Designed to Love

Inspiration for today’s post comes from the reading of God’s word in the book of
Revelation.

Revelation 3:21 (NIV)
“I will let everyone who wins the victory sit with me on my throne.”

I know I was created to love You. The desire rules from deep within. I am drawn to study Your word, gaining wisdom, time and again.

I know my soul was designed to worship You…what an indescribable gift! Nothing in this world matters. It is for You alone I exist. My heart is stayed on You, Lord; though my mind often wanders free…teach me to renew my mind, Lord; keep my thoughts focused on Thee.

I know I was crafted to need You, to depend on You day and night. Show me the way forward…unveil, Lord, the good things You have planned for my life.

I was not meant to be self sufficient. My need for You is ingrained. The life blood in me is aligned, Lord; for right standing with You to sustain…protection from loss or destruction, safety from injury, danger or harm. My faith is grounded in You, Lord; a soul on fire is never lukewarm.

Nothing is more important than You, Lord. Apart from You I am forever alone. Designed to love and adore You, all victors win a seat on Your throne.

Get Me Out of My Own Way

Side tracked
Scatter brained
Unable to focus
Blurred lines remain
Seeking Your Kingdom
Thy will be done
In my life, Lord
Father, Spirit, Son
Show me the right path
Set my footing free
To follow You, Lord
Wherever You lead

You know my heart
The places where I struggle
Save me from myself, Lord
Keep me out of trouble
I tend to want vindication
When others do me wrong
But only You avenge, Lord
Getting even…is not my song
Teach me to forgive, Lord
To let go of yesterday’s trash
The feelings, emotions and actions
That bubble up like black gold from the past

Keep my mind honed on thoughts from above
Steer me through the storms of life…mooring solely on Your Love
Anchor my heart to the cross
Where You died to set me free
A greater love no man has shown
Like the “love” You’ve shown to me
I want to be worthy of the blood You shed
Long ago at Calvary
Get me out of my own way, Lord
So, You can have Thine Own Way in me

Mind Chatter

Ceaseless mind chatter
Perpetual mind games
Make it stop!
This tireless madness
Tell me, “who” is to blame
For the never-ending onslaught of
Negative thoughts that keep a soul occupied
Rolling the tape on the big screen
In the theater of your uncontrolled mind
Do you ever wonder what’s playing behind the curtain
Of auburn hair or hazel eyes
If you could envision the previews
You might be surprised to find
Every imperfect, living, breathing soul
Hears negative chatter with fervour
Scanning frequencies left and right
Sanity is tucked away in a drawer
Still the mind chatter, debris and the clutter
Interferes with faith’s radar screen
Filling the mind with disorder
On a confused multitude of things
So how do we gain back our “focus”
Align our thoughts with clarity
We must forever look to The Light
Through lenses of Jesus Christ’s purity
Sin creates the delusion
Fradulent darkness surrounds the mind’s eye
Mindful clutter intended to deceive
Its effect is unproductive… futile
Thus
Most chatter is negative and misleading
Inaccurate, distorted and untrue
Causing confusion, these misguided perceptions
Are adept at concealing the truth
We must remember, when thoughts seem scattered
Lacking orderly, organized, continuity
We must light up the cluttered darkness
With God’s truth…His truth will set your mind at ease
So do not listen to condemning voices
Speaking the guilt of yesterday’s past
Weary sinner
Lift your head
Live your faith
Unabashed!

Immersed In His Word

Torn and tattered
Taped and tear-stained
Scripted margins
Bolded refrains

Highlighted and underscored
Yellow headings …Verses pink
Emphasized to remember
His words sink in deep

His commands flood the soul
Engulf the spirit within
Hold fast to His precious words
Read them over and over again

Know them well enough to recall the book… the chapter… the verse
Be enveloped
Completely swallowed up
Absorbed, submerged, immersed

In The Living Word
Written on every page
Words to which the redeemed heart clings
Words the saved soul will engage

In purposeful undertakings
Earnest and conscientious activities
The boldness to accomplish… so simple
Yet some will never perceive

That Faith…

Blind faith
Justification by faith… is all you need
Faith like a child, secure without question
Simple Faith… trusted belief

In everything He said
All He did at Calvary
Shedding His blood for all
If we would only believe

Keeping a heart that is open and willing
To breathe in the Savior’s love
Trusting in the promise of His Grace
His death and mercy… made us worthy of

So if you feel torn and tattered
Worn out like The Old Rugged Cross
Immerse yourself in the pages of His Word
Turning there….you will never be lost

IN THIS VERY MOMENT

Like sands through the hour-glass
Time with You slips through my fingers
I long to be near You
In this very moment
Learning Your truths
Memorizing Your face
Yet the responsibilities of the day beckon

“You’d better leave now…you’re going to be late!”

But the Spirit living in me desires nothing more
Than to sit quietly at Your feet
Adoring these priceless opportunities
Longing for more precious moments
In a room with no clock
In a world with only light
In the space to be fully immersed in Your love
In the quiet calm of serenity
Breathing in Your righteousness
My heart aches to know what You would say to me
If only I could stay here
In this very moment…

STRESS IT

Until you have something good to say
Don’t say it!
Concerning a need to pray
Pray it!
Upon finding something good to give
Give it!
Since there is always a reason to live
Live it!
Without desires in your heart
You can’t share it!
Out of the change you could spare
Spare it!
Concerning dreams deep inside
Unearth it!
Despite feeling unworthy
You’re worth it!
When you think you’re undeserving
You deserve it!
It it means the world to you
Preserve it!
If you desperately need a friend
Be one!
If you are alone and depressed
Seek one!
When you are tired and confused
Sleep on it!
If your emotions rule
Weep on it!
When you hear gossip about anyone
Don’t repeat it!
If it’s all you have left
Don’t deplete it!
When the gossip is about you
Ignore it!
If you find it repugnant
Abhor it!
With knowledge gained from God’s word
Teach it!
With wisdom gained from God’s word
Preach it!
When your mind races
Control it!
When a loved one is sad
Console it!
If something needs attention
Address it!
When something needs to be said
Express it!
If you’re tired of quitting
Complete it!
When negative thoughts usher in
Defeat it!
When someone needs a blessing
Bless it!
To get the point across
I stress it!

FILLED

Fill the courageous heart with Your sword
Fill the sick with Your healing Lord
Fill the lonely with a precious friend
Fill the servant with good deeds to the end
Fill the mourner with Your presence, Your peace
Fill the comforter with Your Words that speak
Fill the broken-hearted with Your love
Fill the message with Your glory…send on wings of a dove
Fill the thirsty with Your Living Water
Fill the admirable with Your honor
Fill the deserving with Your highest esteem
Fill the creative with sweet visions, sweet dreams
Fill the mind with wisdom and understanding
Fill the body to carry out Your call’s demanding
Fill the mouth with words worthy to be heard
Fill the tongue with speech to convey Your Word
Fill the unyielding, unforgiving soul…with the same tolerance and grace that Your Mercy has shown
As we extol the highest of Honor and Glory… to You Lord
Standing in harmony with Your people… living one accord

MEMORY LANE

I don’t remember much from the early years
Mostly from pictures or what I was told
Memories are much more vivid and clear
When the heart is warm, when it hasn’t grown cold

I can see our front porch swing
I smell red bud blossoms in the air
Life was so much simpler then
Growing up without a care

I remember Sunday Dinners
Every weekend after Church
Around Grandma’s kitchen table
Our entire family would converge

Often discussing the Pastor’s sermon
And how it should impact our life
Learning from our elders as we passed round
The bread and butter knife

I recall too, the Pastor’s visits
But for us kids, the only thing at stake
Was hanging round the table long enough
To sample Aunt Rada’s Strawberry Jam Cake

My mind’s eye see’s clover blossoms
I look at the ground where my Mom stares
Then bending down to pick it up, she gasps
“A four-leaf clover…would you look-a-there”!

We played simple games, finding images in the clouds
Hide and seek, kick ball and jack rocks
But we got just as much entertainment out of
Sliding on the hardwood floor in socks!

Visions of Sambo and Buffy
Our Tabby and Calico spring into view
The scent of Pine that engulfed Grandma’s house
Was it the Christmas Tree…or did Sambo pee – ew!

We donned rain boots, slickers and rain hats
Splashing and stomping in the puddles when it rained
Yes, these simple things to you may sound boring
Or to some even quite insane

But we had family, we had friends
I remember saying “We’re rich”!
When Mom let the girls hang love beads
Over our bedroom door in ’76

There were also times of discipline
So we knew NOT to cross the line
And if we ever did we could expect
A firm spanking on our behind!

I remember building forts out of boxes
Making tents from sheets hung on the clothes-line
This was what we called “down-to-earth” fun
And it didn’t cost a dime!

I can taste the glue from pasting trading “green stamps”
As we helped Mommy fill stacks of S&H Books
Redeeming them for all kinds of neat things
Even clothes-pin hooks

Saturday’s with Dad
Were teamed round the family car
Washing, scrubbing, waxing and buffing—
He kept the cleanest vehicle by far

I see my sisters swinging in the front porch swing
Time spent their was all about the songs
We’d sing and swing for hours on end
For the love of music–not for the applause

I think back to High School days and Basketball
To Cheerleading camp and Football games
My enthusiasm for those sports
Has never quite been the same

I’m mindful of those who led more charmed lives
Of those growing up in poverty too
With Family dynamics that weren’t very good
Could just as easily have been me or you

So I’m thankful for the love of my family
Without ALL of you I couldn’t imagine this life
A life filled with joy and contentment
Without too much adversity or strife

I’m thankful too that we are all still together
We can still call on each other–day or night
We are still making fond memories to share
In a future that still looks very bright

IN YOUR OWN SHELL

Sometimes I feel so all alone
Not many friends to call on
Mostly me and the dogs at home
I’ve always tried to be a friend
But apparently, sometimes my ways offend
It doesn’t seem to matter what I do
It doesn’t matter what I say
I manage to rub a few specific people
Completely the wrong way
Though not intentional
Because that’s not who I am
Then I turn inward
Critiquing my every move
Searching desperately to be approved
Looking for someone…anyone
To say I’ve done well
And for me to feel comfortable in my own shell!
Have you ever felt like this? Or is it just me?
You know some folks are just NOT going to like you
Regardless of how kind you try to be
No…they will stab you in the back
For no reason other than to see
If they can stir up trouble
Gossip and whispers take up their time
And even if you try
You will never be aligned
With their little circle of snide, sarcastic friends
That clamor together like little red hens
Pecking and biting away at your every move
Looking down their nose at you
Because they disapprove
Of your hair color, or the length of your skirt
Or the style of your high-heeled shoes
Where you live
The car you drive
Or where you didn’t go to school
Now take a step back, do you really care
What some Dixie chick thinks about what you wear?
Because there are many lonely souls
Searching for a friend like you
You won’t have to put on heirs
No! You’ll be accepted just for being You!
So discard those un-approving voices
Drown out the gossip and whispers little hens tell
Because you are a child of The Most High God
Approved…In your own shell!

FALLING INTO A DIVE

(For my dear friend, Lori K. Weir)

Sitting on the sidelines
Longing to play
Then that old voice tells you
You can’t get in the game

It’s too late now
Your time has passed
Screams back at the girl
In the looking-glass

But you know she’s got potential
She always has
But she’s allowed that old voice
To direct her path

Down a broken road
Where hopes and dreams
Never turn out
They’re not what they seemed

No! You have to be responsible
You can’t take a risk
That old voice rants in her head
Telling her such as this

But she has personality plus
Full of poise and grace
And she’s dying for the opportunity
To raise the stakes

To risk something…anything
Upon the result
Of an uncertain event
For her is NOT difficult

To throw caution to the wind
When she feels anxious inside
To follow her heart
Falling into a dive

Head First!

Into the deep
Where the waters are turbulent atop of the sea
But diving deeper, much deeper below the surface she finds
What is meant to be is also aligned

With the calling
The Lord God placed on her heart
To live her life
Teaching others to impart

Their Spiritual Gifts
As their talents come alive
When they let go of fear
Falling into a dive!