All Things Are Possible

  
 
 
 
 
  
 You are worthy of my trust, my complete trust.
 You are worthy of my confidence, my complete confidence.
 I have nothing, nothing I can give;
 but I ask you today, this day, please help me to live.
  
 Not in my former ways,
  trusting no one-least of all my self
 Not in what I can’t or can do 
 based on poverty or wealth.
  
 Yet, in humble submission to what I can’t see
 for only you comprehend all I can be.
  
 I stumble too often on what others say
 Too often satisfied with having my own way
 Both of us know where these struggles lead
 so more of you, less of me is what I do plead.
  
 All things are possible with you I believe,
 beyond what my mind can fully conceive.
  
 You’ve never deceived your chosen ones,
 by grace and faithfulness, each battle’s been won-
 Let me continue this race, wholly trusting your Son,
 not in others nor self, but in what you have done,

 not in others, myself- only in what you have done.

On Saying Goodbye to my Mom…The Last Love Letter

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Mom and I in happier days!

 

To say that 2018 was a difficult year would be an understatement. When your New Year begins with being abruptly displaced from your home without warning and ends with the loss of a loved one, well words are sorta hard to find.

I spent most of 2018 helping my Mom stay alive. I cannot write much beyond that now- it’s still too new and unreal. I’m still settling into the reality of her being gone and this new year starting without her. I’m still struggling to figure out who I am without her in my life, and what’s next. Most of all I am missing the woman I called Mom. 

 

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Phoenix

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photo credit: chiaralily Flight of the Phoenix via photopin (license)

 

 

It is when the day is dark 

the need for Light becomes great

 

Within the darkest night,

lies the greatest possibility for

brightest light

 

Now is the time for your shining…

Now is the time to shine, 

to fly, to burn… to light up this current darkness

with the hope of Eternal Light

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If Snowflakes Were Wishes…(A Wish for Your Imperfect Christmas)

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Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. 1 Corinthians 15:51-52

Imagine if snowflakes were wishes we could send one another? Imagine each unique flake, a pure white reminder of of His love? Of His mercies… of our gifts, falling from Heaven? What is it about snow that entices our imagination, heightens the senses, rekindles within us a flicker of childhood joy?

Imagine that beautiful Christmas tree, a memory of everlasting grace, of One so willing to take our place. What is it about that pristine triangle shaped Evergreen, that inspires our hopes, dreams; causes us to remember a lifetime of Christmas wishes.

Christmastime, like any other time, is not meant to be perfect. Remember that, my friends. Maybe you’ve no parties to attend, no family close by, no presents this year.

  Maybe, Christmas feels like a bully that barges into your life, while you’re still picking up pieces from yesterday’s heartache. Maybe, Christmas magnifies your loneliness, your empty womb, your broken heart. Maybe, Christmas feels just like the last straw, a mockery of your current circumstance. 

You’re tired of the Nativity scene, and those who are arguing over the details. Tired of hearing everybody’s opinions, or at least the fighting over who is right and wrong. You are weary from all of the politically correctness surrounding a season that strays dangerously far from simply adoring Him.

But wait…I promise, there is hope for tomorrow. If God allows tomorrow to come, will He not be there? Is He not a God of His word? We adore Him every day, and more importantly, friend, He adores us. See, He is not distracted by our shortcomings, or our waywardness. He came because He loves; is Love.

So your if Christmas falls short of perfect, this year, will you remember something? 
Our perfect lives will come. Not now, but later. In the twinkling of an eye…
 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-18
Friend, I don’t know your circumstances, but I know the One who does. 
My wish for you this season is that you would know the One who is a shelter in every season. That when mother, father, husband, wife and child fail…and all will- in due season, because we do. It is in our genes- We fail one another, in our humanity. But, my wish for you is that, instead of looking at all that is not good, you would cast your eyes upon the One who promises His presence, long after the presents are forgotten, after the tinsel taken down from the tree and after the last decoration packed away. He remains. He longs for you to see Him. Beyond the manger, beyond the Star, beyond the stories…He longs to restore your soul. Just sit in the quietness of His presence. Or stand in the snow and listen. Let the snowflakes remind you of His love.
Wishing you peace this holiday season.
Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel. Isaiah 7:14

*Thanks for reading, but if I might ask one more thing: Would you take a moment to take the poll, there at the top left of the blog? I would so appreciate your input. With thanks-
In His Grace, Dawn

Rainy Day Reflections on Hope, Loss and Change

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Today I heard the rumbling of thunder and enjoyed the sound of rain. I don’t understand why people get so uptight about rainy days because to me, they are glorious. Rainy days give me a green light to curl up with a good book, steamy cup of tea in my relaxed Thinker’s Pose, as I ponder away the deeper things in life or just stare into space. Even if I have to go out in the rain – I accept it as easy as sunshine. Why wouldn’t I? After all both come from the same source.
 If I question “Why?” for every rainy day or negative circumstance, shouldn’t I also question the same way for every good thing that God allows to touch my life?
Every loss I can count as gain, in the end, because I know that God will not allow anything in my life to be wasted. He is a most economical God. He could teach the greenest of Green a few things on efficiency because he wastes nothing in the realm of circumstance. If it touches my life there is purpose. 

If it has touched your life God will teach you something, grow you and take you through it. 
What is my part and yours? It is to see the sunshine in the rain. It is to bring your own sunshine with you wherever you go. It can be done only as we yield and accept all, as filtered through the hands of a faithful, loving God. He can be nothing less than what He is. Only believe. You think this is fluff?
Not so friend. Name your pain. You are wondering why God isn’t coming through the way you expected, planned or desired? You doubt if he has heard your prayers. You think he has forgotten you? You believe you are beyond help with some struggle or sin? 
Well, I will tell you what I have told others, while working as a Personal Trainer, when a client backslides, slips up, or just plain blows it with their efforts. As long as you have breath, there is hope. Sometimes, I would say, as a client stood on the scale, staring in disbelief. I looked dead straight on and asked, “Is it a tombstone?” Of course the response was no, it’s a scale; therefore the number reflected is not permanent. It is temporary. Changeable. Possibly like your circumstance, that needs to be addressed in time. 
God is the Author of Change and Hope. The beauty of it is, we are woven into the very fabric of His story. He is making us beautiful in His eyes. 
It costs.
 It cost Him his very life’s Blood. It buys freedom that no one can take from us. 

My friend, Rejoice. The same One that brings the rain, brings the sunshine.
Rainy days and trials are like puddles, sometimes you jump over them. Sometimes you travel through them…and sometimes, after He’s brought you through many storms, you jump in that puddle and rejoice, knowing it’s not the storm that is in control, not the rain that matters, not the rising waters, but His Faithful Presence alone. His love endures forever and He is good. Sometimes puddles are reminders of His faithfulness, reflections of His grace.

Remember, when the rain comes it brings new life with it. For that which has weathered the storm is left both resilient and beautiful.
Rest assured He will create in each one of us both resilience and beauty, in His time.
Passages to Ponder on Rainy Days (Click on Scripture for instant encouragement from the Word of God with thanks to Bible Gateway):
  2 Corinthians 1:3-5
 Philippians 1:18-19
Philippians  4:4 
Colossians 1:19-20
 2 Timothy 4:18,
 Hebrews 5:8-10
1 Peter 1:3-5 
Job 1:21
Edited and Re-Posted (From Archives June 2011)

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