“Not to pray because you do not feel fit to pray is like saying, I will not take my medicine because I am too ill”. ~Charles Spurgeon
Fresh is the morning birds song, and I might just sing along. Chirping, and swaying to the beat of my feet
Fresh is the suns yawn spreading its rays, getting ready to say, “hey it’s going to be a beautiful sunshiny day” It is a new day, a new dawn. Oh yes I can’t wait to get outside to play
Fresh is the coffee brewing in my pot, don’t stop. I believe in you, every sip I do I do. Creamy, sweet, and you give that little bit of pep in my step. You bet, I am ready for my first sip. I do not have a doughnut to dip, but oh that first sip
Fresh is the Lord’s word ready to absorb. This is not just knowledge for my head, it is a matter of the heart. Etched art, that molds my day. He is the potter, and I the clay. Every moment given to Him, for He always has my best. In this I rest
Fresh is my warm morning shower spilling over my skin. Waking me up, as well that coffee in my cup. It’s a brand new day, I am now to get ready
Fresh is the day, yesterday gone. Tomorrow not yet here. Living in the moment, closer to where I started chasing after you. One day at a time. One breath, and better yet just for today! I begin with YOU!
Closer to where I started, now chasing after YOU!
I cling to this today, in a world of uncertainty I find myself in prayer. I shall not live in fear, letting go of all at the cross on Calvary.
I find solace in the throne room right at my Father’s feet. I know without a doubt I can trust my unknown future to a very known God. The world may seem crazed, I just have to keep my focus on praising Him in His name! Father “thy will be done”.
This new world order is what must be for you to fulfill things I can not see. I am on bended knee, with faith over fear. You always have our best at heart, you have it down to an art. Even though we can not see the whole picture, you are holding the finished masterpiece in the palm of your hand! On this your truth I stand!
15 minutes until my tele-med appointment with my breast surgeon. Bruised on my sides, tissue expander flipped, and swelling quite a bit. Sleep I desperately need, Lord please calm my anxious heart…
My head whirly about with so much thought, I almost feel sick at the stomach. Stop that, oh it is you Lord speaking to my heart. Nudging me, pulling me in your direction. Whispers softly the Holy Spirit, so keen to know me. Look up
Oh yes God I believe you have called me out, it is worry. Yes Lord I read your word daily, write about how faithful a God I serve. Yet here I sit squirmisly anxiety ridden. Nail biting me, no. Frivolously doing the what ifs, yes. Yes Lord you want ALL of me. I am holding back a few strands of my heart strings. I hear the harpist pluking, and the melody missing the keys. Flat as can be. Yes Lord this is me. You know me oh so well
My heart feels heavy laden. Like a raven wanting to take flight. Yet here I sit in recognition of it. So Lord I give you ALL the strands of ALL my heart strings, my life! I yield it ALL to you. I hold nothing, empty I sit. All the walls are down. Send the angelic harpist back, let her melodic music pronounce I am in tune with you. Maybe a lullaby to pass the time of my mundane mind
As I bow my head to pray, and give you ALL holding nothing back. Laying prostate at the cross where my veil is lost. You uncovered me yet again, the sober Lisa can’t escape the clarity I find in the harpists rhythmic sounds. When it is out of key I know it, and it is ALL I can do to get on my face in seek of thee
Lord rid me of ALL this anxiety and worry. Help me to entrust everything to you. Allow the music heard to be the same as I speak from my mouth, and mesh with my heart. Thank you for knowing, and loving me so much to gently melt your truth upon my heart
Okay harpist let’s hear it now, play until you’re all played out. Then the pianist can sit in for you, and carry on with the same tune…
Play loudly upon my heart in unison we can sing, Praises to thee
6 Do not be anxious about anything,(A) but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.(B) 7 And the peace of God,(C) which transcends all understanding,(D) will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-
When I rise upon any given day waking to say that “thy will be done not mine”, I believe I will triump with God through that day
When I rise upon any given day waking to say “thank you Lord Jesus for this day”, no matter what my circumstances might be. I believe I will triumph with God through that day
When I rise upon any given day waking to say “God direct my thoughts, my feet, and let me be a light of the Holy Spirit that resides in me”. I believe I will triumph with God through that day
May I triumph with God at my right side. My guide, my anchor, my Father, and my Savior that walks on water. Abba Father who will not give me more than I can handle, and allows me through hard times so I might grow. The waves may seem tsunami like, and the rocks may cut like glass. I believe with Him I am up for any task
He is always there, and He will get me to the other side. So in Him I gain great perspective, and share my story. Yet again giving God all the glory. God never said life would not be gory. I believe if I can keep on keeping on in Him no matter the weather of my life, I can get through triumphant
For this I give God my Father praise! For He is faithful, and His mercies are new every morning. He love me loves even when I am weary. There is nothing I can’t triumph through if I am leaning into God. So I believe today will be another day I lay my head on my pillow, and say “thank you Lord for what was another great day done your way.” Triumphant I wish to stay
Save us, O LORD our God, and gather us from among the heathen, to give thanks unto thy holy name, and to triumph in thy praise.
Popped some tags oh wait those are my stitches
A conversation with my Heavenly Father;
Come unto to me child, let me lift that fallen chin so you can feel the sunlight beam, and turn your frown upside down.
I am here
Come unto me child, you are cold with naked skin let me clothe you and give you rest.
I am here
Come unto me child, you are so weak thinking you can not bare to go on, let me carry you in your weariness. Whisper you a lullaby.
I am here
Come unto me child, anxiety ridden your heart is heavy laden. I will take it all do not despair.
I am here
Come unto me child, let me wipe the new fallen tears. With each tear let all the fear be soaked up. Look up into my eyes, I your father have you.
I am here
Come unto me child, let me wrap you in my love. As gentle as a dove I will take you under my wing. You still have many years of song left in you. You will sing again, praises.
I am here
Come unto me child, you have walked many a mile. Your feet are calloused, and so much malice. Let me sweep you up off the gravel you walk. In me take stock, you are my flock. I take great pride in you. No more squabble just sweet surrender, I will give resting peace.
I am here
Come unto me child enter into my Kingdom. Upon your leave you will be holy, unrecognizable. Everyone will ask where you have been. You can I say I was with my father, the makeover you see in me is Him. He has taken residence in my heart. Radiating from my skin.
I am here
Come unto me child, it is a new day with a new start. All the years stolen I have given you back. You need not fret for another moment, I have you. We are one, and the Holy spirit is there as your guide. Hide no more. Walk out your door with your held high, for with me you are taller yet. You have been met with your maker.
I am here
The LORD appeared to him from afar, saying, “I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore I have drawn you with lovingkindness. Jeremiah 31:3
I sit under low lamp light with quill resting in my hand just right, simply a beautiful sight
Dip, the tip dripping with emotions in the most elegant calligraphy
The feather flirts with the paper in tickles as it writes
Dip the pen into the ink pot, as my thoughts are escaping from within, fleeing to papers spot
The quill makes the heart quiver, as the writer in me comes to life at its sight. Drizzling words the final draft
Leaking my soul for all to uphold the feather take flight upon the paper that is my heart. Art!
Dribbling to no end, hand cramps. Just one more trickle, and its final splash. Declaring “The End”
Feather light put back in it spot, as the lamp is turned off. Writer’s delight to have waltzed delicately in cursive perfectly
Until we me again, me and that gorgeous feather quill pen. Corybantic to no end, I could pick it up with never ending fervor
Beauty and the beast, beast and the beauty. Truly a miraculous story, and God gets all the Glory
Bloodthirtsy out to soak my skin caverness deep with alcolohics rage body numbing, and dumb to no end
The monster in me unleashed with each sip, turning green with anger I pour more making sure every one knows my wrath, savage bent
Needed not wanted oozing from within, my tongue dripping with lies my eyes hidden with my mask of flask. Camouflaged with the bottle
My tears not pure, just self loathe. Coated from head to toe toxic blow. My liver hurt. Yet my heart was dead. Feed me more, even the score
Sadistic creating my own self demise. Twisted and calculated my breath lost respect with every word spoken. I was blind, deaf, and dumb
Wake for the sake of alcohols pour, wanting to end my suffering. Just a buffer to make it through the days. Yet my own shaky hand held the knife. Shed my blood of my own self pity. Dripping with hate
Savage I am no more. God woke me from my drunken quake. He directed me to lit path of truth. He washed me in a grace filled basin. Splashes of grace, mercy, and love. Dunked me until all the filth washed clear, and I could look within a mirror
Beast turned to beauty. Savage to warmth. God saved my ravenous poisoned soul. Made me ravenous for harvest plentiful in only Him. Had me drinking of the holy water, and called me into him as His daughter
Saved from savage, put down my knife. Broke the bottle, and my spirit poured out new
Beauty and the beast. Beast and the beauty. Truly a miraculous story…
This weekend was just one of those weekends. I guess you could say I was in a bit of a funk. A little stuck.
Nothing too daunting, or that prayer could not see me through. I just have been waking in immense pain. I think per my personality I have over done it a little. My breasts felt like they were on fire, and I was extremely exhausted by the pain.
Healing from a double mastectomy is not just wham bam, and you’re healed. It is a lot of rest, and recovery. I don’t do very well sitting still. My sleep was suffering which doubled up with my mood. My poor husband who just wants to fix me, oh what to do?!? I know he could feel my energy, and it made him sad.
His suggestion yesterday was sweet, and very compassionate. Knowing he might have the chance at getting snipped at a bit. “Let’s go for a drive honey.” It took all of me to muster enough energy, but there we were side by side in the car. His hand in mine, and knowing that I probably needed to get out of the house I managed a half smile. A little laughter here, and there too. For how sweet of gesture for him to do. He could have left me at home, suffering with pain. Nope! He was kind, and his heart was 100% sacrificial love for his bride. He could not bare to see me not my usual bubbly self.
As we were driving, and talking I looked up in the sky. Oh my it was a heart shaped in the fluff, baby blue too. It was timely to say the least. I felt God made that heart just for my eyes to see. Of course I proceeded to take a picture of it. So in my pain, and rather dull mood I looked up, and oh my the sky was a beautiful shade of gray hues with a heart right there in the middle. I felt God in that moment. He made me realize the gift in my husband, and the gift in life. I might have been in extreme pain, but the cancer is no more. That sky was for me to see on that drive (suggested by my sweet husband). I know this for sure when we are connected to God He meets us in our need. He met me there in the car with my stare, and He gave me a heart shaped in a cloud to reveal his presence. It woke me from my hum drum mood. Before long my husband, and I were both rocking out to an old 80’s song. Air guitars, and all.
So classic, in an instant with God we can go from being a zero to a ten. He lifts the spirit, and He knew in that in that moment I needed my baby blue heart surrounded by puffy gray clouds for only my eyes to see. Jesus met me there in my car, with a heart in the sky to catch only my eye. Timely
“My times are in Your hands …” Psalm 31:15. At the right time, God will provide your need. At the right time, God will deliver you. At the right time, God will rescue you.
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.
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.