Tag: praise

Laying my mother-in-law to rest tomorrow

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 6 Comments

Prepping Bible verses, listening to my husband’s hearts share as we lay his mom to rest tomorrow.

We know her final resting place is in the arms of Jesus. She was a believer, and that brings us so much peace. My husband is at the age where many of his friends are losing their parents. This loss brings him to the loss of both his dad, and mom. It really makes you think, and ponder the years of your life.

The City of Spokane Police Chaplain happens to be a dear friend of mine. He is doing her service. He just texted asking if I was ready with my Bible verses. I am (tearfully) I am.

Psalms 23 

1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing. 

2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, 

3 he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. 

4 Even though I walk through the darkest valley,I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. 

5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. 

6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

She was an artist this was their family Christmas card in the 70’s. She was so talented! My husband is the one holding “from L.A.”.
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Bobbing for Apples, splashing in living water

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 2 Comments

Then I was a walking sinfilled creature. No nurture needed I got this. See right here, as I grip tightly and blanket my beer

Then I was even known for sassy, Crass with each glass

Yes saucy too, when I would get sauced I was shameless in that bottle, no throttle

Then I was vulgar I can only imagine the things that came out of my mouth were nothing to boast about, toasted was not a good look on me

Then I was loud, and sure fire shifting moods with each drink of my freshly yearn, wanted so badly to fill the burn

Then I was immodest as all my inhibition got tossed away, my mirror image nothing of the same. My flesh stared back at me, I was of the world. Swirling in drunken misdemeanor behavior

Then! Take notice of (then past tense). These are all past tense as my heart has been reconstructed upon the cross, all my sin was lost. Taken, and healed when I kneeled for forgiveness

I exchanged sassy for love, joy, and peace which came from God above. These attributes walk with me daily

Saucy was so long. Forbearance, kindness, and goodness set in. From my next of kin to a complete stranger. Rendering a gentle demeanor

Faithfulness, and gentleness left vulgar on the roadside hitching another ride. For my faith is strong, and mouth washed clean

Self controlled the one the Lord said hello if you grab onto this, all the others will line up. Immodest you can not be. For there is beauty in modesty

All these are the 9 fruits of the spirit. The greatest of attributes according to the Apostle Paul. Oh how beauty is adorned with each one. I did not stall in applying them all

Holy Spirit fall fresh on me, make my eyes and heart heed to all of these. For brassy is not something I ever again wish to take title to. I bid you adieu with His grace and mercy. A sure fire way to stay one with him

If need be I will take compartment in the Produce Department. Taking up pleasure in all the delectable fruits. Each one bursting in flavor, until I too can mimic all 9 fruits of the spirit. Bursting from within…

Brassy is not classy in the eyes of the Lord!

Galations 5:22:23-22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

A silhouette of a man, with soft whispers prayer kept me from hanging on by a moment

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Mute, my words to slurred to commute. A sleep in the steal of all that has life. My heart in dark caverns stop.

Everything is unfair in my coke bottle thick eyes. Yet shocked everything comes as a surprise. Contradiction in my affliction. Sorrow does not rain on my parade. No umbrella needed I am not protected. Vulnerable to every sip, and lick of that bottles drip.

A cadaver stiff, my body slowing. All my senses going. I know I am immortal, but the bottle seems a lifeline to some portal. I drag a toe tag wrapped around my barren foot. My life is soot. I drink to live, and live to drink.

Sitting in front of my tombstone in an inebriated state. Damn name better be carved in slate. I deserve, I need, I want, I should. Famous words of the alcoholic. Memorized by my tonic. God then stepped in with defibrillation. Not in deserve, but persevere of what little is left. Last chance for one last dance of a beautiful life. For which I had not known.

IV fluids on standby. Flush the plague. My life so vague, why would He think to hydrate me with saline. V tach no more. Life is being pumped in. My senses are being pronounced, I hear a prayer being sung over my spirit.

His prayer is delivering me out of the darkness. My whole body is being filled with life abundant. Sight, sound, touch, taste! My life is not a waist. Coke bottle glasses removed from my face. I see the most gentle, compassionate eyes. A silhouette of a man, with soft whispers prayer kept me from hanging on by a moment.

I was instantly falling in love with Him. I was desperate for change, forgot all I was lacking. Starvation for choose no longer. Taking His invitation. Falling more in love with Him, letting go of all I had held on to. Nothing to lose, with my life revived. Check for pulse, strong in Him. “One day at a time”.

To put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness. Ephesians 4:22-24

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“One day at a time”

He delivered me…

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 8 Comments

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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