Welcome to Lisa’s world of words, and photography…ME!ABOUT MEAbout Lisa:I will begin with I am madly in love with my life today. This has not always been the case. I am 46 years old, and my journey to get me to madly in love has taken me down quite a broken ratty road. Yet this road of rubble was created by my own hands, as well the insanity of my heart. I was spiritually bankrupt. Almost 7 years ago I awoke from my slumber of finding solace in the bottom of a bottle of broken promises. I was filled with guilt, shame, self-pity, and so was the saying “woe is me”. I became a the poster child for “the world’s tiniest violin” always wanting someone to invest in my sorrow, and childish whims. I did not know how to adult, let alone how to live life without my numbing tonic daily. Well that is how it all started, alcoholism as I have learned is progressive. So daily turned to hourly, which turned to as soon as any sensationalism of my existence in this world seeped through my drunken stupor. I would then chug, gulp, and lick every ounce that bottle had to offer me in my awakened state of metal instability. I was spiritually ill! I was fooled into thinking I was trapped by a love affair I could not divorce myself from. My walls became higher, my veil darker, and my grave heavy with what was what I thought the last nail in the coffin. I was blind, deaf, and dumb. All my life was a fairytale of stories made up my own venomous ways, and my disguise of that darn bottle. I thought I had the whole world deceived into who was me, oh how sadly wrong I was. ‘Twas pride comes before the fall. I fell oh yes I did…HARD! Crushed every bone my body wore, all my blood was about to pour. Was I ready for what God had in store!Fast forward to now, my “one day at a time.” life. I am today free of my shackles, and I have the tools to know how to live my life on life’s terms without having to pick up. I am also aware this is contingent on my spiritual house, I have to be willing to turn my will over to God daily. I have to accept I am an alcoholic. “One drink is never enough, and a thousand is too many”. I have hope today, and I wake up grateful for another breath of life. I have been growing, and I am adulting to the best of my ability. I am living, and death is not at my door nor is it part of my daily schedule today.God gifted me life, He renewed my spirit within me. I am happily married to my soul mate. I have two beautiful young adult children, and 3 beautiful young adult step-children. I am goofy, and I love to laugh. I love having my hubby by my side in all of my life adventures. Mountain biking is my passion, and I love summer. Summer and I are like buddies, I can barely handle the goodbye until we meet again summer. Sign me up for anything outdoors, yes even winter sports. I live in Spokane Washington, the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I love to write, and have been here in WordPress before. I was a daily blogger, and frequented inside here for a couple years.I have been being molded, and shaped more as of recent by my potters hands. I took a little reprieve when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I am now three months post mastectomy, and partial reconstruction. I have one more surgery to be done in the late fall. I am healing phenomenally, and feel so much gratitude for my life. I began anew in here because I did not want to be stuck in a niche of what I wrote about. I am just going to write from the heart, and I will use the word of the day challenge often. Hey maybe even a few surprises will flow from the keys, for we never know where the spirit of the heart might lead.You will find many ways I express myself in my writing. Writing styles you will find here are Non-fiction Empathetic, muic, Inspirational, and Chatty too. I am not a photographer by any means, but I do share the ones that are allusive with my writing. I hope you enjoy my blog. I am an author, and am multi-faceted in my articulations of self. None of what I express in here would be possible without my creators hands, and his presence in my life today. For I am Lisa, daughter of God. I reside in my Fathers house, this is where I was restored back to sanity. This is where I find my daily reprieve no matter what is going on with me, on bended knee. If there was anything I could say to anyone it would be “don’t give up before the miracle happens.”And so it begins…I hope you find something that touches your heart, makes you smile, and is welcoming enough to make you wish to stay awhile. God Bless you all.

He gave me a clean slate

I was barely surviving living underneath the surface had become my purpose, treading water with the weight of the world pushing me under with each move of my arms. Bled my blood for the sharks to tug of war, and pull me to shreds. I was in my hardest of hearts already dead.

I couldn’t dare look in the mirror of fear of what might stare back at me. The monster within me had been unleashed. Each guzzle of that booze I became green with envy, and woe is me was my new game. With rage bursting through my veins. The air around me felt like a cage. With each sip I slipped away into the bottle to disappear. I was my own genie.

I recall the day knew I could no longer dance with the devil. I could not dress up for his call. I did indeed fall, but knew I wanted back up. I wanted back all that I allowed to be taken away with my insane brain. Bruised, battered, and stained. I cried out for my Heavenly Father in save of my life. He heard my cries, and lifted me from my depravity. His grace surrounded me. He protected me, and guarded me until I was clean of heart to start over again with Him.

God stepped up, and in. He held me up when I was to feeble to walk. He took stock in me. He cleaned me up, wiped away the crusted years of tears. Threw away my alcoholic stank clothes. Breathed into me a new breath of life, and with that my took my fears. I could feel the warmest embrace, softest hands in touch of my face. I did not have a desire to harm myself, all I wanted to do was bask in this new found truth.

He enable~d me to see just for a moment with a new set of eyes a world I had not seen in all too many a year. Tears of joy soaked my face, I knew the wall of shame I built so high was down. I could see the crown, the prize awaits if I could keep on keeping on even at a snails pace.

I could no longer woe is me, or drink with the freaks. I was not her anymore. I was His! He heard my cries, I love the Lord! He emabled me a new life. The old was washed away that day. I realized I must ask forgiveness of the whore I was. Amazing grace of was given to me, He indeed heard my plea. He enabled me to do the next right thing, from minute to minute at first. Now those minutes have turned to years. How sweet my Father’s love for me! Tears for new life in Him, until the end…

I love the LORD, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Psalm 116:1

After 6 1/2 years a mother and daughter reunited by the gracious hand of God! He saved a wretch like me!

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He delivered me…

He delivered me out of my sadness, happiness

He delivered me out of my madness, sanity

He delivered me from an alcoholic hell, sobriety

He delivered from all that made me spiritually ill, well

He delivered me from selfishness, selflessness

He delivered me from hopelessness, hope

He delivered me from an attitude of ungratefulness, gratitude

He delivered me from self loathing/pity, compassion

Jesus delivered me, and I no longer hide. I come to Him in a daily reprieve on bended knee with a new song in my heart. I have strength in lift of my hands, and I have a voice today. I can sing. No one can muffle my mouth, booze is not out for strangulation of my self. Praises humming. I get to chose. I chose life. I am delivered free of all the chains, my own self demise. I am His prize.

Jesus delivered me clean, and I am able to look that mirror straight in the glass I see a graceful lady. Nothing shady. The mirror glistens, I am not breathing broken glass. Waiting for the world to pass. Amazed at my eyes for they are the color green. In gaze at my face that should look so much older, and colder. For all the years of running with hate. Fate, yes He delivered me. I gave my life to Him in trade of my own imprisonment.

Jesus delivered me free. My death sentence was appealed at the cross. Crematorium papers misplaced. Declared she is no longer a danger, deranged, or estranged. Jesus declared me legally sane, and my life was singed of on. He paid the penalty on the cross, for how far I was lost. I owed a debt I could not pay, he paid a debt He did not owe. You reap what you sow. It was time for me to get up, go, and grow. I was free. Humming Praises long over do.

He delivered me

This is sanity’s smile, this is what I see every day since Jesus delivered me. And yes my eyes are green, who would have thought. Always was told they were blue, they are not. God could and would if He were sought! Sought!

Fernando Ortega said it best in “Give me Jesus” https://youtu.be/9rZ8k9m2hwo this song was sung was sung at Ruth Bell Graham’s memorial. Fernando is a beautiful soul, I had the honor of meeting him when he played at our church many years ago. Being once married to a P.K.’s kid comes with some cool perks. This song for me says it all!

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One-liner Wednesday: people can, and do change! Pray!

Upper left hand corner 7 years ago after being booked & arrested for a disorderly intox. Alcohol does not discriminate. I did not always look like that until I allowed alcohol to grab hold of me. I could not live without it. That picture can’t ever be unseen, yet the change in me now is seen! It is real, and known! Here I am 7 years later, and sober! All by the grace of God! I had so many people in prayer for me! Prayer works, Jesus changes!

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