Encouragement, poetry, Rest

A Place of Healing

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.

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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
Devotionals, Encouragement, friendship, Life Lessons

DREAM

 

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I’ve already told you how I overdid it last year. Traveled too much. Rushed from one thing to another so that by Christmas, I was tired and discouraged. But looking back, I see how family and friends encouraged me.

One kind gesture came from my writing friend, Cindy, through a small Christmas present. She may not have realized it, but her gift was three-fold—a long lunch, a heartfelt note, and a small star-scattered dish.

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I’m sure Cindy chose this little saucer for its message.

Her note reminded me of how much I’d accomplished in the past year. She listed specifics, one-by-one.

Then we ate a lovely Trios’ lunch and talked about our families, writing challenges, and our friendship. By the time lunch was over, I had a new way of looking at the past year—and a new appreciation for why I was weary, along with a deeper love for Cindy. Thank you, friend.

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That little dish sits in my bathroom now where it holds the jewelry I’m favoring these days. I rotate bracelets, earrings, and necklaces, so something is always resting there.

However, I’ve noticed something. Occasionally, it gets so full of pretty things that I can no longer see the image emblazoned on its surface.

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Isn’t that how life is sometimes? We get so busy with good things, pretty things that we forget to dream and reach for the stars.

Not that pretty things are bad in themselves, but they have a way of distracting us from the main thing.

Do you or did you have a dream? You know, a perhaps an even secret desire to do something or follow a path that seemed impossible.

Maybe you’re actually living your dream now. If so, I say, Bravo! because it takes commitment and concentration to follow them.

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Photo by Steve Rucker

Or maybe like me, that dream keeps getting lost in the shuffle or covered up by things that seem to take precedence for one reason or another.

Does it feel like it’s too late?

DREAM!

If that dream is from God, it’s not too late.

He still has plans for you, for me.

His timing doesn’t always coincide with ours, but He’s never late.

… though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.  Hab. 2:3b

And I remind myself that the reality of that dream may look different from what I expected, but He is faithful. So I believe it will be better.

I hope you’ll let God revive the dream He gave you long ago or plant a new one in your heart.

Delight yourself also in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart.

Ps. 37:4

 

Encouragement, Fall Color, Good News, Growing Older, Guidance

TRANSITIONS

 

The last day of September dawns brisk and bright,

Invigorating even the laziest soul.

Come outside, she calls.

Lift your face to the sun.

Feel the breeze on your cheek,

Stroll down the way.

Let me show you the subtle changes I bring

A hint of scarlet in the maple leaf,

Acorns scattered on the ground,

Pampas tossing shaggy heads,

All in time to an eternal rhythm.

Open your eyes to the infinite.

Listen for the heavenly strains.

Be present in the moment.

God will guide you into the next season.

 

I’m headed that way.

Won’t you join me?

 

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. 
They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over). He’s all I’ve got left.

Lamentations 3:22-24 MSG