Oh How I Miss My Artist Friends
As the Ocean
would be dry
without the sea,
the poet, the storyteller,
the artist, the reporter.
the thinker, the dreamer
Life captured me
took me from you
now and then
But, only for a glimpse
Maybe, just maybe
I’ll stay a bit longer
Maybe, just maybe
won’t pull me
keep me in the dark
corner of my soul
Away from you
Oh, how I missed
your printed words
your rhythmic sound
Your unique ideas
Your provoking art
Your rainbow heart
You, my friends
are the missing
colors of my
Your unique art
gives me a key to
become an ocean
filled with a sea,
deep inside of me
A Sunrise Relationship Connection
“Grandpa at what time will we see the sun?”
“Well Grandson, it depends where we are standing.”
The grandson blew into his cupped hands, then asked, “What do you mean?”
“You see, if you stand far from the mountains, like we are now, we’ll see the sun sooner. But, if we were at the base of those mountains, we won’t see the sun until it cleared their peaks.”
“But Grandpa, Nana said that the sun rises at the same time.”
Grandpa patted his grandson on the head, chuckled and then responded, “Nana is right. The sun rises at a specific time every day. But if a mountain is right before us, it will block the sun from our sight.”
“Oh, I see.” The grandson cuddled in his own coat as the Alaska’s cold, morning air touched his skin. He then releases a deep sigh.
“What thoughts are you wrestling with, grandson?”
“I was wondering, if the reason why my parents can’t see God like we do, is because of where they are standing.”
His grandpa wraps his arm around the Grandson’s shoulders, “You are wise for an eight-year-old.”
“Grandpa, you’re the wise one, for you bring me out here where God teaches man about him and ourselves.”
“How did you arrive to this conclusion?”
“By watching and listening to you.”
“Hmmm.” Grandpa remain quiet for a while before releasing a deep breath.
The grandsons watched the cloud of breath float up and reshaped itself until it vanished from sight.
“Grandpa, did you just tell God a prayer?”
“What did you pray for?”
“That you and I will have many more mornings to witness the sunrise. And, for you to keep reminding me of the important things one must do. I also asked the Lord to help me stand where I will always see God so that He can shine through me.”
“I will ask the same things.” The Grandson released three puffs of breath and watched them transformed shapes as they floated to the heavenly sky. “Grandpa, the sun!”
Grandpa moved away from the rail, took the keys of the truck out of his pocket and told his Grandson, “the sun rays have spread making this Grandpa and Grandson connection time, extra special. Now let’s go to the mountains and explore.”
Tuesday Photo Challenge by Dutch goes the Photo ~ Connections
Worship In My Highs and My Lows
I cry out
I choose to
was, is and
With such knowledge
I face the world
whether it maybe
a pleasant sunny day
or a dark stormy night
with a certainty
of a holy assurance
I’ll walk as
I face my fears
calming my breath
of my past appear
give in from
my face falls
to my feet
I will climb
at the cross
help comes from
All I need to do is worship.
When I’m Weak, I’m Strong
There are days, which I’m more than ready to go full stride with my writing without telling myself, “believe, believe in your giftedness.”
Then there are those days, like yesterday, which all I could do was to muster enough will power and not get lost on the path which I’ve been on many times. The path which accomplishes nothing.
I pushed myself to move, only to have felt the dragging of my steps in familiar groves. Fear of stumbling in the old rut of ‘lack of trust’ or twist my ankle from a previous deep footprint of ‘doubt’ entered my heart. I struggled all day and didn’t return to the road of progress, which I had hoped to be on.
On days like yesterday, I normally repeat to myself, Lord, I believe, please, oh please help my unbelief. Honestly, this prayer didn’t even cross my mind. For some reason I kept expecting something bad to happen. I couldn’t stay focus on anything long enough to do or accomplish what I long, to write, to be creative or even go for a walk. My body became fatigued. All I wanted was to return to bed and sleep. By the end of the day, I was exhausted.
Today, the verse about, “My Grace is sufficient,” came to mind.
My spirit remarked with sarcasm, really Lord? I don’t think so.
I went ahead and looked up the verse, for I didn’t recall the whole passage.
“Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:8-9
When I read, “three times,” I felt my spirit harden. It told me, “I’m not asking three times. It should have been taken care of the first time, we asked “three times.” Why must the wait have to occur, every time? Why? I’m tire of waiting.”
For some reason, a spirit of pessimism overcame me.
I wondered, where in the heck did, I pick up this spirit? Or did it just floated my way and decided I was a perfect candidate? Well, I don’t know. But, wanting to get some writing done today, I thought I should do as Paul wrote, “boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” Maybe then this spirit would leave me, and my mindset be on Whom and what I believe God can do through me.
It’s difficult to write when low self-esteemed conversations arise over shadowing my creativity, and questions of my true ability drown the little confidence I hold inside. The idea of being a good writer quickly slips from my grasp, when my weakness of spelling, grammar and punctuation face me each time. Plus, the fact that the proper words I want to use don’t fruition quickly, only concepts float in my mind which frustrate my heart. Last, the critique in me wins more often than I care to admit, leaving me defeated.
Often, I ask myself, “why do you need to be perfect and want man’s approval when you have both in Christ?”
My mentors’ advice return, “write Lidia, just write. Don’t worry about the errors, go ahead and tell the story. Later, return and rewrite with the help of others.”
But I don’t want others to see my mistakes. Which in itself is another weakness of mine. Yikes! Why Lord, why do you fill my head with stories that I can’t finish and at times not even start? I don’t understand, why you gifted me with this talent of story-teller?
The Lord reminded me of His Grace as I struggle with the assurance of what God sees in me.
With truth, I responded, “Yes, Lord. I know your grace is sufficient.”
Then, I heard in my spirit my Lord say, “Lidia why don’t you do what Paul did, delight in weaknesses, in insult, in hardships in persecutions, in difficulties. It’s not a delight of your weakness, but while you are in the state of being weak, delight in the knowledge that my grace is sufficient and allow the errors to be made. In other words, trust me as you obey and make mistakes. All you need to do is believe Paul’s words. Believe, when Lidia is weak, then Lidia is strong.”
Truthfully Lord, it makes no scenes to me. How in my weakness, can I be strong? How will your grace be sufficient for me? I do understand your power, yet not how it is made perfect in my weakness. Could you allow the Holy Spirit to help me understand your “grace?”
I heard my Lord say, “My Grace is many things, but here it refers to dexterity. Through my Grace you will receive the ability for the artistry which I’ve blessed you with. When you face the struggles, challenges, insults, difficulties and persecutions, I will give you the tact require to be strong as you hold on and accomplish each story.
Believe in me, in spite of your disbelief in yourself. Write and accomplish the stories.”
Lord, bring me back to this lesson when my will doesn’t want to obey, my spirit toys with disbelief and when self struggles with my old ways of thought for they return only to taunt me. I don’t want the struggle of my weaknesses, but I do desire for your divine power to be seen in me and through me so that many will trust in you.
Therefore, I will learn to say, “For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
Like A Reflection
LIKE A REFLECTION ~ Let’s keep this verse stuck on the mirror of our souls.
“. . . being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ.”
Philippians 1:6 NKJV
When we feel like:
of God’s goodness
we can recall where to find the confidence to put on the righteousness which God provided.
Don’t forget, ignore or overlook what has been bought for you, your soul’s freedom. It came with a high price and given as a free gift to anyone who professes Jesus as Lord.
“If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.
For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved.” Rom. 10:9-10
Don’t leave your beautiful, spiritual, royal outfit laying on the bed or hung in the closet, unworn.
Today, is the day to change your soul’s cloths, for we are sons and daughters of a High King.
While you workout your salvation, keep quoting Philippians 1:6.
Jesus has risen! For you! For me! For all!
Let’s not place Him back in the grave in thought or in heart.
We don’t have to wait for Easter to proclaim and walk in truth.
Think and say, “HE HAS RISEN! And I will be made complete!”
In Love With The Sea
With your sways you sooth my soul to near you
With your roars you entice my heart to feel you
With your rolling waves you engulf me to be with you
With your gentle release you leave me wanting you more