Time is holding me accountable
I’m taught to count all my days
There is far too few of them
To be squandered or wasted away.

Give me a heart filled with wisdom
One that resonates with your praise
Lord, help me to always be mindful
A useful servant who carefully obeys.

You satisfy my needs with great mercy
My soul is content when to you I pray
Your beauty and your favor are upon me
I will be glad and rejoice all of my days.

Psalm 90:12 Amplified Bible, Classic Edition, So teach us to number our days, that we may get us a heart of wisdom


Be Not Dismayed!

With a blank stare and without any words
She numbly moves forward and into the room
A broken window grants a chilliness to enter
While causing a series of goose bumps along her arms.

There is now a terror growing in her bones
As the cold and darkness linger ever so near
And as her heart begins to rapidly tremble
She knows that she has now gone too far.

She’s staring evil in the eye, they’re face to face
It’s menacing and daring her to make the first move
As she closes her eyes, afraid to go any further
She hears a still small voice say, be not dismayed!

I am with you and I will strengthen you
Do not be afraid or let your heart fear
I will help you stand up against your enemy
And hold onto you with my righteous right hand!

Isaiah 41:10 KJV Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

In Him Will I Trust

As the dawn is beginning to break
To bring me into another new day
My heart is stirred from deep within
Longing to seek my Lord’s face again.

I need him much more than I did yesterday
For He is my strength, my hope, and my love
Forever he is faithful and his promises are true
He’ll meet my needs, and even my wants too.

He is always with me wherever I may go
Here today and into all of my tomorrows
He is a guiding hand of the greatest love
Therefore, I am safe and in him will I trust.

All Things New

Eyes once dull and full of regret
Now sparkle with newness of life.

A smile once feigned and forged
Now beams with the joy of the Lord.

A once impolite and rude talker
Now speaks softly and with prudence.

Feet once walking in paths of deceit
Now walk in the truth and in love.

A previously broken and shattered heart
Now healed by the one who created it.

A hopeless and despairing life once without Jesus
Now lived with an abundance of mercy and grace.

All of the old things have passed away
Now I’m a brand-new creation
And all things have become new!

II Corinthians 5:17 KJV Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

Flawed and Fallible

If someone told me they don’t have any struggles or an insecurity, I would probably laugh out loud, literally! It is my belief that being human is a struggle, and everyday is a battle to win out against our flesh and its limitations. Mark 10:18 KJV says, And Jesus said unto him, why callest thou me good? There is none good but one, that is, God. God is the only one without imperfections and flaws, and as long as we live in these bodies we are going to struggle, daily, to win a war over our flesh with its faults and limitations. Just as much as I hope my writings help others, I hope it will help me. Many times, I will go back and read something I have wrote to remind myself of what God was showing me when I wrote it. It refreshes me and renews my mind of the things of God and helps me to win out against my flesh. It isn’t a fix all and that’s all I have to do, once, no I have to do it continuously, over and over again, because every day is a struggle.

I am not sure why this was on my mind so strong this morning, but I am quite grateful. I have a job interview in a few hours and this is helping me to go ahead and forgive myself for any mistakes I will make when talking to my interviewer. When I am nervous, I tend to stutter over my words or say the wrong thing that makes me look like an idiot. I know if it were me and I was the interviewer (actually, I have been the interviewer in the past), I would want someone to feel comfortable and be themselves, as long as they remain professional about it. I am so thankful that God is already aware of all of my shortcomings and loved me anyways. A long, long time ago, before I was ever born, he knew me and the person that I was going to be. When I make mistakes, daily ones, he dusts me off when I ask for forgiveness and sets me back on my way. He loves me with his wonderful fatherly compassion and grace, in spite of my many, many blunders and slipups. For me, this article is serving as another reminder, though its not new to me, that I need God in every minute of every day. His righteousness helps to right my wrongs, and his grace sets me free of my self-doubts and insecurities. Because, no one is unflawed or infallible!

A Forever Home

Matthew 25:40 KJV And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. My heart breaks when I think about the tens of thousands of people who are homeless and hungry here in the United States alone. According to an article I have been reading, as of January of 2016, there are nearly 554,000 homeless people across the United States. Out of that number, around 193,000 of them have no access to any shelter at night, and, instead, they stay in vehicles, tents, and on the street. The only true way of knowing and understanding the hurt and humiliation that comes from being in such a predicament is to experience homelessness yourself.

And I have. The first time I was homeless was when I was just a kid and it was out of my control then. However, I have been in this predicament many more times over the course of my life, and I can tell you from my experience that it is quite the hardship to endure. Being homeless doesn’t mean you are a low – life or a druggie, even though that is a very common factor, but people are finding themselves homeless for a whole host of reasons that involves our poor economy and the high cost of rent in big cities like Seattle and Los Angles. My point though is this, God knows the name of every single homeless person; whether they are living on the street or in their cars, and those in each and every shelter in the United States and all over. These people’s lives matter to him, just as much as any other folks that are lost without him.

My parents decided to separate, for whatever reason, when I was about six years old. We had been living in a house that my stepdad had been working to remodel and had previously belonged to one of his great aunts. I remember this house so very well, because there was a lot of tragedy that happened to me during that time. It was a great place, with a stream that ran along the yard outside the side porch with a lot of shady trees to sit under. However, when my parents split up and my mom moved us to a friend’s house, my stepdad decided to set this house on fire and burn it down prolonging our homelessness. This would be the pattern for the other times I saw homelessness growing up, and my first experiences living in domestic violence shelters. I would not wish for anyone to ever know what it is like to be constantly uprooted and moved so consistently that not doing so becomes the nonstandard. At the age of sixteen, I had moved with my parents more than forty times, and I lived in a shelter of some sort at least five times.

I am truly thankful that God is so faithful and that all things concerning him and his nature are everlasting. His ways and thoughts are higher than ours, and they never change. Hebrews 13:8 KJV Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever. Before my relationship with Jesus, there was no consistency in my life. I have moved too many times to count; including long distances, from state to state, such as from Kentucky to Michigan and Michigan to South Carolina. People have come and gone from my life, some of them good and most of them bad. Looking back throughout my life though, I can see the hand of God leading me in directions that, even though bad things happened, they brought me to the place I am today. I will never know or live an inconsistent life again, nor will I ever be without a home to call my own. The people God have chosen to be my family and my husband are here to stay. As well as the everlasting and eternal home that God has promised to me. One thing I am sure of is a promise from God is one that you can depend on and know with a surety that you can count on him to follow through every time.

A Crooked Road Made Straight

As her head was resting on the window pane
And her breath so openly observable on the glass
She watched just how freely the clouds passed by.

She’s been remembering the paths of old
And the crooked roads of a haunting past
Of lonely destitution, devoid of house or home.

She recalls the darkness that once encased her life
Of how certain its threats of imminent danger
Lie in wait, in the perilous curves of the road.

Like the ease of the clouds she longed for such liberty
For a place of shelter from her cumbersome storm
Somewhere she could belong, as well as forget the past.

As the sun brightened, warming the windowpanes
A smile of gratitude slowly spreads across her face
As the ever so near presence of the one she loves
Quietly reminds her, the past is gone forevermore.

With further encouragement and his Fatherly persuasion
She recalls his great love and all he’s done for her
How he’s given her freedom from the oppressive storms
And in his glorious church, she now has a place to belong
No longer walking in darkness, for his light leads her way
And gently guiding her in paths, he has now made straight.

Proverbs 3:6 Taken from the KJV and Amplified
In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight