“Sobriety Delivers Everything Alcohol Promised”.
Words are to be lifted from the soul! Photograph’s are memories of the heart yet to unfold! Let’s begin!
“Sobriety Delivers Everything Alcohol Promised”.
No matter which democracy we sit under I will always be proud to be an American. This will always be where I learned “In God we trust”!
I believe no matter who is President, Jesus is King. My husband and I went to a Brantley Gilbert concert Friday night.
Amazing, and so all American is all I can say. He had the crowd singing (which I teared up) “The Star Spangled Banner”, we chanted loudly “U.S.A”! He brought our military up on stage honoring them for serving our country . For 2 plus hours I felt the most sense of normalcy since the beginning of Covid, and our new compliance mandates.
I felt so dang proud to be an American! I will never forget what this country was founded on. I will never give up my rights, or freedoms that were created by the Constitution of the United Stated of America. I live in faith over fear! I will not fear, nor will I comply if it is me giving up my individual God given rights. So wait, are we not doing my body my choice anymore? 😂. Switched it up on us, the irony in it all. I don’t believe in abortion, just in case I confused matters. The before statement is what “they” always said. Now we don’t have that right! They choose when to give it, and then when to take it away. I will not comply, because this is just the beginning of what we are signing up for complying to.
We think these are hard times, we are just at the beginning of what our world will see. So no greater time to trust God, and say God take my will, and my life. Let me serve you in every way so I can be a light in a very dark world. Let me stand tall for the ones who have been muffled by fear! Proud to be an American let me stand up free to be me!
I am so happy we decided to throw away our masks for a night, and go live life in its fullest. It was so worth it just to be brought back to the fact that not all hope is lost, and there are still others just like me. Proud to be an American.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collar.” Use it as a verb, a noun, or metaphorically. Bonus points for using it in all three ways! Enjoy!
Collared in God’s love. For years I was on the run. Enraptured by grace I stopped long enough to see His face.
The collar around my neck finally loosened with His grace. I was panting for my run was so long, and hardcore. I was no longer bound by my own noose. I called a truce.
I was finally caught at the cross, and he leashed my heart. Lassoed it, with the bond of his mercy so great. I knew I was free, I was able to put my old scraggly running shoes in the garbage. The soles were worn through to my barren feet blistered, and calloused. No more malice, or insanity as I prayed for God to free my heart. Collared in God’s love.
My feet sink deep into your earth, firmly taking root. Soil bed I lay, nurtured there
The ground kept watered generously, waiting to unveil life blossoms within me
From a shoot to a flower in full bloom. Vibrant in color, a kindergarteners best kept crayon
Fertilized, and nursed to keep disease at bay. New growth daily
Fervent I grow, and fervent He keeps me. The soil that swaddles my new growth keeps my leaves from withering
Storms pass, and winds blow. Wanting to steal my beauty, make my leaves cower
Soiled in the the seed it is now permiated into my roots, giving me the boost to keep growing
I will not wither, fade, or ebb. I shall stand tall within my root bed allowing to be fed, and fostered
For I am firmly rooted, soils bed has fertilized my core. Beyond any compare
Peace in the watered bed of soil I lay today, and everyday. May the storm pass fast, leaves not dwindle
Flourish not flounder in my pot of life, where I have taken on life. Vibrant no matter the weather’s climate, ravens quake at the sight of the soil they coil away in fear
Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness. Colossians 2:7
Seriously what happened to you? How long have you been playing broken beyond repair? Your eyes are dark. You are lifeless like a mannequin. How long has it been since you have called anyone a friend
Sinister is your stare, doom lurks over you. Your thoughts are without life. There is no color surrounding you. Given up, given in. Let Satan have the last word
There is no swim in your sinking sand, long past your one mistake until you finish incomplete. Your bridges are burned, and ties cut. Your gut is pained with ulcers. Your heart races with compulsion. You wish it over now
Sitting one last night in shame, always placing blame. Listen to your daughters cry. You cursed her with your lack to pay. Eviction notice on its way
When did you become helpless? When did you become so feeble minded, and lose your marbles?
No one can make any sense of this. You are a lonely creature, death is pounding on your door. Even the score is that what you think?
For what its worth I have long prayed for you to come around. Stop dragging people through your mud. You were once a man of noble character, now just a thud. Grave robber. God is to chose the day, and the hour
I pray God shakes you to your core wakes you from this selfish state. I can’t bear to think the play date satan is having with you. Did you invite him in for a drink or six. Wake up!
Lord shake him now, wake him for my kid’s sake. Grab his heart, and free him of his afflictions. No matter the time that has passed you will always be apart of me. 18 years is not easily dismissed
I am not hanging you out to dry, I am pleading with your broken heart to let God give you a fresh start. Give it all to him, every last reaper thought. You can laugh again. Quit bathing in your sin, lathering in the guilt, and laid quilt for your memorial, what purpose does this serve you? Get up
I have no claim on you other than that of our children. Please stop with remission know you are not beyond repair. Life has hurt us ALL very deep. God is greater than the wounds you keep, Give it all to Him
Let God claim victory over your story, let Satan hiss away from you his prey. Keep Him so at bay, by crying out in Jesus Name
For this I pray that you find life, and life brand new. Happiness, and even a skip in your step. I have never wished you ill. For we both have suffered at our selfishness. Get up now, it is time. All it takes is looking up. I would not be so emphatic if I didn’t know this is possible if you… just as I did…Surrender
Please just surrender
Psalm 51- 10-14 10 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
11 Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.
12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.
13 Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee.
14 Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.
Open your eyes, can’t you see how murky the water is. Open your eyes can’t you see the water is rising at a rapid speed. Open your eyes can’t you see your own insanity. Daily surviving has become your purpose. You’re so used to living under neath the surface.
Open your eyes can’t you see the jet black veil that covers your face, is it even a surprise it has blinded your sight. Open your eyes can’t you see it’s pitch black, and their is no light. Wake up! You sleeper, you’re so used to living underground.
Open you’re eyes can’t you see all five of your senses are dead. Open your eyes can’t you see your head is on backwards. Open your eyes can’t you see you don’t even know your left from the right. You’re so used to living without any direction, correction is unwarranted. Open your eyes can’t you see you’re so used to living in your coal-black life.
Open your eyes it’s so cold look around at how far down you have fallen. Open your eyes you’re unclothed, and without blankets. Open your eyes you’re so dull to the mossy earth filled hole you have gotten yourself in. Open your eyes to the grimy sloth you have become. You’re so used to living without any feeling.
Open your eyes to your inky pupils. Open your eyes look up, stop looking down. Look up from the lurid waters. Look up, and pull the veil away from your face. Look up from that grimy chamber of self loathing. Look up, and see the light. The light will reveal your clothing. You’re so used to living vulnerable, and exposed. Self malice. You’re completely calloused.
Open your eyes you are no longer drowning, your veil has vanished, and your feet are on soft dry land. Self pity has at last left you, and your eyes are brilliant with light. Your spirit is now filled with living water. Now get used to living, directions, and sight. Know with God who extended His hand in save of you, you don’t have to live with barely surviving being your purpose. You know longer have to live underneath the surface. Open your eyes.
Say to those with anxious heart, “Take courage, fear not. Behold, your God will come with vengeance; The recompense of God will come, But He will save you.” Isaiah 35:4
This was written in response to the Word of the Day Challenge: Inky
I can taste the richness of my life this morning as I wake, not the bounty of what the world glorifies as wealth. I can savor the abundance of grace that my heart is adorned with. I am bewildered knowing I am loaded with His spirit. I am free to be, I am His!
I am dizzy with my cup that over flows with acknowledgement that God is doing for me what I can’t do for myself. My grin is large, even my teeth show big from within. My smile is wild with the breath of life that flows through my core.
I am skittish with the anticipation of what my day may bring. I sing goofy songs, and make up dopey lyrics. Gratitude sweats through my every pore. For my God I so delight in. He holds the pen.
Affluent is my life, as I have had much strife to stretch me. I am learning, growing, and I am becoming an adult. The little Lisa that did not want to grow up, is becoming who she has been called to be. If this is not enough to make anyone giddy…
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