“Set guard over my mouth Lord. Keep watch over the door of my lips”. ~Psalm 141:3
“Anyone can find dirt in someone. Be the one that finds the gold” ~Proverbs 11:27
I feed my body food, and pour water down my mouth to nourish my body to give it strength. I pray fully ask God to nourish my soul to. Make me whole, make me well. So I might dwell in the house of the Lord
I wake to go to Him in prayer. Humbly stating more of Him, and less of me. Lord God nourish my soul. Make me whole, let me feel your presence today. Pray, pray, pray. Make me well, so I might dwell in the house of my Lord
Just as much as my body needs food to grow. My soul can not live on bread alone, but every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God. May those seeds take root, and grow wildly through my soul. Nourish me, and make me whole. Let me sit, and spiritually feast with my Father. May His table be where He meets me, and may the spiritual foods I devour give my soul fervency for another hour. Make we well so I might dwell in the house of my Lord
Again, and again I will go to His throne room as my heart needs Him. As much as I am in my own pantry looking for food when I am hungry, may I never get weary of going to Him when my heart needs to be massaged, and filled with scriptures that nourish. Make me well, so I might dwell in the house of my Lord
For if this I do all through my day, hungry body/hungry soul. I have another chance with a new day of maybe dwelling in the house of my Lord. Search my heart Oh God, and make me well. Minute by minute, hour by hour. Nourish my soul so which with you I can be full
For thee I uphold
Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’” Matthew 4:4
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “color/colour.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or pick a color and write about it–use it any way you like. Have fun!
I am so grateful this world is full of color in personalities! We are all different, and that splash of color is what makes the world go round.
Could you imagine no color in people even on a bad day. Those hues of gray, black, navy, they all make us who we are. If we all shared the same red tones, or were green daily how boring human relationships would be.
Today I am the bursting at the seams in pink. I am full of color of love and compassion. Pink is kind and comforting, full of sympathy and compassion, and makes us feel accepted
What ever color you are keep on keeping on. Know tomorrow is a brand new day, and possibly a brand new color awaits. Color your personality who you are. The box of crayons is yours for the taking, it is your choice what color you are on any given day…
Psalm 139:13-14 You alone created my inner being. You knitted me together inside my mother. I will give thanks to you because I have been so amazingly and miraculously made. Your works are miraculous, and my soul is fully aware of this.
Color me in God’s crayon box always!
I was like a kid in a candy store. Entering through the gates of Yellowstone National Park. Squeamish feet, ready to meet my first sight of wild life.
Surreal, the canvas surrounding me. Every catch of my eye, I could barely take it all in. Asking my husband in a childlike voice when do we stop?
And…there it was a field that dreams are made of filled with Buffalo. It was so surreal they were massive animals, and looked so tame. Yet said to be the most dangerous animal on the mountain.
Running from the car up the paved pathway I tripped, and fell hard. Raspberry elbow, knees, and bloodied knuckles. I was quite a sight to see, first aid kits kindly approaching me. I was up as fast as I was down (shook it off no time to fuss). I had to capture these creatures with my eyes, and to no surprise my camera. I was immersed in the most magnificent field of God’s creation. A field of dreams.
Surreal indeed from start to finish. That trip to Yellowstone did not disappoint. From Buffalo, to Buck. The icing on the cake was a Grizzly Bear. All my life living in a state where they are spotted all around. I had never seen one with my own eyes. To not fear it I would have been a fool, but to see the beautifulness it brought me to my knees in pictures take.
My eyes were awake for I was enraptured in God’s creation. Surreal as surreal gets in that park in July with all the memories I left with. You bet I was like a kid in a candy store, nature never fails to impress. God set out to create the very best! Would have been deemed insane not to invest in such a sight.
Letting go of self in all I do, taking me back to you. When I see self getting in the way I simply pray.
Letting go of self in all I do, so I can see my day through with your will not mine. Humbling letting self slip away, as to see that God knows best in His ways.
Letting go of self in all I do, it is the only way I know my day will be one of peace and serenity. More of Him, and less of me. Lord take me to my knees, letting go of self in all I do.
I do want to see this day through with only you. Letting go of self in all I do, trusting you with it all. I know you will truly see me through. More of you, and less of me. As many times as I need to go to my knees…because my life is so much easier with you!
“Then he said to them all: ‘Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me.’” Luke 9:23
“A teardrop on earth summons the King of heaven.” ~Charles R. Swindoll
“Experience the most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.” ~C.S. Lewis
I don’t drink like a lady. All it takes is one sip, and I am off to the races. That bottle in wait to rape my innocence, me oblivious. As well I will gladly take you with me to my self made hell. Oh well
Smite with each drip. Sipped turned to pour, turned to guzzle like a whore
I don’t drink like a lady. My inhibitions loose. My heart calloused, and the desires of the world worn like a string pearls
Smite I don’t drink like a lady, there just isn’t enough. As much as I was knocked down a notch with each drip I didn’t give a sh*&! As long as I couldn’t feel. Waited for its kill, the thrill
I don’t drink like a lady. Forgetting my title as wife, and mother. Slurred colorful language that usually was never heard my tongue did not hesitate. I hurt so I wanted you to hurt
Smite I don’t live there anymore. I gave up that bottle of self pity. I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I envy not that prison within anymore. My chains are broke. The old woman inside of me I don’t have to be. Her day is long dead, and gone. I am redeemed…
Smite no more, today I am am free of the alcoholic whore. Grace He poured, and I drink it deep within my skin. One day at a time, I am free of my alcoholic spiritually ill suffering
Smite I don’t live there anymore, you’ve got the wrong damn door