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My butterfly ballad

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ Leave a comment

At one time for years I thought I had this perfect swagger to the dance I shared with the bottle. I was sure I could model this ballad after Travolta. I am sure now it would have repulsed ya

At one time I thought I was elegant with each step in sync. Little did I know my feet were toppling over one another in a my inebriated stagger. The ballad I waltzed to was in my head. The record needle scratching, and screeching to the beat of my feet. My audience begging me to stop, might as well have been dead. I had a zombie state of mind. Thinking I was oh so fine

As I now fast forward to my dance today some years later, my feet do indeed move more swiftly in-sync. Today when I wake I start my day off with prayer, and from there I am not in a need of my same dance partner I had in the booze. The ballad has changed its tune in my heart. It’s pure art, made from musical notes of peace and serenity. Something that with each chord rings a melody of redemptions freedom played upon my deepest vein

As I place my feet upon the floor they are in one accord with the notes orchestrated by Jesus’s hand, not my own nor made by man. My feet glide, and they are free of my toes entanglements. My ears hear the melody of the new ballad written for me. I dance oh so beautifully, because I am free of the bottle that once enveloped my whole being. It’s my butterfly waltz

My once very broken wings were given flight of dance. So colorful, and youthful this new ballad made for me by Him…Because I was made for Him by Him. The ballad my feet dance too are a hymnal to my heart, pure art by my makers hand..Jesus takes my hand, asks me for this dance, as we cut a rug oh so snug in His will

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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.”.

One-Liner Wednesday~we are our own worst critic

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 6 Comments

“Being kind to yourself is one of the greatest kindnesses”, said the mole.

After 2 plus year with my breast cancer battle I am still trying to find my niche’. I quit my job this Monday. My peace was all off. There is a saying “if it costs you your peace it’s too much”. With much prayer, my husband and I both came to the same conclusion I was not supposed to be there. So for today I am here. Praying God opens the door to what He wants for me next, and only that. It was a rough ride, and I am healing from my last employer. God knows my heart, strengths, weaknesses, and He will prevail. I will come out of this awkward spot taller in Him! 🙏🏻🙌

https://lindaghill.com/2022/07/20/one-liner-wednesday-ah-the-oldies/

One-Liner Wednesday-love hard, be kind, we never know if this is our last day to make a difference

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 5 Comments

An elderly man went to his barber twice a week. The barber said to him, ”sir you hardly have any hair to cut for as often as you come in ”. The elderly man exclaimed, “this is the only time I get any kind of human touch”.

Be kind, be gentle, love hard, and live & love everyday like it’s your last. God gave us one life, and we never know when it is over….

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 23, 2022-prayer and coffee

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 5 Comments

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “too/to/two.” Use one, use ’em all, bonus points if you use all three. Extra bonus points if you start your post with one. Enjoy!

Too many times my husband and I wake to quickly quiet ours minds with prayer. “For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” Matthew 18:20

So my husband, and I sit together in coffee and prayer. This is a beautiful moment we have now had every morning no matter where we are for four plus years.

Just as quickly as the two of us wake to quickly go to God in release of all of all our matters we are changed. There are too many ways to count the miracles that begin our day. Amazing are God’s way. I promise you this if it is just me, I get the same result. There is just something very special in our marriage about having this intimate time with God together.

We are on in Him, Amen 🙏🏻

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Fools Gold in that bottle I held…Personified allibies

~ Lisa M. Boyd ~ 2 Comments

Just a shell walking in a lifeless form, a mannequin with barely a beating heart. Flat line waiting for the paddles, nothing could rattle my covetness for my numbness slathered

Dormant my personality lied, the zeal suppressed with alcoholics hallucinate hands. Reside in my own cell, an alcoholic hell. Sit in my own sin, wallow in my trademark venom

Never could pass the test, and any zest I may have had was laid to rest. Idolized the moisture of my enbrieated state. Filled with hate 

Fools gold in that bottle I held, meld into my skin. Personfied allibi, fake beyond each disguise. Lost with each sip, lucid goes as I got hosed

Swam with the sharks. Ravenous, blood thirsty. Needed that alcohol to occupy my soul. No holes, just bury all my secrets in my skin. Soak it up, let it be my end

It was my first thought upon waking the craving pulsating, and trampling my brain. It was the last thought upon laying my drunk head into a blackout state, death hovered 

This was the alcolohic me, numb me. Take away the pain for just one more moment. I hurt so bad inside. No where for God to reside. Hibernated, and bathed myself with my poison. My soul took cover, and demons hovered. Lurking in the night, I became as dark the tonic I drank. Rank with stank

Crippled by my own hands, hardened heart. Selfish, drowning in my own spite

Feeding off the juicy lies that came as day turned into night, and night turned into day. Spiced it up, made stuff up, my life was but a lie. Hiding in my bottle, this was the alcolohic me

No more hiding, no more numbing, no more running. For Jesus salvaged the wreckage I made of my life. Gave me hope, and took away my craving. He took my heart, and transplanted it at the cross. Carved my name, where His body hang in death for me on Calvary 

Laid the bottle down, and now I am unmasked and even somewhat vulnerable. For the love, laughter, and life I have now I would never trade it for a day of desperation lost. For I was off the grid, but now am found. In Him I abound. My masks are no more, my smile is real. In Jesus was my appeal….pathos no more, joy so surreal. That character no longer resides, for I am alive and set free of the dark cage of lifeless air suffocating me

I love you, Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:1-2

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