Tag: keep it simple
One-Liner Wednesday-trust the engineer of your life
“When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.”~Corrie Ten Boom
There are those days the traffic in my head is noisy, and disrupts my peace
Bustling aggravation the hustle, and bustle of the trains whistle. It seems so long. Does it even have a caboose. It does if I choose
On these very trying days are the days I must pray, and pray starting out my day is a must. That way the traffic comes to a halt. It just stops
No more horns, trains, sirens, and such. Just the hush of the quiet still moment God instantly provides. Peace is granted. I am to be still, and know that He is God
That traffic is of my own doing. So when things get to noisy, or busy up in my head, I must lay it to rest! I have the tools today to not over think it, or analyze it. A daily reprieve, and it starts first thing. Before the crowd, and rush of the day
Hushing myself, and being still knowing He is God. The roads are cleared, and my thoughts silenced. The Holy Spirit guides, and rises above the noise. No need for the traffic to even begin
Traffic update, all roads are closed. Streets are clear, keep moving on God will make the way for all systems go. Peace is the next sign I will see, my day is His! It is that simple, on bended knee. A daily reprieve
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
Make America God Again, no matter the outcome
With emotions, and anticipations at an all time high today. I know tomorrow whom ever is our President I will be the same as I am today. I will continue to pray for the President of our country. Either way, it does not change that I will continue to pray daily. As well it certainly does not change my heart. It may change how I pray, and what I choose to pray for, it is that simple.
I know who I voted for, but either way my prayer for today is that we can “Make America God Again”! Amen! So as we all sit here wondering, what will be the outcome of what seems the most critical election in History, nothing has to change. God has ALL authority! He already knows the outcome. I myself am to stay near to Him, and continue on in prayer. Just like any other day, I did my honor as an American. I voted, and I take great pride in that. May we all take pride in The United States of America which was created by the hands of a great, and mighty God. Which was founded on “In God We Trust”.
Blessings to you all today. May we be loving, gentle, kind, compassionate, accepting, and a blessing in another’s life today!
Life is most defiantly 10% what happens, and 90% how we react to it. Make today be beautiful no matter what the outcome. Choose to be the difference.
“I would encourage every person who loves this country to pray and to turn out by the millions to vote. Don’t just watch the news and be depressed. Stand up for America! Vote for leaders who love this country, defend the Constitution, and support law and order. Most importantly, pray.” Franklin Graham
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
There was no rhyme or reason with alcohol and I, death was my play day after day
There was no rhyme or reason to anything I did in a day nor what I would say. I was captivated by the pull of the bottle as it helped my feelings not to be at play
With each drink making all of what was MY life go away. The pull so great. Enebriate allow me to dance with the bottle day after day, adversity chants
I could never get my fill, I was seeking my own kill. The thrill of all the chaotic madness to sit at bay. Leave for a whole day. Play with me, drink me to sleep. Sing me a lullaby. All in my head. Drink me deaf, and dumb
Wake again to bathe it into my pores. An alcolohic insanity. Travesty awaits. Pick the bottle back up again, Lisa was ready for her game
There was no rhyme or reason I just wanted it to all go away. Who cares how you feel, I don’t feel so just leave me alone to wallow in my pity. Oh you hurt, whatever. You don’t even know my pain
Can you imagine trying to reason with a person such as who I was? Lost in the fuzz. Just let me get buzzed, and sit in my selfiness. Drunkin stupor. This was my 24/7. My mind so crazed it was my heaven
God could not touch my callsoused heart. It was an art. Wearing my mask, and hiding alcohol in my skin
Thank God for His grace and He shook me from this place. Turned my life upside down. Saved me from my drown. I was a bottom feeder before, but man did I ever hit bottom. There was nothing more to do
I desperately needed the ryhme and the reason. Tis the season for change. No more deranged. I wanted a rhythm in my heart, and needed to feel my pain. Stained as I was it was time to trade my bottle for the cross
Put it down drank the grace God poured out. Drink it daily. One day at a time. My life has been given back to me. No more trying to slit my wrists with alcoholic bent
I sit here in awe at all my Lord has done. I see the sun/son! My days are not dark, I walk in the light. Alcohols just an excuse I do not adore. Just a horror
My hands raise up in thanks for He saved my life from my own self. All I want is His will. Praising God his mercies are new every morning. For this story God gets all the glory!
Romans 3:24 But by the free gift of God’s grace all are put right with him through Christ Jesus, who sets them free
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 10/2020: A happy medium in a happy marriage
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “medium.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Recognizing when you need to find that happy medium in life. Through prayer, and God my husband and I realized we needed to talk. All good, just a reconnect that needed to happen.
My wonderful husband was one of the one’s who at the beginning of Covid had a job that was not considered essential. It was good timing with my breast cancer surgery, but no good man likes to be out of work. They find a satisfaction in putting in a good hard days work, and as well in the routine it brings. Work defines who men are. So we got a little off kilter when he was off for 5 months, and now is back into the full swing of things.
Now please don’t get me wrong my husband is defined by his relationship with God. That being said it clearly states in the Bible For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule: “If a man will not work, he shall not eat.” We hear that some among you are idle. They are notbusy; they are busybodies. Such people we command and urge in the Lord Jesus Christ to settle down and earn the bread they eat. Thessalonians 3:10.
There is happy medium though, men can get very consumed with work, woman too. I heard my husband say when he got called back to work it was happiest he has been in months. I get it too. So this leads me to our loving conversation this morning.
We need to find Brad, and Lisa again. Leave work at work, and find a balance in our lives. We need to put our phones aside, acknowledging one another more. Appreciating the gift we have in love in one another. Get back to laughing, and flirting with one another. Get back to the basics, as if we were dating. I believe my surgery took a huge toll on us as well, and this has nothing to do with love. We wholeheartedly love one another, thus the need to communicate where we are at today.
So this being said, it is all out. Love is an action word, we can talk about something until we are blue in the face. We have to act on it in order for change to occur. So we have figured out where the ball has been dropped, not placing blame. Each looking at our own part. Each cleaning our own side of the street. I need to smile more, and be my goofy 🙃 self more often. I am easily overwhelmed, and time frames really wreck me.
So knowing our happy medium, and having have had it before we know what is needed to get there. So into action we go! I am thanking God for man who stopped in realization of where we were at, and what is needed now. It started with us praying before we even began to talk. To let the spirit speak through us. How easily a conversation such as what we had could have gone very sour, and walls be put up.
Instead I feel like a giant weight has been lifted, and I know what I can do on my part to make my marriage a little brighter, and much lighter. I am gonna flirt with him like a he is my first high school crush, make him blush! Maybe we will go park and make out! Blessings all! 😋
One-liner Wednesday: life is…
“Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it. ~Charles R. Swindoll
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
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!
Getting a little real
Real talk; 🙏🏻
I need to get real here, having a double mastectomy has been much harder emotionally than I ever anticipated. I know validation of being a woman does not come from that of vanity. I just know I did not take the time to grieve what I have lost. My emotional well-being has suffered as of recent. I am trying to live in the now, and am doing my best to practice acceptance. I can’t change what was, or that I know longer have these body parts. I also need to find my validation in God!
I have been very emotionally upset, which means I need to work on a few things personally. Asking for prayer from my dear family/friends. I have one more surgery November 9th. If I had it my way I would not go, but it is not my way. Please in all of this know I know how blessed I am to be cancer free, I just feel at odds with my new body. I was never a fake me makes me type of girl, and here I am getting my tissue expanders taken out for implants. I just wasn’t okay with nothing at all at the age of 46. Just asking for prayer for acceptance, and for my upcoming surgery to go without complication. God bless you all, I needed to get this off my chest (play on words)…🙏🏻💜
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 19 2020; “tion” Redemption
Redemption, redeemed. The song below was played on our wedding day. The lyrics are absolutely beautiful. I can’t imagine not being a believer in these days in time. Salvation, Jesus saved me. Jesus saves, period! The most broken, weary soul He will restore!
These times we live in are perilous. They are daunting, and are trying on the spirit. So Holy Spirit fall fresh on me. For you are how I get through all the things I have seen on tv as of recent that can’t be unseen. Jesus this world needs your unconditional love, that comes from receiving you at the cross.
Reflection today brings me to my salvation that came from your redemption! This all allows my spirit to be set free.
Porcelain doll, so dainty and fair. How long have you been sitting in there?
High upon the top shelf of the lit curio cabinet, I see you are scatched and dirty
You are definitely a sight Amoungst the reburished dolls, they are so pretty. Gleaning white. I bet you were just as them at one time, a doll makers delight
Your eye sits out of socket, you’re a little twisted in your posture. Not beyond repair, I see you sitting you are not beyond my stare
Porcelain doll, so dainty and fair. How long have you been in sitting there?
I imagine with all the dust fallen in your hair, it has been awhile. You’re not groomed or styled like the rest
I bet you are one that holds much value, and history too. I can see my hands taking great pride in you. A new stiched outfit, your hair with a soft curl around your little face
I will buff you, and shine you back to your prime, and put you back in place. Antique, you are. Priceless, I as a doll collector I see your value. I look pass the grease smudges on your face. I see you white as snow in its place
When my hands are finished with the making of you new I will place you back upon the top shelf. You will no longer lean on the one sitting next to you. You will stand with elegance. Every eye transfixed to the top shelf, where you are no longer tarnished
Porcelain doll so dainty and fair, look at her skin glowing white, almost translucent. She is near perfect. Her cheeks soft pink with matching lips too. I wonder who takes claim, who’s hands does this doll belong too? Famous hands I trust with the look of that of a near perfect touch
White as snow, white as snow, thought my sins were as scarlet,
Lord I know, Lord I know, that I’m clean and forgiven.
Through the power of Your blood, through the wonder of Your love,
through faith in you I know that I can be
white as snow. Maranatha Music
Phillipians 1:6 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion