A Summer Poem (RJD #14)

Beach gazing: Nantucket, Ma

 My RJD offering for you today friends, will be a Summer Treat. 
I often write poems in my journals then forget about them. 
Poetry is just a way I express myself, I suppose. 
It kind of just comes, so I submit myself to the pen and let it flow. 
I forgot all about this little ditty I jotted down in the early days.
1997 was the year that God really began speaking to me, 
or perhaps when I finally was willing to obey.
 Or at least try. For better or worse.
I felt like I could hear Him all the time, everywhere. 
I stole away with Him often. 
It was the Honeymoon time of my faith…
This is pretty raw. Unedited.
As you can see!
Enjoy!
I Have Felt His Presence

Here
and faraway
Near 
and every day…
[present, now, especially today]
O magnificent Ocean
You are but a drop of water
held within His hand
[Behold His glory]
Every sparkling glimmer dancing upon the sand
[Look closely]
I have seen His glorious work!
But where sand meets sea
is where He anointed me…
Rendezvous
Splendid and beautiful place
He has chosen His merciful grace
as a gift imparted to me…
My Lord blesses me
here by the sea
Alone~
I seek His grace and loving-kindness
Behold
He kisses me with Sun and warmth
Caresses me with a gentle breeze
He embraces me with His loving light
Heals me with salty air
and cleanses me with 
His foamy, 
green waters and righteousness
of whom shall I compare?
None I dare.
Praise Be To God
I see His glory in every hue of blue 
of the sky
and wonder why
He would choose me
from the land
as part of His unfolding plan. 

July 24, 1997- October 8, 1997
My heart, AND open book! 😉

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The Dance

Dance. 
I see you dancing before me, my sweet girl. 
Completely free. 
Those early days you felt unhindered. 
Confident. Innocent. 
Dance. 
I see me, seeing you. 
Free, satisfied. What joy in my heart. 
I birthed beauty. 
A mystery. Beyond words. 
It breaks me in half, tears me in two. 
Often choices that never beckoned me, shriek out from the sidelines. 
Referees in my mind offering up rules, regulations, penalties. 
Dance. 
We learn together this parent-child relationship. 
Awkward like steps to a dance, unknown. Stepping on toes, tears. 
Frustrating moments and laughter, too. 
The desire to stomp out. 
Still stronger the longing to stay, and master each moment. 
Pressed close.
This dance…
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Five Minute Friday

Random Journal Day Link Up #14


Welcome to Random Journal Day! 

OK, I realize for some reason I mess up RJD by 
spelling it RDJ by accident! Sorry!


Some RDJ news:
If you check out the LINKS tab at the top of my blog you will find our 
Random Journal Day Home base
This was to help others easily find a description as well 
as archive all of our RDJ Link Ups in one place!
Feel free to send anyone 
who might be interested there- Enjoy!


Thank you all for taking part and sharing. 
Susie and I are so grateful for each of you being willing to 
open up your hearts and journals here with us.
I hope you are enjoying it!
It really has been a wonderful blessing for us.


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Link up your journal post when you can anytime during the week.
Check out the other journal links and 
be sure to leave some feedback.
I look forward to digging in my stack and sharing, 
and also peeking into your journal pages!

 REMEMBER to Link your post back to this URL directly
so others may find us and participate!
(just click on the title of this post and link that to your RDJ entry)
If you have a any questions contact us (Dawn and Susie) through e-mail:
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Rules, Schmules…but here they are : 

1. Dig out one of your old journals, or a recent journal. 
Choose an entry, or a portion of an entry that you feel bold enough or at least comfortable to share. 
We prefer if you could include a picture of your journal if possible!

2. Write up your blog post, publish and link up here.
Link up the blog post you are sharing, NOT your general Blog address- so we can visit your entry. 
We don’t have a Badge for this Blog yet, but if you just link back to this in your post that will work (Random Journal Day Weekend Link Up) You can use Susie’s RDJ Photo if you like!

3. Kindly visit and comment on the person before or after you in the link up. 
You can visit more but we understand that everyone is busy.
 Please visit at least one other Random Journal Day Link Up as that just would make it nice for all.

We look forward to peeking in your journals!

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Lessons, Insights And Concluding Thoughts: The Bloggers Prayer Project

The one concern of the devil is to keep Christians from praying. 
He fears nothing from prayerless studies,
 prayerless work and prayerless religion.
He laughs at our toil, 
mocks our wisdom, 
but trembles when we pray.
~Samuel Chadwick

Well this concluding post seems a bit overdue. But nonetheless, here it is. 
I know that we as Christian Bloggers pray. 
I mean, after all that’s what Christians do, right? 
I mean, Jesus intercedes for us and is our example, so as sure as I’m breathing, 
alive and following Him I am praying for others. 
But life is busy and distracting. 
Can I get an “Amen”?
When I realized how many bloggers I was actually following, my heart was stirred. 
It had been on my heart to be more purposeful in praying. 
I like to plan strategies and goals in my spiritual life- it must be the Personal Trainer in me.
 (Don’t ask about my own physical fitness as of late though, puhleeze!)
I decided to make a “plan of action” and enlist 
anyone else who was interested
to join me. This had both selfish and unselfish motives. (?)
I thought others might really have a heart for this- 
and felt nudging to invite them and trust God for that.
I also knew, if I did not incorporate the accountability 
(even just knowing that others had committed to doing this) 
it would be easy to …well, let’s just say- get sidetracked. 
I am an expert “Sidetracker” with too many ideas in my brain.
I need a little reigning in at times. 
And accountability. 
(Don’t hold me to that.) 
Ha!
Well, I set the ambitious 31 Day Challenge and two others committed to join me.
Many of you joined in with praying as we went and I thank you for doing so.
I know many of you pray for your fellow bloggers but this was more of 
a purposeful commitment challenge.
Trust me, it got challenging.
If you want to see the enemy move in, as well as your own fleshly, natural  tendency to resist God’s will despite “good intentions” just go ahead and decide you want to pray faithfully for anyone- or do anything for the glory of God. 
The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak
Matthew 26:41
But guess who is bigger, badder, better, fighting for us and on and by our side?
Yup.
Our Man, God and King,
who gets all the Glory because He is worthy:
Jesus.
Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us.
Romans 8:34
The way I decided to tackle this, after creating the initial list, was to pick a scripture passage to reflect and then springboard  off, writing out a prayer based on what I read and from what I know about the blogger. I would then send it via e-mail to them. 

I decided against a blog post devoted to the blogger because I was afraid it would become about me and making a post more than a prayer before God. I just know my tendencies and weakness, although initially I wanted to do that- after praying, I knew that was not the way God wanted me do do it for the above stated reasons.
The other thing I did was to just put a shout out on my Facebook page with a link to the Blog site and name of the blogger I was praying for to invite others to lift them up with me. 

For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.
Matthew 18:20
Honestly, it was a true challenge to meet this 31 days of praying for just one blogger a day-
Purposefully, focused and in a way that I wanted to invite God  to lead, direct and guide.
I finished a week late.
I sometimes found it difficult to focus, and would put it off until later, 
then was battling fatigue.
You know friends, the enemy does not want you or I to pray.
If you commit to pray,
 prepare yourself for a battle.

Because it is God’s first line of defense and call to action.
For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.
Ephesians 6:12

“No one is a firmer believer in the power of prayer than the devil; 
not that he practices it, but he suffers from it.”
Guy H. King 

“The greatest tragedy of life is not unanswered prayer, but unoffered prayer.”
F.B. Meyer 
I want to offer a special thank you to Melanie from Only A Breath who
 graciously created and gave freely our beautiful badge/button!

I will attempt The Bloggers Prayer Project again and invite you to link.It will be different then last time and I think more realistic and user friendly! We can cover the Blogosphere in prayer together, friends! One blogger at a time!

My office closet doors with name prompts of Bloggers for Round 1!

Minus One

Image Credit: Keoni Cabral 

I wonder if
it would be easier
for them to see
Him
darkness, like fog rolls in
consuming thoughts-
black
I almost see the gates of hell
no, all the lords and princes
parade over me victorious
and I stop caring
consumed by the current darkness
stopped hearing
Him
soul pierced, bleeding, silenced
walls don’t weep
physical pain is more inviting
than this wicked assault
foolish me, caught again
armourless
or has he grown more indubitable in the battle-
knows my weakness,
my failure,
my shadows.
catches me.
I wonder if they would see
Him better 
without me
three 
minus one
a better chance
than zero
what if I quit
caring
fearing
daring
I thought rage died and there it is alive
baring it’s teeth and I 
oblige-
because at least
it feels better than hopelessness.
I can’t help but think that three minus one might 
be better for me,
alone
in the battle
so why not
be set free
enemies on every side
but when home becomes
a battle ground
dry, clay 
cracked open,
 claim staked
leaving all
earthbound

he pitched his tent, 
right there among them
slipped right in,
 like poison Kool-Aid,
has taken them captive
why does the guard sleep?
lets them all walk away 
with the booty
minus one
or 
maybe 
not
Battle weary-
all alone,
she lay
praying til 
the light of day
begging Him  
take her away
 on the wings of morning 
tear-less
rush right into
arms that 
are willing and open,
overjoyed at the sight of her
welcomed with
an embrace
in place
of the 
dry, and weary land,
a place where 
there is a river…
and promises that never fail.
could three possibly
be better off

minus one?

I wrote two poems this week. 
One dark and one light.
So to speak. 
Poetry is about the present moment and authenticity.
That’s why I like it.
It’s nakedness.
Some people are afraid to get naked  (honest) 
about their feelings and thoughts.
Not me.
Keepin’ it real.
God prefers me that way 
and can handle it.
Can you?




Appreciate you dropping in,
 but I decided to turn the comments off for this one. 
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 What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God on the basis of faith. I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead.
Philippians 3:8-10

Poetry Link over at this wonderful place w/Brian Miller and friends! 

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