Yellow Ribbon Love

She looks out the window holding to hope
Another day unfolds
Sunshine rays of beaming light
Like a lifeline, hands to rope
The golden hues swirl and dance
Upon Spring flower blooms
Birds caress the wind with song
God gives another chance
Her heart is is full of love for Him
His grace is enough
To be the wife of soldier’s blood
She’d risk her life and limb
He stands for what he knows is right
His heart has been wounded
The scars burn too red sometimes
And healing trades for fight
Yet love from his wife’s fierce heart
Burns hotter still
She holds a yellow ribbon love
Vows held strong from the start
This ribbon speaks of sacrifice
Life given for all
Their Savior shows them how to love
Bought with the highest price
The ribbon too is held in view
To remind her of the hope
And when he turns home from battlefield
He will see her love like new.

Servant of Grace

I give the smile from my face to see the joy on yours

If you don’t respond may I still give you more

Not to find a reaction I need

Not to fill my own emptiness

But that I would give because I have been given

I am a recipient of joy

Joy that comes from being seen as I am

Love that came down from above

Not to fill me with pride that seeks

Not to bring me high standing

But that I would love to share my Jesus

I am a recipient of sacrifice

A gift that came wrapped in pain and tears

Offered to my heart without strings

Not to open and keep to myself

Not to hide it away

But to offer in love this beautiful treasure

My hands are outstretched to serve for the Kingdom

If you don’t accept may I still love you more

Not to make you feel guilty

Not to cover you with shame

But that you would open your eyes to forgiveness

I am a servant of grace.


  He walked this world with skin like ours,

He felt our pain. He bears the scars. 

To fathom God became a man-

How could this have been His plan?

One tiny life among the rest,

A baby born, God’s love shown best. 

This man we’ve come to know as Christ,

Became the way. The truth. Our life. 

He stood the brutal testing strong,

We were worth it all along. 

His love and passion deeper still,

Than removing choice or our free will. 

To let us choose to love and know,

Desires set within us flow. 

Guided by our Father’s hands,

Our feet tread sure on rock, not sand. 

Quiet down and close your eyes-

Breathe in the life where beauty lies. 

Let go of all that weighs you down,

We are His love, creation crowned. 

Don’t let your heart be dismayed,

We have the truth. The life. The Way. 

(Inspired by John 14:1-6)

Earthen Vessel

“However, we possess this precious treasure [the divine Light of the Gospel] in [frail, human] vessels of earth, that the grandeur and exceeding greatness of the power may be shown to be from God and not from ourselves. We are hedged in (pressed) on every side [troubled and oppressed in every way], but not cramped or crushed; we suffer embarrassments and are perplexed and unable to find a way out, but not driven to despair; We are pursued (persecuted and hard driven), but not deserted [to stand alone]; we are struck down to the ground, but never struck out and destroyed;”
2 Corinthians 4:7-9 AMPC

God did not choose to put his treasure into perfect vessels, but he chose us. In all of our imperfect ways. He put his only son on this earth to be a treasured find for us. He did not wait for us to get it all figured out before giving us this gift. The value of perfection is easily explained, but me? It is only through God’s perfect power that I am who I am today.

No matter what happens in the outside world or to our physical bodies, when we have Jesus we have an eternal (and internal) treasure. The fact that God loves me enough to give me this treasure amazes me every time I stop to really think about it. And I should think about it. Often. This reality forms a sort of force field on the inside that sheilds my heart from the debilitating effects of evil and affliction. I am not crushed or trapped in despair. I am not destroyed, but I am safe in love. I am rescued.

Lord, I am so grateful to be trusted to hold this beautiful treasure. Thank you for the love and salvation through your only son. Thank you for the sacrifice to save me. Thank you for being my knight in shining armor. I love you too. In Jesus’ name amen.

The Sweeter Story

A wrestle in the darkness can feel a lonely thing

But when I trust in Jesus, there is a victory

Maybe not the way I wanted

Maybe there will still be pain

Maybe answers seem too distant

And maybe this is where I am supposed to be

When a struggle seems to be unending

There is strength building underneath

Maybe not in ways I notice

Maybe there are despairing days

Maybe freedom seems too obscure

And maybe here is where I find the key

When all else fails and I am empty

There is room for God to fill me fully

Maybe not with what I wanted

Maybe He knows a better way

Maybe His love is all I needed

To trust His hands with strength to carry

Burdens I bear can feel like safety

To lay them down seems an impossibility

Maybe not because I want them

Maybe I cannot trust in letting go

Maybe if I conquer the fear

Just maybe I will live the sweeter story here.

Like a Dove

She was born with a dream

Full of life giving themes

A maiden in dresses

With curly brown tresses

A beautiful life it would seem

Yet as she would travel

Her life would unravel 

Tearing apart at the seams

Her dresses were torn

By the roses with thorns

Still the scent of the flowers remained

As the sun rose above

Each new day filled with love

She gave what her heart still contained

By dusk she would find

Her heart empty of kind

Her dreams and her beauty were stained

The once young maiden

Now felt worn and heavy laden

She realized how much she had changed

She remembered the Hand

Who created this land

The life giving power above

Her God had been waiting

His love was not fading

And she made her way home like a dove. 

Awaiting Hands

Through Your wisdom

I have found

A source of energy

A life unbound

Amazing strength

Mysterious care

Your silent calling

I am aware

Each day I seek You

Expectant heart

This world will fade

Where Heaven starts

And so I’m thankful

For every pain

My knees have dug

Where prayers have gained

Another day 

Is gifted to

Awaiting hands

Received from You. 

(Inspired by Proverbs)

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