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If the sun and moon would doubt, they’d immediately go out. ~William Blake |
I am sharing this poem which was spontaneously written at the end of my journal entry dated November 4th, 1996. I was really in what I guess you could say was a “back-slidden” state, although I did not know it yet. I had accepted the Lord, and yet not being grounded in His word or comprehending His grace, I had turned back to the familiar, worldly and temporal. A friend said to me, “There is no person more miserable than a Christian out of fellowship with God.” I was living hard, fast and busy. What I did not realize then but do now, and it is key: Spiritual Birth is not something someone can make happen, nor can it be undone. It is completely dependent on the supernatural work of God through His Holy Spirit and by the provision of Christ’s sacrifice. I did not understand yet, but in reality I was signed, sealed and delivered. I was a child who did not yet know my new Father. But the fact is He knew me. I had in fact become the Prodigal. However, I would soon begin to know the One who would not let me continue to walk in darkness, but would pursue me and remove every hindrance and distraction to make sure that I knew, that He alone is God. And that He indeed loved me with His everlasting love.
As a side note, I was writing in a local coffee shop which was my common writing place of choice at this time in my life. I lived close to Brown University and there were plenty of coffee shops to park myself in, regularly. I also was busy with attending a URI, training for competition, and carrying a full load of Personal Training Clients. Busy, in retrospect is really an understatement!
and present company
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A “fortune” glued in to the page the poem was written on. Some journals I seem to glue more bits and pieces than others… |
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Even in your trajectory toward faith–before you 'got' it completely–you were living out the truth of, “This day's trouble is enough for this day.” Your poem (very good, by the way) also reminds me of the words by Jim Eliot, who said, “Whatever you do, be all there; live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God for you.” Yes, before you got such things as 'the will of God for you…'
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Love your writing style!I'm a new follower via Create With Joy! I am looking forward to reading more of your posts!hope you can stop by my blog, Blessdom, as well. http://fruitloopgirlslife.blogspot.com. =)
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Love your poem my dear, and the fact that you have the journal to look back and see your journey forward is so amazing! Thank you for sharing.
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i love how we are never beyond his reach. a touching write, friend. thank you. e.
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i love the being in the moment-ness of your verse…and for me that often is enough…and he gives us what we need…
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to be satisfied in each moment, to stop grasping for MORE…yes and yes.
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