Cravings

The saying is true that we want what we cannot have.

Today and tomorrow are prep days for the gastroscopy and colonoscopy I am scheduled for on Wednesday morning.  Nothing to chew - clear liquids only.

Knowing I cannot eat makes me immediately hungry.  This is, of course, my mind and not my body, whining, shouting and pouting.

The grass on the other side of the fence
the fruit that is forbidden
just a taste, a tiny little taste...

This is the time to take thoughts captive, not allowing them to bounce off the walls, surging in power, making taste buds salivate.

No temptation more than I can bear, I know this too.

I have liquids, fresh water when billions do not, even my drug of choice is allowed, caffeine in black coffees and teas.  So I have no cause to complain...

well, maybe the tiniest bit....

Prayers are welcomed as my insides are explored, the things God knit together for His glory.

And go enjoy a snack, for me.

 

No masks

It is by choice
by deliberate design
that I walk in this world
unmasked

I have chosen
to know
and be known
a quest that hiding hinders

I have gone beyond wearing my "heart on my sleeve"
beyond naked
to skin glowing thin enough to be transparent
nothing much to peel away

when arrows come
and come they do
the piercing is all the more profound
for the aim is at who I really am
not someone I pretend to be

just me
spotted, wrinkled,
a work in His hands

I used to beat myself up
call myself names
self-accused for my vulnerability
for laying my heart on the line
again and again
instead of vowing "never"

then I heard Him whisper
I created that heart
to be seen and to be shared
and when it breaks
I will repair it
so be not afraid

So here I am
holding on to Him
reaching out to you....

 

Joining Bonnie and others talking about vulnerability as we continue to unwrap love
 

Let go to hold on

I keep trying to grasp hold of time

and the intro to the old soap opera repeats in my brain

"like sand through an hourglass, so are the days of our lives"

I keep trying to grasp hold

I keep trying to

grasp

and it slips

slips faster

my fingers stretched tight

strained, tension cramping every fibre

yet in the Kingdom of my citizenship

the place that seems so twisted,

upside down

when compared to this world
I have so much to learn

for here
one must let go
to hold on

trying to grasp hold

of anything

but Him

is like attempting

to trap

the wind

and He is always

here, right here

in my hand

in my heart

no stretch, no strain

palms open

breathe

 

Sharing with Jennifer and others who see His hand moving...

 

True Valentine

For Christmas I wrapped a present for Jesus.  For Valentine's Day I wrote Him a love letter.  As the true lover of my soul, He wrote back, words like:

Is it hard for you to understand My ways? I spoke to My disciples in parables. But let Me be clear now. My love is here and My love is true. Nothing will change My love for you.

Click here to read more, where I'm sharing about love letters today at Internet Cafe Devotions

 

Sunday offering

We must offer ourselves to God

like a clean, smooth canvas

and not worry ourselves

about what God may choose to paint on it,

but at each moment,

feel only the stroke of His brush.

-- Jean Pierre de Caussade

Beginning the week with worship, thanksgiving and surrender

 

Joining Deidra's Sunday choir to glorify His name.

 

Hush

Rare, this moment

His night orb yet bright

in the dawning of the day

We have been hushed by the same moon, the same God, the same love

 

Joining Sandy in the stillness...

 

Love came late

Love came late, hard
not a babe, no, fully formed.
With so much time already wasted
Yahweh-jireh, the One Who provided
urged me to jump, dive in deep
unwrap the gift of my beloved
the man He chose, sealed as mine.
Here am I still, submerged
giddy with wonder, joy
untying ribbons to learn more each day
the secrets of who Rick is
who I am
and Who He Is
Who brought me to this moment
lovesick in time.

 

Joining Bonnie as we unwrap love this month