisited it after reading Revelation 2 (Rev. 2:1. “To the angel of the church in Ephesus write: These are the words of him who holds the seven stars in his right hand and walks among the seven golden lampstands. 2. I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked people, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. 3. You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. 4. Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken the love you had at first. 5. Consider how far you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place.”) where Jesus tells us He longs to be our (the church’s/saved ones) first love again. And this song gained immense power to me for it is the song of Jesus’ heart toward we whom He loves so very much and longs to draw us back to Himself. That relationship is far deeper, more meaningful and eternal. It is always our choice. He is always willing and eager to love us. His arms are open, come on in.❤

When Waits the Soul

When waits the soul with bated breath

The love divine, primordial pull,

The captive plays a wondrous game

“Loves me, loves me not” it goes.

When waits the soul of tender heart

For love’s culmination on the cusp

But never seeming to arrive

The heart and soul scream “It must!”

The soul waits hard and with heaviness

And each day grows more impatient

When waits the soul for lover’s voice

Or eyes or touch or gentleness.❤