think spring
From a soft, quiet, dark place the deep the essence of my soul I hear a whisper and it says, “think spring.” From a safe, strong, brave place the truth the heartbeat of my body, mind and spirit I respond, “I will.”
from here
from where I stand in my home, in my community, in the nations from my perspective not conformed to the patterns of this world, but transformed by the renewing of my mind from my heart sweetly broken for what breaks yours dear God, meet me where I am, bless me as I step in faith…
in the advent of my soul
In the advent of my soul, I am quiet and still resting renewing knowing I am aware of the calendar longing lamenting praying I am on the verge of greatness waiting watching feeling I am pregnant with the hope of nations expecting expanding trusting in his perfect timing, not once, but twice.
my yes
Thoughts and ideas swirl and blow My mindset is a complete mess. For whatever reason, I doubt all I know And from my heart I hold on to my yes. Obedience or defiance, surrender or pride This time I’m unsure, I confess. I come seeking your will, but wanting to hide And from this place…
flat out
Flat out ‘no’ and flat out ‘yes’ I have spoken both before Making my own decisions The power, control, allure… But in a life turned over I know that he wants more There is another posture required For open windows and closed doors. I am exhausted and weak and broken And excited and inspired to…
everything
Everything. Everything. Everything. The drum beats. Can you feel it? How much do you ask of me? What do you want from me? I get so blinded, I’m striving but I just can’t see… everything. Everything. Everything. The beat goes on. Can you feel it? I don’t want to fight anymore. This just doesn’t fit. It’s too much, not enough, I just want to quit… everything. Everything.…
the swing
back and forth, steady a sweet rhythm of life, here as his beloved about the journey not the destination, now content in his arms completely unforced in Spirit’s gentle wind, love cradled, pure and free
looking for me
If you’re looking for me, I’ll be hiding under my blanket fort eating chocolate chip cookies and coloring. Sometimes I want to hide away from the noise… doors knocking endless talking music playing media saying blah, blah, blah. I know what I need! If you’re looking for me, I’ll be escaping to a treehouse in…