In A Field

I awake in a bit of a fog, only slightly aware of the telephone ringing.  We got in late last night.  Long past our bedtime.  I can hear my father in the kitchen, his muffled conversation floating upstairs to my room.  It's just before 8.  We've slept in.  I'll have to rush to get ready for school this morning.  My father slowly climbs the stairs and I turn to see him enter my bedroom.  He is tired and carries a strange expression on his face.  He reaches my bedside and takes a seat.  He isn't looking at me, but out my bedroom window to the hillside and winding road.  When he faces me again tears have formed in his eyes.  He covers my hand with his and tells me my mother is gone.  His words get lost in a sudden release of grief.  I turn my head into my pillow, tears flowing.  I'm not completely certain of what he's said, I'm hoping I've misunderstood, but know...

Pen on the page.  Spelling out details of a life in words.  Pain, endurance, joy and faith mingled together to form life from clay.  I am alive when I write.  You have compelled me to express that which I cannot contain.  Words spring to life.  Lining up in verse and prose.  Molding into something indentifiable and good. My hand cannot keep up to the thoughts popping into my mind.  I scurry to write, afraid I will be too late in getting them pinpointed in black and white. I've written a thousand novels and works of literature.  Tales of secrets I'd rather not share.  Broken promises and regrets.  I tend not to linger here, afraid to give too much time to those things I have let fall behind.  But I know it's only because of these things that I can truly see the value of the Good, the Blessing and the Hope. ~*~ As long as I can remember I have journalled.  When I was in grade 7 I kept a detailed one of ...

to be known and knowing. vulnerable, and afraid. i am my story and so much more. a sudden need to be heard, to be loved. to be accepted. unmasked.  

So don't you see that we don't owe this old do-it-yourself life one red cent. There's nothing in it for us, nothing at all. The best thing to do is give it a decent burial and get on with your new life . God's Spirit beckons. There are things to do and places to go! Romans 8:12-14 The Message I Am... God’s beloved child (Jn 1:12:   Eph 1:5) Christ’s dear friend (Jn 15:15) Declared righteous, holy and blameless (Rom. 5:1; Eph 1:4) Free from condemnation (Rom 8:1; Col 2:14-16) United with Christ, “one spirit” with Christ   (I Cor 6:17; Eph 5:31) A member of Christ’s body (I Cor 6:15/ 12:27) The Temple of God (I Cor 6:19)1 Filled with the “fullness of God” (Eph 3:19) Blessed with every spiritual blessing (Eph 1:3) Bought with an infinite price and forgiven (I Cor 6: 20; Eph 1:7; Col 1:14) Bathed with wisdom and understanding (Eph 1:8) The recipient of an eternal, infinitely rich, inheritance (Eph 1:11, 1...

I am... Indwelled by a fearless Spirit. For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love and self-discipline. 2 Timothy 1:7

I am... Hid in Christ in heavenly realms.  Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your sights on the realities of heaven, where Christ sits in the place of honor at God's right hand.  Think about the things of heaven, not the things of earth.  For you died to this life, and your real life is hidden with Christ in God.  And when Christ, who is your life, is revealed to the whole world, you will share in all his glory.  Colossians 3:1-4

I am... A co-worker with God. For we are both God's workers. And you are God's field. You are God's building. 1 Corinthians 3:9

The thoughts run through my mind, faster than I can catch them.      Torn,                                                                   broken,                                    wilted,                                                ...

I am... One who knows Satan is a disarmed laughing stock. He canceled the record of the charges against us and took it away by nailing it to the cross.  In this way, he disarmed the spiritual rulers and authorities. He shamed them publicly by his victory over them on the cross. Colossians 2:14-15

I am... A citizen of heaven. But we are citizens of heaven, where the Lord Jesus Christ lives. And we are eagerly waiting for him to return as our Savior. Philippians 3:20