Ship Bound for Madness

The ship sits dockside
it’s ready to leave,
just a matter of time
as far as I can perceive
Horizon  glows orange 
beyond this here place
and I might just board it
but I have my place.
They’re fighting for rights
and out of control,
lost sight of the truth-
hate’s taken hold
Souls harboring darkness
not seeing the light,
drown in confusion
immersed in the fight.
I’m battle weary
watching this war
I stand by the ramparts
and I’m pretty sure
all Heaven is weeping-
can you show me the door?
They’re fighting for rights
and out of control,
lost sight of the truth-
hate’s taken hold
and I’m battle weary
I need a rest
Lord, you better come soon
because there’s not much left…
This war is not new
 back  in the garden
the fighting began 
one woman and snake 
one apple and man
a serpent deceived-
still hissing today
conniving,
thriving on those
 he betrays.
This ‘angel of light’
has but one plight
the destruction of man
taking all that he might.
He whispers his lies,
“You were born this way.
 Now fight for your rights and have your own way.”
He twists and distorts and turns things around,
once a foothold 
now gaining ground…
and it’s the last hours,
the time’s drawing near
The sails are set,
as is the snare.
Yes, I’m battle weary as the war wages on.
I’m standing dockside waiting for you
will you board this here ship
or the Faithful and True?
I’ve got my sword
and my shield too
I’m battle weary-
but I’m still fighting for you.
My fate is sealed,
this much I know,
But I stand at the dock,
asking which way you’ll go.
Take my hand,
do not depart-
the Commander is near
prepare your heart-
This ship’s bound for madness
but I know the One
who will change your destiny,
if you can just hold on…
His blood will cleanse you and give a new start,
now stop where you are and steady your heart.
It’s not for Him to conform to us.
It’s not for Him to conform to us…
but madness has come to carry away
those whose minds are set 
to have their own way-
and I’m battle weary
watching the war
whenever you’re ready, Lord
open the door. 
The ship stands waiting,
it won’t be long
but I’m still standing singing my song.


© 2011-2013 Dawn Paoletta/Beneath the Surface:Breath of Faith

When Your New Year Slaps You Upside Your Head

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Sustain me according to your promise, and I will live; do not let my hopes be dashed.
Philippians 1:20 

Not what I expected…

What I didn’t expect or see coming was that slap in the face 2013 hit me with, and I am still reeling from the sting of it. What I didn’t expect also was the peace of God that met me in the mess of it all and I am still standing in it as I try to recover and walk in it properly. Without swinging back. 
Because I am not sure I can just haul off and belt 2013 in hopes of teaching it a lesson. Instead I have to graciously recover, get back on my feet and walk on with my head held high. No I didn’t expect it, no I didn’t see it coming. But God knew. 
I saw a new year.
 The fresh start we all look forward to every December. I made my list. I checked it twice…oops, sorry remnants of Christmas are still dancing in my head. Minus the sugarplums. Although I feel like if there were sugarplums involved, it would involve a jolly, old fat man, humming them like baseballs at my head. Anyway  I did digress. 
My God knows what’s coming. He knows what I don’t know right now. He knows when life throws a sucker punch or knocks over the blocks we have been so diligently stacking. 
Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. 
Viktor E. Frankl 

We cannot control others
Even though I have worked in the field of fitness almost forever (let’s not count the years) guiding others along the path of change I still am amazed of the one thing I know. Although we can influence others, ultimately they hold they key to their own door of choice. The way it swings open or closed. Whether it stays locked tight or invitingly ajar with a welcome sign. So instead of putting up my dukes and preparing to duke it out with this New Year, and before I go whimper into the corner I will tell you what I am going to do in light of this New Year plan to dethrone my hope, joy and enthusiasm.
The one thing we can control in any circumstance is our response in and to those circumstances. 
Sounds so easy.
But what when the choices of others impact you directly and negatively?
What when the choices of others harm you, or themselves and they refuse to do what is needful and necessary? 
What when you’ve made your plans, and they are wiped clear off the page?
Here’s what I’m doing:
I’m brushing myself off, and hitting the ground hard. Not running. But kneeling in prayer. 
I don’t know what is coming but I want to be as close as possible to the One who does know. I am hitting hard the Word of God.  I will not allow these temporary setbacks to squelch my priority of reading and reflecting on God’s Word. Those of you who have started new reading plans, I suggest you get your Armour on because the enemy will do all he can to cause you to bail on that 2013 Bible reading plan. If he hasn’t started yet, he will. Be prepared. If you want to make spiritual headway there is a host of forces who are hoping (and counting on ) you failing. (Stand firm- Ephesians 6). 
I recognize that God has something good in this situation. Despite the fact that it does not look good right now. I’m waiting for the blessing. I’m looking for it.
I know it is just around the corner.
And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
Romans 5:5

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom. 
Victor E. Frankl
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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?




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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! 

When War Wages

The Battle of Anghiari (1505) by  Leonard da Vinci  (Wikpedia)

What would it take to heal these wounds?
Truth.
Why can’t I speak it?
Afraid that truth will kill all love?
Does Truth kill Love?
Confrontation.
War wages.
Truth.
Love.
God is Love.
Jesus said, “I am the Way, the Truth, the Life…”
The Truth.
Jesus is God.
Is God love?
If God is love, and He is;
and Jesus is God, and He is;
and God is for me, not against me…
And. He. Is.
Then what remains?
Fight. Now. 
Fear?
God is Love. Jesus is God.
He loves me with a love that cannot die.
Is not afraid.
Tells me, “Fear not”.
He has not given me a spirit of fear.
Therefore I reject this lie.
I stand firm in Truth.
Him.
By His blood.
In His power.
When war wages, and fear rages against my soul…
I will stand firm.
I cling to Him, and fight with all my might.
Though the battle wages,
enemy relentlessly pursuing me-
He has already won and I am His
I cling to His victory-

Strawberry Roan

Mask or Armour?

Official UN- Invite to my Pity Party!
Please don’t come, but I am accepting gifts of PRAYER!
I will not pretend it has been a good day. I will not lie or wear happy face mask.
Today has been one of those days where you know the enemy is working overtime.
By the time I realize his handiwork I have already walked
into a few of his discouragement traps!
Have you ever found yourself ill prepared for the day?
Ever get sucker punched by Satan?
Well this chick fights back!
I will not have a pity party. I will not give into guilt.
I will stand on the Rock,
I will trust and wait upon the Lord. 
I will Armour UP!
Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 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. Therefore put on the full armor of God,

so that when the day of evil comes,
you may be able to stand your ground,
and after you have done everything,
to stand.

Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests.
With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.
 Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.

~Ephesians 6: 10-20

I’m Still Standing!
Oh, and guess what? I am giving thanks today in these YUCKY circumstances and am here to say-
even on my worst day I am still GRATEFUL to belong to the King of Kings!
He is faithful EVEN on the yucky days!
Special thank you to Cecelia at Following My King today for the sweet Bloggy award.
Pop on over and visit her site to check it out!
Wasn’t God thoughtful to lay it on her heart to give me my first Blog award on a YUCKY day?
That disqualifies it somewhat from being a completely YUCKY day!
Is yucky an actual word?
Have an UN-YUCKY day Friends!
The joy of the Lord is our strength,
Armour up and Fight With Me!
 

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