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)

Conquer New Lands

And as the year comes to a close Time runs swift, heaven knows Savored gifts and moments passed Breezes caught and beauty grasped Forgive with grace, none too soon Offer mercy, cast seeds to bloom …

Source: Conquer New Lands


Twinkling lights of Christmas cheer 

Joyous tunes for all to hear

Brisker air is blowing through

Smiles are wrapped in all we do

As we rock around the tree

Remind us of the gift that’s free

A Father’s love with hands of grace

The manger holds a baby’s face

Born of Mary, God’s true Son

Promise foretold, the war is won

When Old St. Nick comes to town

Help me remember the bloody crown

Beauty from ashes, darkness to Light

Turns feeling forsaken to merry and bright

Denying our pain does not make it true

But the love of our Savior will strengthen you

The most perfect gift we could ever receive

Is already ours, in our hearts to believe. 


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