The Fight

The Fight

When the hits keep coming 
and refuse to stop
When you’ve given it your all
and still don’t come out on top
When the mess looms large
the judgement deep
You can’t pick your head up 
off the pillow
or find your feet
When the accusations hit and 
the lies unfold
your peeling back the grit
of what you have been told
Your stomach does halt
the blood flow to your heart 
it’s not your fault 
but you have your part
The puzzle pieces spill
the cards do fly
the balls you were juggling 
blacken your eye
Your in the real world 
your body tells you so
It all unfurls 
and you feel the blows
The corner of the ring appeals to you,
if you can just get there
before your through
the Ref is close
you can see him there
but he can’t protect you from the 
angry glares
you sink into the corner 
absorb the stares
Don’t even bother 
stopping
the outpouring of tears
Bludgeoned by the battle 
wearied by the cause
Do you even remember 
what you’re fighting for?
The tears choke you now and you cannot breathe
 you’re looking side to side but see no reprieve
trapped in the ring
doomed to die
Better put’em up
Death’s no alibi.
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For The Birds {Faith Life Preservers-Day 2}

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But no one says, ‘Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night,
who teaches more to us than to the beasts of the earth 
and makes us wiser than the birds of the air?’
Job 35:11
I am not sure what it is about the creatures that fly.
I find them to be intriguing teachers. 
Mysterious, unique.
After all they do, fly.
And haven’t we all wanted to fly at one time or another?
When I was a child I often would dream of flying.
There is something heavenly about birds to me. 
That they are not earth bound, but like angels, somehow closer to God
than other creatures.
I mean His eye is on the sparrow.
Then it is also on me.
I connect them, in my mind.
 I know every bird in the mountains, and the creatures of the field are mine.
Psalm 50:11


I watch them.
They too, are Faith Life Preservers to me.
I observe and it seems God is willing to teach me through these smallest of creatures.
He has ministered to me as I have observed and listened to His still small voice within.
That He knows EVERY bird in the mountains…created each one.
And He knows me.
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, 
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. 
Are you not much more valuable than they?
Matthew 6:26

Often God speaks to me as I quietly
 watch these feathered friends of His. 
There is wisdom in them.
I ponder Him caring for them, 
yet knowing He values me. More.
Powerful.
Tender.
Truth.
Truth that keeps one soaring instead of sinking.
Do you believe God values you more 
than the birds of the air?
He knows them, still!
He knows you.
Rejoice in this tender truth.
Observe the birds and receive grace for today. 
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