Guide my heart
And let me
Be silent
In stillness
As I relinquish
A battle
Not mine
To fight
God
The center
Of my world
From it
All things flow
In a majesty
I don’t understand
But welcome wholeheartedly
Finding
Daily joys
Is eating
The cake
Without
The calories
Unless
The cake
Makes me
A happy
Little camper
Seeking the good
Be it sunshine
A good treat
Or an
Unexpected letter
In the mail
From a
Good friend
Seeking the goodness
The grace
He provides
Taking it
Moment by moment
And let
The wind
Strengthen my sails
As I take
In a lungful
Of crisp, clean air
After a weekend of rest and time with the Source, I’ve had some realizations.
The moment I untether from God is the moment my unhappiness begins.
I saw something that has accurately described my mood recently. ‘My faith was in the outcome, not in Him’ When that happened, I shattered. I still can’t talk about the disappointment, but I’m starting to forgive. I had to be reminded that people may disappoint, but what happens still happens with God’s approval. I’ve wanted this dream so long, I was willing to sacrifice almost anything. God said no. Not no necessarily to the dream, but my request. Which if I’m honest wasn’t a request. It was a demand. God doesn’t work well.
I let the world determine my worth.
I struggle with this. With this dream, I was sprinting to the end zone. My life is a marathon. I do nothing fast. And I mean nothing worthwhile. My doctors have had to be almost like therapists and psychiatrists. As blessed as I am, my body wasn’t meant to run. I’m the turtle. I have to remember the turtle wins. The caveat is they wait. I’m tired of waiting. God mandated I rest. It felt like my body got two full days of rest. When my body rested, my soul did too.
I had to open up the Bible again, not use the app.
I can’t explain the difference this has made for my soul. Highly recommend.
Finally, I had to remember that the Omnipotent One doesn’t want me to settle even when dreaming. I was willing to sacrifice something I couldn’t afford to make it happen. I thought, I’ve got to make it happen. I have to do nothing for Him to make the outlandish dreams of imperfect children possible. I’m returning to myself slowly. I have to forgive others, but first I have to forgive myself. I have to give grace to me before I can give it away.
Emerging from exile
Regine
Let me tell you, I’m mentally fatigued, spent, whatever word you want to use. I will keep writing because I need to for my own health. I’m just not going to sugarcoat life. Their is plenty of things to be grateful for, and I will think on those things, I also have to grieve the disappointments. I also know that He is the only Healer for what ails me.
All this to say is that I don’t know what this place will look like going forward. And for the first time that’s okay.
Love yourself and one another
I need to
Let go
Of control
And believe
That I’m
Not too old
To dream
It’s okay
To dream big
And hope
Even as
Man laughs
If I’ve been shown anything this week is that stepping away from connectedness with others, has brought me to charge inward. I’ve enjoyed summer popsicles, reading books over and over again, and seeking childlike joy as if I’d won the lottery. As I’m being retaught daily, Jesus directs. I follow. I no longer have answers. I’m not to seek them. Seeking them is detrimental to my health.
To question: Desired. To answer: Insanity
Have no words
But a one
Heartbroken
I’ve learned
Not to
Ask why
Even as
The tears
Have no
Place to
Go
But up
Sometimes God you use my pain to teach me. It seems only in my pain am I solely focused on You. The news has left me sick, but that is not where you want my attention. You know the mental and physical anguish I’ve held. You want me to release it. It is the anchor on my neck that paralyzes. I need to trust that whatever man may do, you supersede. Man fails while Your love does not.
I have no more words. You don’t need them. You desire my heart. And my obedience. Surrender, why is it so hard. Stop doing things the American way. Do it The God Way.
Love yourself and one another.
Regine
Little joys
Cantaloupe from the garden
Unexpected gifts
Good sleep
Fresh salads
Yoga
Your turn?
Lord,
My soul
Is a broken
Bunch of pieces
I no longer
Know what
To believe
You are the
Only being
That doesn’t
Forsake
Even as
I question
As I doubt
As I rage
At a world
I no longer
Understand
Remind me
Of Who
You are
As I continue
To cling to
The robe
That changes lives
What is
My job title
Is it
Blogger
Writer
Or author
What is
My job title
Because
Money talks
Yet the
World
Doesn’t listen
What is
My job title
Child of God
Flawed human
Living life
In need of
Heavenly compassion
And an
Empathy
Rarely exercised
Change my heart
As you work
And show
That wisdom
Still reigns
Finding self
Is an
Emotional rollercoaster
I must ride
To rid myself of
Of the things
That no
Longer serve
Me