Day by day,
He feeds me the manna of His Word.
Piece by piece.
Morsel after morsel.
Until I find I am craving more.
For nothing else can satisfy
my thirsty soul,
like the Bread from Heaven
of His Word.
Each word...
each morsel of light and life...
nourishes me in my inmost being.
Nothing else on this earth
comes close to satisfying.
I cry out "Lord, I want more!
For nothing else can save me, heal me,
deliver me, like Your powerful Word."
He answers, "Come, my child, you are
invited to the Feast,
to feast on Me, feast on My Word,
and find true life."
Empty from the broken cisterns
of the world,
I come to His Feast.
He feeds me the manna of His Word,
piece by piece,
morsel after morsel.
Until I find I am craving more.
Until He has filled up
my empty soul.

Moses ran from Egypt.
Into the wilderness.
Turned aside to see a burning bush.
God's Presence.
Sandals removed.
Holy ground.
The call.
Argued with God.
"Send someone else.
I'm a bad choice.
I'm too scared.
I can't talk.
You don't know
what You're doing, Lord."
God's patience.
Tried.
By Moses.
But still He was kind.
"I will be with you,
the entire time."
How long was the gap?
While God worked on the heart.
Of Moses.
Until...

A trip to Egypt.
A step back in time.
"Let my people go."
But Pharoah's heart was stubborn.
New Moses.
Shows courage.
"Let my people go!"
But Pharaoh says "No!"
So...
Plague after plague.
Until a King's son lies dead.
Pharaoh said "Go!
And please...bless me."

Exodus.
Slaves set free.
But Pharaoh changed his mind.
Again.
Egyptian army pursued them.
Red Sea.
Before.
Enemies.
Behind.
Where is God?
Are we going to die?
Moses' staff.
Stabs the sea.
"Behold His mighty hand."
There will be victory!
God's people.
In the middle of the waters.
Running.
Free.
On dry land.
With a wall of water to the right and left.
At God's command.
Hurry! Hurry!
See Pharoah's army!
God where are you?
Are we going to die?
Israelites.
Safe on the other side.
Egyptian enemies swallowed up.
By the tide.
Rejoice!
God has set us free!

Moses the warrior.
Led God's people.
Into the wilderness.
Of God's Promise.
Moses led.
A stiff-necked people.
And talked with God.
Face to face.
In a cloud.
"Please have mercy on Your people,"
He prayed.

Moses, once a weakling,
became a warrior.
For God's hand was upon him.
Every step of the way.
Until his face shone radiant.
With God's glory.

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Moving hand upon the wheel.
Moving traffic.
Moving people walking.
Moving branches full of pink blossoms.
In the wind.
Moving.
Movement.
All of life is movement.
Time never stands still.
We are racing on towards eternity.
Nothing ever stays the same.
Seasons changing.
Life's seasons changing.
People changing.
Time is like a river flowing.
Movement.
Racing towards eternity.
How much time do I have left to run my race?
How long is my role upon life's stage?
Moving.
Ever changing.
With each day comes change.
And hope.
Hope for change.
Movement.
And then...
God.
Who never changes.
Immovable in His love.
While all around me...
life is moving.

A New Year is dawning.
A blank page is unwritten on.
A new song is yet to be sung.
It is time to move forward.
It is time to make straight paths for my feet,
with my eyes fixed on the Light.
It is time to run the race set before me,
and forget what lies behind.
It is time to shake off the chains that bind.

A New Year is dawning.
A blank page is unwritten on.
A new song is yet to be sung.
It is time to receive forgiveness for the past.
It is time to forgive,
and let go of the loss.
It is time to trust.
It is time to rest.
Time for joy.
Time to move into my purpose.
Time to be strong and courageous.

A New Year is dawning.
A blank page is unwritten on.
A new song is yet to be sung.
A new season of my life with God.
Has begun.

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My father.
The steadfast one.
Through life's storms.
He has endured much.
He has worked hard...
prayed hard...
shown strength and resilience
through whatever comes.

Steadfast in love.
Steadfast in commitment.
Steadfast in faith.
An example to me of integrity,
honesty, hard work,
and stability.
Steadfast and enduring.
Like an oak tree.

Dad, do you know I've always looked up to you?
My father.
The steadfast one.

Jesus.
Lover of my soul.
Eternal Husband.
You are my First and Greatest Love.
I am eternally devoted to You.
You have shown me who I truly am.
I am finished walking down a path of sin.
I choose to avoid the snares of temptation.
And I want nothing to ever come between us again.

Jesus.
Your Love is overwhelming.
Healing all my brokenness.
Healing all my scars.
You are my First and Greatest Love.
You alone hold first place in my heart.
You have my full devotion.
You have my complete adoration.
And I want nothing.
I want no one.
To ever come between us again.
Every other love holds second place to You.
For You alone are my First and Greatest Love.

Who am I?
Loved.
Cherished.
Forgiven.
Valued.
Redeemed.
Rescued.
Held.
B­y my Good Good Father.
Loved.
By my Good Good Father.
This is who I am.

The beauty of nature.
God's perfect creation.
Calls to every weary traveller.
Upon life's broken road.
Every man.
Every woman.
Every child.
Come.
Come.
And rest.
Unburden your heavy load.
Come.
Come.
And rest.

Nature's call.
Is the Call.
Of God.

This is not a poem, but an update for those of you who read my poems and follow me. I have just moved into a new home on Monday and am still unpacking and getting settled. Will resume posting poems shortly. God has blessed me with a lovely condo at a good purchase price. I am beyond grateful for my new home.

They have no need for make-up.
They have no use for a new hairstyle,
and certainly don't need to colour their hair.
For they are full of brilliant colour.
Everywhere.
Beautiful flowers.

They do not need fancy clothes in the latest fashions
to feel good about themselves.
They feel no need to impress.
Yet, look at how pretty they are dressed!
Touch their soft, lovely petals.
Beautiful flowers.

Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of them,
the Bible says.
Beautiful flowers.

Oh, that I could be like them!
With no need to impress.
Knowing I am wonderfully made by God.
Oh, that I could see myself
as a beautiful flower.

Loss upon loss.
Threat upon threat.
Until fear envelops me.
Trying to pull me under.
I fight back. I push against it.
By His Spirit within me.
I turn my mind from the darkness,
to His Light.
I turn my eyes from the stormy seas of this life,
to my Anchor Jesus Christ.
I. Will. Not. Be. Shaken.

How I worry.
How I fret.
When only
ONE thing
is needed.
To sit.
At Jesus' feet.
And listen.
Just.
Listen.
To His Word.

---inspired by Luke 10:38-42, Holy Bible.

Playful children.


Beneath playful white clouds.


In blue sky.


Running.


Among playful autumn leaves.


Dancing





down.

Dancing





down.


On this playful day.

Your powerful hands formed the mighty mountains,
which firmly stand.
How could it be that those powerful hands,
can also hold me so gently?
Hold me through my tears of loneliness and loss.
Hold me in my fear,
as I realize the cost.
Lord, You are power.
You are gentleness.
And in Your care,
I shall rest.

I thank the Lord my God above.
For all the prayers of love.
I thank Him for the faithful souls
who care enough to think of me.
And before the Father bow the knee.
To lift up a request for me.
Some have known You many years,
with hair of grey upon their heads.
While others have just begun,
and are eager to be fed.
Some have walked this journey with me
for a decade plus three or four,
while others I have just met,
and never known before.

I thank the Lord for every soul.
And for prayers of love,
before His Throne.
They are truly gifts from His hand.
Oh may I always remember.
Every day.
To pray.
For them.

Though the feeders stand empty.
The birds still rejoice.
They do not fly around in frantic fear.
Like I do.
They trust You to feed them.

Though I have no provisions stored.
No wealth saved for tomorrow.
And my coin pouch is empty.
I choose to rejoice and trust You
to provide for my needs.

I lift up my voice and sing to You.
Though there is no cattle in my stall.
And no fruit on my vines.
I cling to Your promise.
Your promise is this:
You will give me all that I need.
As I seek first Your kingdom
and Your righteousness.

Myself and my seed
shall not be begging bread,
even if my coin pouch is empty.
And I have no provisions stored.
I will trust in You, my God.
For You have promised.
To provide.

I walk through puddles.
Like mirrors.
Beneath my booted feet.
Beholding the beauty.
Of reflections of trees.
Mirror images.
Of the original creation.
Oh may I too,
be a reflection.
Of the beauty of my Lord and King.
May I be.
A mirror image.
Of Him.

Joseph was raised up from a pit,
to a position of respect.
Daniel was rescued from the lion's den,
because he put his trust in Him.
Moses was saved from his enemy Pharaoh,
and led God's people to a brighter tomorrow.
Christ was victorious over sin and death,
even the Cross was not His final breath.
And I too, as one of His,
shall follow in the footsteps of those gone before.
Though I find myself now in a place of
heartache and trouble,
where there are those who oppose me
and want to ***** out Your light in me,
You, O God, will raise me up,
and set my feet upon solid ground.
You will rescue me from those who want to bring me down.
And replace my tears of mourning
with a joyous song.

Ready to begin again.
With my feet planted
on the solid ground
of His Word.
And my soul at one with Him.
Ready to begin.
Again.

Be still, O my soul.
There is nothing to fear.
Your God is in control.
And He holds you near.
There is none who can protect thee.
Like the Lord Almighty.
With His angel army.

Be still, O my soul.
There is nothing to fear.
Your God is in control.
Beneath His wings.
You can rest secure.
For He is your refuge.
From all harm and evil.

Be still, O my soul.
There is nothing to fear.
For in His heart.
You are most dear.

Be still, O my soul.
And know.
That He is your God.

He buries the pain of her past.

He covers the stain of her sin.

Beneath rose petals.

The colour of Blood.

Beneath rose petals.

Of

His

Love.

A gust of autumn's wind.
And the leaves dance down.
So many at once.
Like a shower of
glimmering gold coins.
Falling to the earth.
I stare out my window.
At gusts
and
showers of gold.
And I am
wonderstruck.

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Silently cry the birds...

Take your eyes from your screens.
And notice me.
Watch the sky.
See beauty.
Look away from busyness.
Look away from technology.
Which holds you in chains every day.
From noticing beauty.
From seeing God's glory.
In creatures.
In creation.
Take your eyes from your screens.
From your obsession.
And notice me.
Notice beauty.
Look!  There are hundreds of us
flying overhead in the blue summer sky.
Don't you see us?
Will you just stop.
For a moment.
And look up.
To beauty.

Silently cry the birds...
Will we heed their cry,
or pass them by?
Will we wait until it's too late?

Silently cry the birds.

Do not fear the slippery places.
My Lord whispered unto me.
As you walk upon the road of life,
do not walk around them.
Letting them fill you with terror and strife.
Hold my hand and walk upon them.
For I will surely keep you from falling.
Keep your eyes fixed straight ahead.
Walking with confidence upon the icy path.
Know that I am always with you,
and will guide and protect you.
With my Shepherd's rod and staff.
Do not fear the slippery places
upon life's journey, My child.
For I am ever with you
through every slick and treacherous mile.
Do not fear.
Do not fear.
The slippery places.

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Brilliant.
Dazzling.
New leaves burst forth.
In Spring's glorious green.

Brilliant.
Breathtaking.
Blossoms of violet and purest white.
Upon trees standing stately.
In morning light.

Radiant trees announce God's resurrection life.
Flowers of beauty herald the fragrance of Christ.

Winged songbirds.
Frolicking squirrels.
Rabbits now brown.
Every living thing dances with renewed life.

And I dance with them.
In the joy of new healing.
And renewed strength.

I rejoice in the wonder of Spring.
Awestruck.
By the greatness of God.
The Living God who created all things.
And fashioned with beauty.
Spring's glorious gems.

Spring's new leaves of brightest green,
shimmer like emeralds in the breeze.
The sky is a brilliant blue,
the backdrop for green trees
Sprouting new.
In the distance I hear a woodpecker
knock, knock, knock.
Upon the wood of the tree top.
From the old birdhouse,
baby birds fledge,
ready to leave home
their wings they spread.
The scent of freshly mown grass
and many blossoms
is in the air.
How I love to sit on my porch
and behold Spring's wonders.
Oh, such a gift is the glory of nature!

The Way out of my fear
is trusting the Good Shepherd.
One step at a time.
Only.
One.
Step.
Until my eyes are opened
to see I can trust Him.
He woos me with cords of His Love.
Into a place of rest.
A place of trust.

Yet another step.
And more trust comes.

The Way out of my fear
is trusting Jesus.
One step at a time.
Until beyond my fear...
Walking into my fear...
He shows me a blessing.
Hidden there.
He shows me the Gift.
The Glory.
When I face my fear.
One step.
At a time.

Link by link,
my chains of ******* fall away.
Brick by brick,
stone upon stone,
the broken down walls of
my soul are being rebuilt.
As His Word gets hammered
into my heart.

Little by little,
I cast into the sea,
every idol
that keeps me from being free.

Piece by piece,
my shattered life is being
put back together.
Recreated into a masterpiece.
By the Master Builder.
Who makes all things beautiful.

Do I take for granted the breath I breathe?
When there are some who are breathing their last?
Do I take for granted that my brain sends a message
to my hand,
to open the cupboard and take out a mug?
Or that my arms can move and give a hug?
When there are some who have no limbs,
or are missing one,
or perhaps they cannot feel the warmth of the sun.
Upon their face.
Or hear sweet music when it plays.
Oh how much do I have,
that I sometimes fail to remember.
Gratitude.
To be grateful.
For all of God's gifts under the sun.
Even the simple ones.
Like the breath I breathe.

Little girl with golden locks.
Little girl with big blue eyes.
Little girl.
So full of woe.
In a church of stained glass windows.
The Church of the Messiah.

Mommy decks the altar with flowers.
Daddy is out and about.
The little girl stares reverently
at the beautiful window.
Sunlight lights up Jesus the Good Shepherd.
A little lamb is in His arms.
Close to His chest.
Close to His heart.
Is He MY Good Shepherd? the little girl whispers.
Am I His little lamb?

The little girl is now alone in the sanctuary.
With the Shepherd's eyes upon her.
Lights streams through the
stained glass aperture.
It falls upon her small face.
Then a Voice speaks into her depths:
"You are My child, and you will belong
to Me for your whole life."
The little girl is struck.
With awe and wonder.
At her Shepherd's voice.
For now she knows,
and will forever know,
that she is
His little lamb.