Jesus or the World?

Bleeding Heart of Love
Bleeding Heart of Love

As a Christian disciple of Jesus Christ, I must make a choice every day. Do I choose to follow God’s Way or do I choose the world’s way? This challenge demands my daily commitment to reject the worldly allure of success that deceives and misleads. It takes humility and trust to follow Christ’s Way, and these holy gifts are given by the Spirit, growing the faith needed to believe in the Grace of Jesus. When loud, angry voices attempt to demean Christians who speak and live their faith, my choice becomes easier to make. I choose the love and forgiveness given by Jesus Christ rather than the hate and judgments given by the world.

Rise Up

I asked You to build me up     

          Instead You took me down

So I decided to build myself up

You painfully took me down again

          Breaking apart all the pride within.

 

Tiny pieces floating around, trying to reassemble

          I don’t want to be forced down

          Scratching, clawing, struggling

To go to the very top of acceptance

          That this world claims is gold.

         

Oh, how I want to be loved by the world

          Yet, You’re my precious pearl

          Take me down, Lord

As painful as it is

          There’s nothing I want more

          Than to live in pure peacefulness.

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Never Give Up; Never Give In

Hope in healing
Hope in healing

Depression and hope are opposing forces that can be balanced with a commitment to never give up and never give in, filling the heart with sorrow and joy. The sorrow comes when relationships are difficult, and joy comes when relationships are enduring. However, living with the personality of depression encourages the acceptance of ‘blame’ for relationship problems, which can lead to self-loathing and broken friendships. Still, healing choices must be made and both sorrow and joy are the result. Deciding to leave a toxic relationship or stay in it takes courage, and whatever the decision, self-worth must remain intact. For those of us who live with depression, finding self-love is a daily pursuit. Never give up and never give in, no matter what the voices say.

Unapproachable You

You’re unapproachable, don’t you know

Your transparent anger keeps others away

Offended by everything, you turn and go

Unwilling to fight for a friend and stay.

You think you must be liked for who you are

High in the universe, you refuse to beg

Believing you have already gone too far

Standing alone, there’s much you’ve said.

You speak the truth, with all its pain

Death and decay created by life and growth

Completely alone, you drown in the rain

Consumed by the evil you so deeply loathe.

Perfection is your desire for everyone else

For yourself you want respect for your faults

You live life wanting it fueled by generous wealth

And poverty rules with your daily serving of loss.

Depression has become your loyal best friend

Always there for as long as you can remember

Everyone smiles even when your friendships end

Because deep emotions are too much of a bother.

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Self-discovery with Self-love

Mystery and Discovery
Mystery and Discovery

Everything should be embraced as a journey; to find gratitude in pain is to find oneself following through while facing fears. To keep on keeping on until the lesson is learned and growth has bloomed, with the simplicity of every moment that should be shared in truth. Truth to oneself, truth in faith, even when feeling unheard and alone. We can’t give up for the triumph is always near. As there is beauty in the dark, there is beauty in the light:) Self-discovery with self-love is the journey.

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Shy away, shy away phantom.

Run away, run away shadow.

Tear away, tear away blind sides.

Drive away, drive away, and test the time.

Burn away, and watch the ashes rise.

Rise above, out of the smoke, through to the other side.

Search, crawl, yearn, walk, and continue to yearn…abide.

 

Black as night, night you find.

Chains that shackle your thoughts in mind.

Dew is dawn and dawn be still.

After evermore, another altered fill.

 

Shy away, shy away phantom.

Run away, run away shadow.

Tear away, tear away blind sides.

 

The brightest star that’s seen;

Watch it burn and watch it shine.

Feel the burn, the burn inside.

In the pain, embrace that flame,

And shine it all the way.

Touch the rain, and thirst the beauty of all its gain

Kiss the night, for the night turns to day.

Watch that star as it lights the way.

 

Drive away, drive away, and test the time.

Burn away, and watch the ashes rise.

Rise above, out of the smoke, through to the other side.

Search, crawl, yearn, walk, and continue to yearn…abide

Endure the now in time.

~Kacie Bennett: Contributing Poet

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The Tree In Me

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on the trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. -Martin Luther
God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on the trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. -Martin Luther

 

As a child, I loved to climb a tree and feel its protective strength. As an adult, I love to sit beneath a tree and listen to the silently wise message it speaks.

The Tree in Me

I love the trees

Nurturing comfort they bring

Whenever I sit beneath

Their fluttering calming leaves.

They speak to me quietly

I love their gentle way

Whispering wind through their branches

Crack and sway with thoughtful creaks. 

Oh! How I love the trees

So spiritual, strong, and faithful

Reaching for the life-giving light

Protecting the saplings below. 

So much more than that

They give me all I need

Food, shelter, the very air I breathe

Giving so much and so little to take. 

In this relationship, person and tree

I take and take, you give and give

But then you ask me so sweetly

“Please, will you help me to live?”

By Kristin  A. Ball

Planting trees is a simple way to make a big difference for our environment and for growing our future. Check out Arbor Day Foundation for great resources and guidance in renewing our trees so they will live on and on and on.

 

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Numbers Perplex

Now that’s bemusing!

Numbers are infinite. I remember learning this in school and being amazed by this mind-blowing concept. As a poet, I contemplate the mysteries of life, and to me, numbers are a forgotten puzzle, because we’ve become comfortable with them. I wrote the following poem to express the awe I see in numbers and to encourage all of us to reflect on the wonder of the number!

Numbers

One, Two, Three, Four

What comes next?

Can you count some more? 

Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Keep on going

You’re doing great! 

Nine, Ten…Isn’t that the end?

No, numbers are forever,

Do you have a few minutes to spend? 

Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen,

Keep on counting,

Do you see the pattern forming? 

Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen,

Numbers are a mystery,

Like imaginary ones, which can’t be seen. 

Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-one, Twenty-two

Where do numbers come from?

The Creator of everything, it’s true! 

Twenty-three, Twenty-four, Twenty-five, Twenty-six

God is the real maker!

Creator of numbers and all that exists. 

Twenty-seven, Twenty-eight, Twenty-nine, Thirty

You can count for years and years,

And numbers will never reach the end of eternity. 

Thirty-one, Thirty-two, Thirty-Three, Thirty-four

Just follow the pattern  

And you will count forevermore.

I Say It’s My Birthday!

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I plan to eat my birthday cake like I’m one year old!

Today is my birthday, and it’s true, I’m getting older. Forty-nine and feeling fine? Sure, but I don’t feel as ‘fine’ as I did in my younger years. Yes, it’s a ‘happy’ day, but at the same time, it is ‘sad’ because time goes by so quickly, and many memories may hold some regrets.

Today is my birthday, and I’m grateful for getting older. The following birthday poem I wrote for my sister many years ago, and I wanted to share it today because it speaks to me. I’m joyful yet sorrowful for this awesome gift to celebrate another birthday anniversary.

Birthday Anniversary

Each year our birthday forces us to grow
Into the person whom we have yet to know
With circumstances that hopefully have made us wise
When we learn from our multitude of mistakes and tries.

To take a long look at these years gone past
To really reflect on how time travels fast
To know that every day that each of us lives
Is a great gift from God that He lovingly gives.

So as you celebrate another passing year again
On this day that marks the beginning of the moment when
You entered this world for a purposeful plan
Just remember your worth doesn’t come from man.

Your worth comes from our Creator who made you unique
Who gave you knowledge and words to speak
Who doesn’t care about a past success or failure
But only cares about your heart that His presence makes pure.

False paths, lost dreams, wrong choices, it’s true
Fills your past as well as everyone else’s, too
There may be those lost memories that hinder your day
But with God in your mind the regrets soon melt away.

Cherish this day and who you’re growing to be
This special person that all of us already see
Embrace this coming year and live each day anew
By becoming the excellent one God created in you. 

 

Simple Joy

Mmmm, Cookies!
Mmmm, Cookies!

It’s amazing the simple joy a delicious cookie can bring to a melancholy heart. It is true that comfort foods can help ease the pain during times of sorrow, and for me, cookies are at the top of the list. A few years ago, I wrote the following poem after baking and sharing Christmas cookies (Betty Crocker cookie recipes). As I live the early days of this new year, I want to make every day a time to share the simple joys of life. Today, I savored a few shortbread cookies with my husband, and it made me smile.

Cookies!

Cookies! Cookies!

They are so good!

So have a cookie

(or two)

I wish you would.

Take a napkin and

Place the cookie atop

You can eat it on the go

With no need to stop.

Cookies! Cookies!

Are so much more

Than a sweet, circular treat

Filled with goodness galore!

Cookies! Cookies!

Are made with love,

No beginning or end

Like God above!

Enjoy your cookie

It is so good,

Please take it with you

I wish you would!