The Resting Place

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Tonight there is a beautiful Full Moon – I have had a chance to rest, reflect, and  consider the Sabbath. Awhile back as I read Jeremiah, a passage struck me and I have been considering it since. Tonight, as I considered Chapter 50: 6-7 and reflected on the day I wrote a short poem.

 

I pray it is a blessing to you. The verse is shown following the poem.

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Hanging On To The Precious

Therefore thus says the LORD: 
“If you return, I will restore you, and you shall stand before me. 
If you utter what is precious, and not what is worthless, you shall be as my mouth. 
They shall turn to you, but you shall not turn to them.
Jeremiah 15:19
Choices. 
I put my fingers to the keyboard. 
I listen.
I pray, stumbling upon His holiness.
Confessing, my unholiness.
Trusting in forgiveness He provides.
Faithfully.
I choose the precious.
Him.
There are times it is not so. 
There are times I engage in fleshly battles- 
He has not ordained for me. 
I choose the vile, and realize I stand alone.
Obedience, cast aside like an old, worn garment. 
I seek something new.
Foolishness greets me.
I am naked.
Longing for the clothes He graciously gave me,
I stumble into grace.
He takes hold of me in my dark place,
illuminates the corners of despair
sanctifying me again,
setting me apart-
caressing me gently 
with his righteousness,
restoring me to 
His table-
reminding me of His call
His Spirit empowers me,
ignites my heart
with passion
to share –
His Truth
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
As He leads.
His mercy, His sacrifice.
His undying, dying love 
that lives forever.
Leading me to bid farewell to the temporal
for the Kingdom
unseen by many, 
even His own.
But I see, it.
I see it.
I see it full well.
Keep me from being blind to that which is precious,
while pursuing what will be in the end,
worthless.
In Your Sight.
Amen.

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Heart of Fire

But if I say, 
“I will not mention him or 
speak any more in his name,” 
his word is in my heart like a fire, 
a fire shut up in my bones. 
I am weary of holding it in; 
indeed, 
I cannot.

Jeremiah 20:9

This verse took hold of me this past week, friends and I realized how accurately
 it describes this last year of writing for me. 
How this prophet lacked popularity, but knew ultimately, it did not matter,
that He could do nothing less than what He was called to do.
Oh, can’t you feel Him burning from within, consuming you with
 His passion, love and desire.
We who are called just cannot contain these words He births within us, 
anymore than Jeremiah could, in His day.
Go forth, friends and let Him spill right out of you,
 for in this you will be ignited, burning for Him and shining 
His light in the unique way He has called forth for you! 
Indeed, you can do no less!

May you be blessed in this heart of fire, Christ in you!

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