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Adrift no more, anchored at the cross she gets life abundant

Adrift she is not, for He touched that one very sweet spot. She grabbed for it as it was her last life. Sweet as a honey bee, and its nectar

He gave her a hand up from under the cloud covered all consuming of “I”. “Woe is me”, no more

Down the river she will never float again in fear of pulsating rapid’s, she does not live like she is immortal. Reckless abandon no more

She is anchored in the cross for there her sobriety wins, “one day at a time” a daily reprieve it must be

Adrift no more He took her very broken wings, and allowed them to soar singing with release fly

She is no longer choking upon her breath, He breathed a new life of breath in her. Death only at His hour, all power to Him

She is no longer in wander with lack of directional purpose, she is in the pursuit of God’s compass 

She has hope for her youth has been restored when He scooped her up from her own drown in her own self pity

Iniquity is not swallowed away with a gulp. An angry middle finger does not exist in protest. In his His throne room she lingers, she sits with hope. At His right hand there she can be found safe and of sound mind, sanity reigns. Insanity tossed at the foot of the cross

Adrift that is no longer a part of her life unless it is for recreational sport, for God took a spear in pierce of her heart

Adrift no more, He has wiped her slate clean of her fixaction. Tied down, anchored, clinging …”Stable” now that is not a word she thought would again be in her vocabulary

For God is her lifeline divine, and stability she found, adrift what is that? …she has been found! Abject to her own misery no more

2 Corinthians 5:17

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/11/18/abject

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“Yes Lord I am here” underneath all this earth

Reaching from under the rubble, my own stinch making me sick

Glazed over eyes, grasping at straws. Dark no light Clausterphopia setting in

Life so raw, I just wanted to be buried in my sleep. Fast asleep in the deep beneathe the earth

Should I have been surprised when He whispered my name echoing through the broken dirt

Dust breaths, “yes Lord I hear you”

His voice so distant, but yes he was there hollow his voice bouncing from the ground that encased my body

My rescuer has sought me, to take my hand to free me from the rubble, alcohol no longer my idol. A faitour it was, but the good Lord has won. Imposter slithered away

The breath I breathe today is clean, crisp, and not lacking any oxygen

In my enibraition He gave me a taste of what it was like to breathe a new breath of life, my taste buds were on fire with desire of Him

He was no longer far, he was right there at my aide. I could see again, I could taste again. It was more than good!! It was His saving grace, His face

Psalm 34:8
Taste and see that the Lord is good;
blessed is the one who takes refuge

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/13/11/faitour

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 7/2020-please God let my bed, and pillow just be a sojourn for me…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “jour.” Find a word containing “jour” or use it as is. Bonus points if you start or end your post with that word. Enjoy!

I am desperately lacking sleep with my new breast disposition. Last night there was just no way to find comfort in my pain. I tried to reposition my body in hopes of comfort. I am now hoping my bed is just a sojourn for me.

I read up a lot about dislodged breast tissue expanders. I am being told that my whole expander rotated, and I most likely tore muscle. As well the stitches that I popped are my pectoral muscle stitches. Just when I thought I could say I had a surgery with no complications.

I created this, but not by being reckless. I didn’t do anything that at 7 months post double mastectomy I am not allowed to do. I guess I should have listened to the push back my body was giving me.

When a woman gets into a new home she wants to make up her new home. There would not have been a lot to stop me other than what is now. I was on a real roll, the day this happened I took 10 large boxes to the recycle, and 2 bags full of packing paper. My house is close, but no cigar. So now my husband says I can point at objects, and tell him where they need to go (so blessed) but in all honesty that just seems to defeat all I have done. I create when I put my home together. This whole rotated expander just bites, and now surgery is just around the corner.

This breast cancer journey has been a long one indeed. I am so grateful to be breast cancer free. I just believe I might be a little sleep deprived, and agitated that my body is so stuck right now. I always participate if I can in this SoCS prompt.

I think it best for me to rejourn once I have found a little sleep. I like to be peppy, and positive. Right now I just need to step away for a bit. Get back to the heart of the matter being, take some quiet time with God. Sleep must be found, and I also must be ground in Jesus!

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

https://lindaghill.com/2020/11/06/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-7-2020/

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My clock was a little broken, and I sat unspoken. Silent and still

Looking back many years now passed. Thank God no crypt was waiting, I refused to go back under ground, or drown in that bottle

My clock had been off, my feet missing the beat. The second hand fell off beneathe the glass. I could not tell the hour. The power of my will, Lord please let it die. I cried out

Walking a little out of sync, trying to find the rhythm to my rhyme

Integrating God as the cornerstone of this odd passage in my life. If I only had a dime for every time God’s will was so very different than mine

Jesus take the wheel, I don’t wish to take a spill. My life was spinning round, that clock was enough to drive me mad. That stupid second hand

I sit here in awe at the Mystery of God’s will. I was tested, proven sober. More alcohol placed in front of my face then water. The devil tried to toy with me, and he did not succeed

An alcoholics worst night mare, my sobriety was put on the line. Beer stein shoved in my face. God poured out His grace. I walked away every time without a sip

Nipping it in the bud, back to AA and surrounding myself with good. I got a little lost. My heart took quite a push

When push came to shove Jesus as always just drenched me in His uncondtional love. No more unhealthy people, just the church and its steeple

Time I got that second hand fixed, and synchronize my life with His. It is such a cool watch, one I wished to wear. The second hand fixed, so I never miss a beat. Nor fall from my feet, seek Jesus at the cross where none gets lost or overlooked 

Sober I stand after tested relentlessly, my mind almost went mad. The struggles of an alcoholic, thank God I did not touch that poisoness tonic

Thank you Jesus for watching over me, and nudging hard my heart. For that part in my heart broken yet again. No more tail spin. With you please until the end. For this life is temporary, I don’t want to miss a single beat. For only you let me seek 

My clock was a little broken, and I have sat unspoken. Silent and still. Satan wanted His kill to no prevail

Jesus won! Check one for my savior who brought me out of danger, did a little open heart sugery. Purging anything not of him. He wins, and I have life. I love going under the knife after hard life’s strife. Synchronized!

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/10/27/crypt

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I take stalk in…

I take stalk in that the Lord will bless thee, and keep thee

I take stalk in my morning devotion, and prayer allowing things to go as they should

I take stalk in knowing this life is not all about me, for that alone has set me free

I take stalk in knowing that God’s mercies are new every morning

I take stalk in knowing that I get to give Him all the Praise, and glory

I take stalk in knowing when I let Him run the show, He is the author of my story

He is holding the pen, and I am letting Him. Prayerfully until the very end.

All by itself the soil produces grain–first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. Mark 4:28

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/26/10/stalk

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Good Sunday morning y’all, Happy Sunday!

This picture was given to me on our drive to our new place yesterday. It has been a very early, very cold unexpected winter. I am always looking for photo’s opportunities.

I am not made for the cold, I am a summer loving gal. The older I get the more this is confirmed. God is always faithful to reveal His presence. At one point while doing laundry at our new place, with no furniture we sat our old bodies down on bare carpet and Zoomed. Recovery is always key for our spiritual well being. They go hand in hand! God helps us with sobriety, and we can’t have God without sobriety. Thus our spiritual house always needs to be in order.

This picture is a picture of our beautiful summer sky in the middle of our now winter wonderland. God gifted it to me. God knew what I needed in the bitter cold winds, and in it getting under my skin. He gifted me a picture I was able to keep hold of for the day. The beauty in this life, no matter sunshine or snow. Maybe a little bit of both He is always there! Faithful for He cares for us!

This is the the day the Lord has made, may we rejoice and be glad in it! God bless you all this day!

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Recovery, a daily one day at time walk to remain sober is in order

I am a recovering alcoholic, I will always be an alcoholic. I have God, and a recovery program that helps me “one day at time” live life on lives terms.

I could not have imagined even an hour without a drink, let alone a few. 24 hours seemed nearly impossible. Here I sit with 7 years, and 2 plus months of continual sobriety.

I lived to drink, and drank to live. Anything not to feel. My whole life became a lie. I was deceptive, a thief, and my heart was calloused.

I woke up putting alcohol in my coffee (oh the thought how gross), and I thought I had everyone fooled. With breath that reeked, and words slurred. I was so far from the God I once adored. The shame I felt, was killing me. My life was held on by a thread. A thread, that at any moment was about to snap. I was in a place of complete incomprehensible demoralization. I was spiritually sick, and made myself insane. Every drink made me a little further from who I once was. How could I stop?

It came down to a very broken moment, a prayer that God would take this drink problem away from me. I was made very ill, which was not usually the case. I had the shakes uncontrollably, and the years of shame showered over me. I prayed for God to relieve of the bondage of self. I was on the run so very long. I was weary, my heart so tired.

That began what is now 7 plus years of sobriety. I have a daily reprieve with my loving God, and a program that too holds me accountable. It reaches in to the depth, and is the solution. Alcohol is, but a symptom. So I these two go hand in hand.

I can’t have sobriety without God, and without sobriety there is no God. So I have to keep my spiritual house clean. The cobweb is gone, but the spider is still there. There is nothing a drink will not make worse. I attend meetings regularly, and yes it is a program based off of anonymity. I chose to share my story. That is my choice.

All by the grace of God, and one day at time I get to be sober. God has to be my priority. God has to be my number 1, and I feel my program is a gift from God. I can’t ever forget where I came from, and humble is my feat. For there in an instant there goes I…

Step Twelve
“Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs

All by the grace of God
One day at a time
Recovery is possible!

I am a miracle, I get to be part of a world of people of miracles just like me!

Sober is me just for today!

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/18/10/recovery

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Setting sail taking flight for in you my Lord I delight

You took my very broken wings, and gave me flight. I soar swiftly, yet gently across the skies. Day and night

You took my broken heart, and were the ultimate surgeon. Purging the old, and replacing it with new. Your hands were that of Uncondtional Love. No greater love known to man

You took my eyes that saw no hope, and gave me a new forecast. Taking off my mask, and giving me perfect vision. Opened my ears so I might hear, and allowed for my life purpose 

You took me when I was lost, and were my compass. Drawing me out my map. Nudging me along the path. Giving ample supplies to me survive, you heard my cries

When I was shipwrecked at sea you Lord came for me, and salvaged the wreckage. Crafted with the best carpeterners hands giving me a new boat. Set me back out to sea declaring victory in your name. I will never be the same

So I have set sail, and have also taken flight. For in you Lord I delight. With your mighty hands you drug me to safety, and I need not fear anymore. You steer me in flight, and at sea. Amazed in awe of the beauty I see in me. Potential to be anything you want me to be

Alas I have set sail for greater things this life has in thee, you are captain of my ship. From my mouth drips words I am eager to share. For your love, grace, and compassion for nothing compares

Isaiah 40:31 but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/17/10/sail

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I am not one to boast just toast in His blessedness

By the grace of God I am filled with gratitude that I get to be part of such a platform as WP. It all starts in my morning on bended knee. My daily reprieve, “Lord thy will be done”.

That thy will means even in here, that He writes through me. I want to be used for the good of His greater kingdom. I want to be lead by the spirit, and I want to share what my creator has done in miracles in circles around my life.

200 blog posts, just bliss! I thank all of you who read, like, encourage, and stop by with a kind comment. I have actually made a few friends in here, and it has been pure joy! I love what happens when I get out of the way, and let God have His way with my day. 200 blog posts Praise God. Blessed to be part of WordPress!

Acts 20:24 However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me – the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace.

Thank you all for being part in my blogging journey