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"Though the mills
Of God grind slowly;
Yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience
He stands waiting,
With exactness grinds He all."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

The Mill

The grueling weight
of happenstance,
A millstone for to grind,
It deflates the ego
And shows us
Where we're blind,
It renders flesh a ruin
Obliterates the mind,
We leave our idols desolate
Leave the ties that bind.

Under painful hardship
We release the very things
Which put us in the circumstance
And caused the suffering
We leave behind our craving
For wealth and diamond rings
Everything exalted
All exalted above God...

That means
EVERYTHING

Whatever you adore
On this temporal earth
Whatever gives you pleasure
In which you find worth

These very things will shackle you!
You'll find out they're not free.
They are just the Golden Calf
Of base idolatry.

But the millstone slowly purges
Turning hour by hour
Turning the wheat kernels
Into useful flour.

And so I am refined
As I surely must
Put to naught my flesh
Make powder all my lusts
For I am as ashes

for I am as dust.*


SS  (C) 8/23/2017
I have troubles right now. God is putting me through the mill. I'm now almost completely bedridden. My father is in great pain and suffering. My mom is extremely upset due to all this. The entire family is in turmoil. We are ALL affected.

I'm not saying my problems are any worse than yours. We each have a cross to bear. It's simply how we HANDLE IT that matters! Are we going to get bitter? Or BETTER?!!!

I've been feeling very sorry for myself. And, due to my reaction to the stress, I hurt a friend. I can't tell you how badly this shook me! I (self-righteously) thought I was far beyond this sort of behavior! But the pressure grinds & shows us our idols & faults. I've decided to let go of a LOT of besetting iniquity. And it's HARD.

I haven't been on site much. I just want to pray and read my Bible. Study. This will help me heal. Please forgive my absence. I appreciate your support and understanding. I include all of you in my prayers...


♡ Catherine
All the good things
I remembered
They came like a flood.

Cynthia Jean 2017
After a visit to my Grandmother's house....after 37 years. Especially seeing her sun parlor again.;I have a previous poem written called " Grandma's Sun Parlor". Such a joyous and healing visit! Very overwhelmingly profound for me.  It was my one place I went to for unconditional love. I cried tears of joy.  The love was still there.
So many reasons
for tears
in my life,
yet I need
only One
for hope.

Cj 2017
Sunlight
dancing
on the water

the sprinkling
of oil
of lavender

the gentle
stirring
of the  water

a cluster
of
jewels
sprang forth

air bubbles
like  diamonds
glistening
in the sun.


Cj 2016
The simplest things comprise such beauty!  All we need are eyes to see!
to know me is to know tears
to know Him is to know the same
but He promises to wipe them all away,
and to make all things new
with no sorrow added...
real true hope and love
anticipating the kingdom of God
coming
to this earth.

Cj 2016
when you have to choose
between
the  devil
(not even bothering to be in
sheep's clothing )
and
a sinner

it's still a
no brainer

after all
we're all
sinners

think
about
it.

Our
whole
future
is
at
stake.

Cj 2016
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