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Where Your Words Go

I get so tired of hearing people complain about our area.  It amazes me how quickly people can tear down hope and promise around them. There’s always a critic ready to spew negativity.  Anyway, I wrote a poem that contrasts the critic and the cultivator.

 

The critic curses the land,

Damning it to an eternal doom.

Never, hopeless and unlikely

Drip from his tongue

Poisoning the streets with toxic waste.

Grim eyes see only melancholy tones

Famine, drugs and death lie at his feet.

 

The cultivator breaks open the earth,

Feeding it with life giving seed.

Certainty, hope and promise

Are planted with his hands

Tenderness sifts the grounds.

Bright eyes see a plethora of harvest

Abundance, fruitfulness and life expand around him.

 

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it will eat its fruit.” Proverbs 18:21  Words can tear down or they can build up.  Is your vocabulary filled with life or death? How many dreams have you crushed or ignited? Let’s pour waters of hope onto a land that looks parched.  Let’s drown out the negativity by showering blessings onto the land.  Breathe life, nurture the downtrodden until they thrive.  We have to bless our land, it’s been cursed long enough.

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Posted by on May 29, 2019 in Life, Poetry

 

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Dear So and so,

Dear so and so.  I have so many things I’d like to say to you, but don’t know how to say them.  I don’t want to say the wrong words and upset you.  Yet, I don’t know what the right words are to say.  I guess for one thing, I can tell you…..

Backspace, backspace, backspace…..delete.

****Refresh****

Hey! How’s it going? I just want to let you know that I have something heavy on my heart that I want to share with you.  Remember that time……

Sigh, crumble….toss

Life is hard and I make stupid mistakes.  I speak before I should.  I jump before looking to see if it’s wise to.  I think I have it all figured out and then suddenly realize that I don’t know anything.  Anyway, what I need to say to you is that I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to overstep my bounds or make everything a mess.  I hope you forgive me and see that I’m a just a dumb human.

Hover…..hover…..send

Words are hard to deliver, especially if you don’t know if the recipient is willing to accept them.  How many times do you write a novel to someone and know those are the words that you should not send them?  Sometimes you’ll hear the voice to delete the whole rant and then other times you hit send and then kick yourself for being such a butt.

But sometimes you feel a great need to send someone a message, not to be nasty or nosey, but out of urgency.  Even those can be misunderstood.  I just pray that when that happens, that they will see I’m not against them.  If things are quiet on the other end, I may not really realize what’s going on. I have no control over anyone else; I can’t make them listen to me.  Obedience is hard and sometimes you don’t understand why the Holy Spirit prompts you to say something, especially when things result differently than you expected.  God I did what you asked…..help them to receive what you want them to hear.

 

 

 
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Posted by on June 11, 2018 in Writing

 

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A Beautiful Mess

mess

Tear stained face with a bruised heart,
Sitting between walls of solitude
Falsely reasoning within herself
That no one understands.
She’s a complete mess
Who’s waiting to be mopped off the floor of her despair.

She listens to inner lies that have lingered from harsh words
That was spoken in quick temper or without thought.
The accusations, disappointments, the inability to achieve acceptance
Have created this complete mess
That is tangled in her mind.

Interwoven and pulsating from her veins
A need to be seen, heard, and most importantly loved.
He sees her and knows her.
He hears her questions and doubts.
Her heart is naked before Him, but she thinks He doesn’t see.
He knows that she isn’t a complete mess.
He knows how to mop her tears and untangle her mind.
He sees that she is a beautiful mess waiting to be cleaned up.
He’s awaiting the word from her to help.
He can’t help without her asking.
He watches and waits with a heart ready to gush out love.
His arms are ready to grab hold of her and untangle her mess,
He’s ready to recreate the pieces of her that is broken
Into His original masterpiece.

 

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Lessons Learned

Today, I’ve been reflecting a lot on what I’ve been teaching the teens in youth.  We’ve been exploring wisdom and the book of Proverbs.  The older I get, the more I realize that I still have so much to learn.  Everyday there is an opportunity to learn something about yourself, God or others, if you are tuned in to what the Teacher wants to teach you.  I’ve always liked the book of Proverbs, even when I was running from God.  I think the reason I like it so well, is because it simply shows you the cause and effect of your actions, good and bad.

I came up with three quick “Rascally Proverbs” that I’ve learned through my life so far. The first one is “The more crow you eat, the easier it is to swallow.”  It stinks to admit when you are wrong.  There have been moments in my life that I’ve thought beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was right about something, only to quickly realize I was completely wrong.  Nothing is quite as embarrassing to have to eat a heaping pile of crow in front of those you’ve vigorously argued against.  The crow slowly morphs into a nice fat slice of humble pie with each swallow.

The second one is “Jealous or untrue words against someone is like a baseball bat to the knees.”  The bible says, in the book of James, that we praise God with our tongue and with the same tongue we turn around and curse our brother who is made in God’s image.  Blessing and cursing come out of the same mouth and it shouldn’t be.  The old phrase, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never harm me,”  is a big gigantic lie.  Words hurt more than anything else someone can do to you.  Words of others can paralyze you.  Words can weigh you down.  Words can make you unsure of yourself.  Words can make you doubt.  Words can cause you grief.  Words can make you sick.  Words can make you bitter and angry.

Yet, if we allow the holy spirit to guide our words they can bring peace to someone’s sorrow.  These words can propel people toward a goal.  These words can lift heaviness off of someone’s shoulders.  They can make someone believe and trust again.  They can make people smile.  They can make people grow and flourish.  God reminds me daily to bridle my tongue, sometimes I let words slip and I need to quickly apologize when that happens.

The third and final Rascally proverb of the day is, “Forgiveness rescues your heart and soul from disease.”  There are people throughout my life that were hard for me to forgive for various reasons.  I remember being so weighed down by unforgiveness that it anchored me in hate.  I was hurt and instead of letting hurt go, I fed it.  That unforgiveness and hurt made me rebel against God and any other authority in my life.  I blamed God for what people did, instead of seeing that it was their fault, not His.

But, as I progressed through my life, I learned that I diseased my heart by letting unforgiveness grow there. I tried to keep the hurt enclosed in a petri dish inside my heart but it was growing out of control.  I was destroying myself with it.  That unforgiveness was released when I saw someone I hadn’t forgiven; completely broken themselves.  I saw them sobbing and spiritually devastated.  I could’ve easily laughed and say that’s what they deserve, but instead I saw them as human again.  Weak flesh, like me.  Fragile, so easily broken.  Compassion overwhelmed my heart and I went to them and let them cry on me.  I started crying too; with each tear drops of forgiveness melted within me.  The balm of forgiveness repaired hearts and relationships that day.  “Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other;as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.”  Colossians 3:12-13.

God, continue to teach me daily. Help me to see when you are trying to show me something and help me to extend your love to others.

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2015 in Spiritual Reflections

 

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A Bad Case of the Mondays

I’m having a blah kind of day. Business is slow, figures look scary and it’s hard to see past the obvious. I normally try to look at the positive end and today I just can’t break through the quicksand. I feel like I’m sinking today. Anyway I just thought I’d post an old poem I came across, I know that doesn’t help my mood but it’s a bad case of the Mondays.

Are these just words to fill the void on this paper?

Something to keep between the margins.

Ink to color a page.

The words leak from my pen pumped by my heart,

Sometimes followed by tears

That smear the words.

Are these just verbs, nouns, and adjectives arranged in a suitable line?

Do they really mean anything to you or I?

Right now these words are empty just like my heart.

(2009)

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2014 in Poetry, Writing

 

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Do You Affect or Infect Others?

 “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat it’s fruit.” Proverbs 18:21

I couldn’t sleep tonight.  I was laying in bed, past midnight with thoughts racing in my head.  I felt the need to just write down my feelings and get them off of my chest.  The question that hit me when I was laying restless on my pillow was, do your words affect others or infect others?  The verb of the word “affect,” means to have influence on or to produce a change in something or someone.  While the word “infect” means to affect with a disease causing organism.  So both “affect” and “infect” effect some form of change.  Confused yet?  Affection is a form of the word affect, whereas infection is a form of the word infect.  When I hear the word affection, I immediately think of positive things, love, cuddling, touch, fondness, bonding, and caring.  When I hear the word infection, I think of disease, pus filled nastiness, and contamination.  Words can lift, encourage, love, empower, move, and grow someone if spoken with a motive of affection.  Infected words spread, multiply, hurt, offend, contaminate, and can spiritually kill someone.  Infections usually start without being seen, then they start to inflame, spread and become noticeable.  I guess that’s why it’s good to think before you speak, because the tongue holds a lot of power in either direction.  I hope to be mindful of it whenever I’m propelled to use words the wrong way.  I hope that if I do spill a contaminating word that God will quicken my heart to apologize for it.  I don’t want to infect anyone.  I want to affect them by God’s love.  He is my source of affection and the antidote for any infection.

 

“Human anger does not produce the righteousness God desires.  So get rid of all the filth and evil in your lives, and humbly accept the word God has planted in your hearts, for it has power to save your souls. But don’t just listen to God’s word. You must do what it says.  Otherwise, you are only fooling yourselves.  For if you listen to the word and don’t obey, it is like glancing at your face in a mirror. You see yourself, walk away, and forget what you look like.”  James 1:20-24

 
 

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Words from my Fingertips

Time for Five Minute Friday

Go……

Write

It’s funny how today’s five minute Friday is the exact word I was hoping for.  The thought must be in the atmosphere, bouncing between like minds, pondering the reasons we peck on the computer.  I write because it is an outlet for me to say what is on my mind.  I write to throw thoughts, daydreams, opinions, and my heart on a visible surface so that I can go back and see what I’ve come from.  I write because it gives me a voice that I’m afraid of using when I’m around others.  I write because for some strange reason it brings me peace.  I write because I am in love with words.  I write because I want words returned to me.  I write because I want to be completely honest with my emotions.  I write to be sincere.  There is power in words, in writing. 

 

I began writing in a journal when I was ten years old.  My grandmother bought a diary for me.  I scribbled in it and admitted who I had a crush on or why I was frustrated with my parents.  My grandmother kept a notebook by her bedside, she scribbled in it as well.  Her handwriting looked like chicken scratch. 

 

Stop

But beauty came from the words she scratched down.  Her heart was poured upon that notebook.  She would often speak of what she did for the day, such as shopping, visiting people, and church.  But, she would also talk about her concerns with her children and grandchildren.  I think her journal was visible letters to God, it was like David’s psalms in the Bible.  My grandmother didn’t have much of an education, she made up for it through the huge heart she had for her family and others.  I miss my grandmother, but I thank God for all that she taught me.  She taught me to love, she taught me power in words, she instilled the love of writing in me. 

 

 

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Posted by on October 4, 2013 in Writing

 

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