Encouragement, poetry, Rest

A Place of Healing

Dorothy Johnson

A month or so ago, I woke up with the first two lines of a little poem running through my mind. The words stayed with me throughout the day, into the next, and began to expand. Over the course of several days, I found myself adding to and polishing the verses until they became a true poem. It pretty well captures the tenderness I felt from my God while I was sick.

His mercies are truly new every morning.

I want to share it with you today.

Nest3

GOD’S MEDICINE

 

My Maker lined a nest with love.

He bid me settle in.

Murmuring words of tenderness, 

He set my broken wing.

He fed me with the finest feast and

Quenched my thirsting soul with

Water from Eternal Springs until

My wing was whole.

More significant than mended bones

Was the work He did within to

Heal my weary, broken heart as 

I sat and talked with Him.

Whatever’s wrong, whatever hurts, 

I highly recommend you

Skip man’s feeble substitutes. 

Take it straight to Him.

 

 

“Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost.    Isaiah 55:1

Published by Dorothy Johnson

I'm a lover of God, mother of three, grandmother of eight, and a collector of friends. I like nothing better than talking, listening, laughing and eating with that crowd. My husband, Terry, and I feel blessed to wake up each day to a magnificent view of the Arkansas River. An amazing variety of creatures, from bobcats and coyotes to deer, bunnies and nutria, along with all sorts of birds roam the natural area behind our house. We also share our home with three silly kitties. I often find a lesson in what I see both indoors and out on any given day and usually find myself writing about it. I hope you'll join me in exploring the ways God speaks to us through His creation.

12 thoughts on “A Place of Healing”

    1. Thanks, Freeda. That picture is of part of a mockingbird’s nest that blew out of our big oak onto the patio several years ago. It sat on a base of crisscrossed twigs that were difficult to keep together once it was down. It made me sad for the birds that worked to hard to build it.

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