Faithfully Creative: Faith Filled Encouragement for Creatives

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.  For by it the elders obtained a good testimony. ~HEBREWS 11:1-2

Faith. It is the key component to being creative and walking in the gift of creativity.

When a singer opens her mouth to sing, she operates in faith that she will hit those soaring notes. When a painter applies paint to a canvas and manipulates the brush to form curves and strokes that will show the face of a man, it is done by faith. When a writer sets his fingers to the keyboard with the intention of weaving a story with words, it is done by faith.

Like a car needs fuel to drive, like a lamp needs electricity to provide light, so to do we need faith to achieve the fullness of our creativity.

The beauty of faith is that it is a gift, authored by our God, Father, and Creator, Jesus Christ. Hebrews 12:2 tells us that He is the author and finisher of our faith.

Anything the Lord does, He does perfectly and fully, exceedingly and abundantly, above all that we can think or ask (Ephesians 3:20-21.)

What this means is that we can have faith in the very faith that He has endowed us to create what He has placed upon our hearts to create. He has penned faith, perfect for you and your season and mission.

If you have a business in mind to start, if you want to begin a ministry, if you want to start a family, create in faith!

You have more than what you need to do so.

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion


Good Good Father: Musical Interlude

He is a Good GOOD FATHER! And we are loved by Him. His ways may not make sense as we face various struggles, pains, disappointments and trials, but Messiah Yeshua Jesus assured us in His Word that His thoughts for us ARE good and for us to be blessed. (Isaiah 55, focus on verses 8-13) (Jeremiah 29:11)

This day was the first time I heard this song. To His glory, it came on the cuffs of a prayer I was praying as I face various struggles and pains of my own life.

What has blessed my soul most in hearing this song is the fact that these are the very words He has been speaking to me since my growing pains began.

It is easy, in the face of confusion, to think we are not loved. But God’s word is true and doesn’t change. He never leaves us nor forsakes us and He loves us completely.

I am loved by Him, as you are loved by Him. I take comfort in that, like a child with a broken limb is told by their loving parent to allow that limb to be reset even though it is going to hurt. I take comfort in knowing that these fires are refining and ALL things will work for my good and His glory. (Romans 8:28)

Why? Because it has before. Why? Because He is a good GOOD Father. And I am loved by Him!

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion

We Will Declare!: Music Interlude

Praise the LORD, all you nations; extol Him, all you peoples, for great is His steadfast love toward us; the faithfulness of the LORD endures forever. Hallelujah.” ~Psalm 117:1-2

From the rhythm to the words, this song of adoration and celebration of the Glory of the True and Living God, Yeshua Jesus, has blessed my soul since first I heard it. It turns my heart immediately to His joy and celebration, moving my lips to smile, my voice to raise and my hands to lift in worship, reminding me of how SWEET and WORTHY HE truly is! I pray that it will do the same for you!

~Poiema, Poetry In Motion

This One Thing: Music Interlude and Word of Faith

Ecclesiasties 1:14;12:13  “I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind…The end of the matter, all having been heard: fear God, and keep His commandments; for this is the whole man.”

The book of Ecclesiastes was inspired by the Living Spirit of God and written by not only the wisest man to ever live, but the wealthiest man of all creation; King Solomon. In his lifetime, he had tasted of every indulgence he could, wealth was in abundance, of woman he did not lack. There was nothing under the sun that was denied him.

And yet, after running around the mountain of indulgence and want, whether of Godly pursuit or in the attempt to appease the longings of his own flesh and desires; he came to the simple and yet profound conclusion, that nothing, NOTHING else was of true value, all was as chasing the wind, except loving God.

The word “fear” used in the scripture in regard to the Holy God of creation, is not that of being afraid and cowering, but one of awe and reverence. To be totally stricken silent by the glorious wonder of the One you are beholding. At the end of it all, King Solomon had found his One thing. God was his one thing.

Some may be thinking, “Well, that’s all well and good for him, but I live in the real world and I have real problems and cares.” So did Solomon. Whether at your greatest height or your lowest low, there is nothing so sweet as the embrace of Yeshua Jesus but you can only experience that by giving Him permission to take you in His arms.

Yeshua Jesus longs to love you and be loved by you. He died for you as His greatest expression of His love because YOU are HIS ONE THING.

Romans 5:8 But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

I encourage you to listen to the song again, read the words and maybe even sing along. Allow yourself to be enraptured with the truth that you are His One thing and His desire is to be close to you. And allow Him to be your One thing, for in Him are all things and you will lack for no good thing! (Matthew 6:24-34)

Revelation 3:20 “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.”

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion

The Secret of the Stars: A Quote And Message

No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new discovery for the human spirit.” ~Helen Keller

The only ingredients that you need to fail in this life are Fear, Doubt, and Pessimism. All three of these are the poison that sap out our creative power and imagination.

When Yeshua Jesus created the heavens and the earth, He did so by speaking. He spoke from His imagination. Proverbs 23:7 says as a man thinks in his heart, so is he. Proverbs further goes on to warn us that we will live by the fruit of our lips and above all else, to guard our hearts for out of it flows the source of our lives. (PROVERBS 12:14, PROVERBS 18:21, PROVERBS 4:23)

When our hearts are filled with pessimism and doubt, we speak with negativity and bring forth the fruits of failure. But when we speak with faith, when we allow ourselves to dream, imagine, and do by faith, we are giving life to victory. We are positioning ourselves to conquer!

Yeshua Jesus also tells us that we can do all things through Him and that nothing is impossible to him who believes! He said according to your faith, be it unto you! (PHILIPPIANS 4:13, MARK 9:23, MARK 9:29)

What are you believing? What are you saying about yourself? There are no limits to them who believe. Nowhere in God’s word does he say “you can’t” but he does say that “you can!” What is your dream? Go and make it a reality. Slay your giants, for they will come, but remember you are more than a conqueror because you have faith and believe! Genesis 11:6, Matthew 17:20.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

The Case: Short Story Monday’s Muse Results from November 2nd 2015

Thursday has rolled upon us with a lovely encore of what it meant to be summer! Its 74F here with a gentle breeze and mostly blue skies. I cannot complain. On to our task. Monday's Muse results time. I hope you enjoy what I have come up with. To view the original prompt,and maybe even give it a shot, please do so by clicking Here.


The Case

“After all these years, all the searching and money spent, she finally had the case in hand. Why then, with the locks unlatched, was fear preventing her from opening it?” She silently berated herself, calling herself the old names that the others used to call her, before cupping her numbing lips with her own trembling hands.

She was over that, over them, over the years of ridicule. She had made herself into a champion with the help of no one. Everyone who mocked her was now beneath her.

She huffed with a sardonic laugh. She could literally buy and sell them three times over and still have enough disposable income to spend her summer in Barbados.

Yet somehow, no matter how much money she had made, no matter how many ladders she had climbed and then burned behind her so no one else could follow-or survive their fall as she tossed them down for that matter-she still couldn’t pay the devil enough to keep him from mocking her or forcing her to sing the words of his song.

“You are nothing. You are the daughter of a john and a harlot. No matter how much you wash you will always be filthy trash.” 

She shuddered and slapped the lid of the case with her hand. Angry tears caused the dusty leather to brighten with a rich reddish hue, it reminded her of…blood, His blood. Again she covered her mouth but this time stepped away from the case.

She had so desperately wanted to know. She wanted to know the truth of who she was, who she really was beyond the labels, beyond the lies, beyond the devil’s wicked song.

“You are redeemed and purchased with a price, the precious atoning blood of Jesus.”  Beau’s words rang in her ears like the sweetest bell and the memory of his radiant smile made her do a cringing turn in shame, turning her away from her past and her shame. Beau had encouraged her after having found her in a vulnerable state. The warmth in his liquid brown eyes had drawn out confessions of her soul, intimate things she had never told a single person…not on this side of her life.

But she had told Beau, she told him everything, and he listened. He led her to Christ that day, led her back to Him was more the truth. She’d become the prodigal daughter who’d taken everything from her Father only to waste it. Except she hadn’t wasted her hard-gained wealth. She had simply wasted herself in anger and bitterness.

Beau had made her feel vulnerable, like the little girl, daughter of the john and the harlot, the little girl’s whose life and identity was piled up in an old suit case covered in dust, the truth of who she was, her shame. But the tear that had made the leather look like blood reminded her of more Beau had said.

“The Mercy Seat was covered with blood which sat above the Ark of the Covenant. The seat was covered in blood so that the Letter of the Laws, perfect as they were, so perfect they could not bend in mercy towards us but could only condemn us, point out our debt and sin, was also covered so that when a Holy God looked down upon the Ark, He didn’t see the perfect law and our imperfection, He saw the Blood that atoned for our imperfection.” Beau clasped her hand. “When you gave your life to Christ, His blood covered everything against you, passed, present and future. His blood covers you. When God the Father see’s you now, all He see’s is His lovely daughter, redeemed by His precious Son’s blood and mercy, saved by Grace through Faith. Case closed.” 

She’d taken Beau’s words, taken the truth and within a week’s time allowed the devil’s tune to turn her heart cold, colder. She’d planned to fire Beau. Now she stood in front of her past, staring at her tears that reminded her of the blood upon the mercy seat and all she could do was think of Him and think of Beau. She’d been thinking of either of them.

Throwing caution to the wind she dialed Beau’s number on her mobile phone. He answered after the third ring. “Hello, Beau. It’s me. I need your assistance with a case, I need you to help me close it for good. Thank you. God-God bless you, Beau.”


As always, I am very surprised at the direction this story chose to take. I did not see this as being a story of redemption and the perfect work of Yeshua Jesus, but that is what it was, is. What blesses me most to say, and having already said in the story is that His redemption of us is final. Nothing can change that, but even when we are redeemed and wholly excepted by God, we still need to allow time for His healing. Sometimes this is instant and other times it takes time. Furthermore, we need the help of others to help us on our journey. We weren’t designed to go it alone. I hope this tale has blessed you, and if you have any questions regarding faith in Yeshua Jesus please feel free to ask!


When Creation Worships: A Moment of Pause and Praise


The sound of crickets through my window at night reminds me of the constant heart of God. The heavens declare His glory and even nature sings a chorus of praise. (Psalm 148)

As we are awake, our mouths and hearts sing to His loveliness. But as we rest, those who we deem small, begin to sing a song all their own, for even nature knows the love and care of God.

Yeshua Jesus is altogether lovely. Even when tears blur our eyes, or pain bruises our hearts, the worship of Him not only delights Him, but brings healing and peace to us.

Take a listen to these two videos. The first is a shorter version with an explanation of how the cricket song came to be, the second is a longer video just filled with natures chorus in worship.

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion

Little, Yet Fierce: A Quote 3 Quotes Challenge!

Though she be but little, she is fierce.” ~William Shakespeare


Hello all! I have been nominated by Marje of Kyrosmagica blog to participate in the “3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge.” First, I would like to thank her for this opportunity as I am given to the love of quotes, and always happy to share them.

So why this quote? Although I am not a reader of Shakespeare, and could not tell you from which play this quote comes, or of who or what he was referring, I still find such magic and an evocation of power in the words.

“…if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20

The first thing that came to mind (apart from my self 😉 ) was the thought of a mustard seed and how Yeshua Jesus references its size to all other seeds, but draws attention to the power, glory and possibility that lies within the tiny husk.

The Savior likens the Kingdom of Heaven to a mustard seed. The contradiction just makes me smile, to compare something infinite, grand and eternal, to something so seemingly insignificant, small and powerless.

Speaking about FAITH,  He says that all we need to have is faith the size of a mustard seed and we could speak to any mountain and it would be moved into the depths of the sea. He says that even though the mustard seed is the tiniest of her kind, she produces the largest of trees (in comparison to other garden plants,) one in which birds take shelter.

“He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. And this is smaller than all other seeds, but when it is full grown, it is larger than the garden plants and becomes a tree, so that THE BIRDS OF THE AIR come and NEST IN ITS BRANCHES.” Matthew 13:31,32

Such a tiny seed filled with such greatness that others are able to find comfort in its roots.

Our dreams, our passions, our faith and hope, boasts such immeasurable possibility and infinite strength. All we need do is put the “seed” in the ground and have faith that it will grow.

No matter your dream or vision, no matter how tiny she my seem, remember she is FIERCE, though she be but little. Great things come int tiny packages. Have faith.


  1. Give thanks to the person who nominated you with a link to their blog. 
  2. Publish 3 quotes on 3 consecutive days in your blog. It can be your own, or from a book, movie or from anyone who inspires you.
  3. Nominate 3 more bloggers to carry on this endeavor.

Here are my Nominees

Due check out their blogs and as if I need to say it, FOLLOW THEM!


Trees: A Sketch & Meditation

Gnarly Trees

It has been a long while since I have sat down and drawn something out of nature. It has been a few weeks since I have drawn something at all, and I found that more than my fingers were itching to create visually, but also my heart.

Change groans for new creation.

I have always had an affinity for trees and their form, especially how they relate to us as humankind. Trees dance like we do. They go through seasons of change, but even in their barren seasons they continue to hold strong their roots because they recognize spring will come again. Their glory will come again.

There is so much we can learn from them, lessons of life, faith, love, new beginnings, growth and fortitude.

Job 14:7-9  For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.”*

At the scent of the Living Waters from Heaven, the Holy Spirit, given through faith in Christ Jesus, we too can live again. There is hope for us as well.

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion

*Scripture taken fro the KJV bible

I Promise: A Short Story #Blogbattle Week 22

Today is Blogbattle Tuesday. I feel as if my words are whispers today, even those that come from my fingertips and keyboard, so I will let them be few. This week's keyword is "TIME." To read more entries by blog battlers, and the creator of the Blog Battles, Rachael Ritchey, please click HERE.

I Promise

“They’ll be safe here, I promise.” His smile bloomed like the radiant sun coming from behind a cloud, and with the same tenderness, it warmed her face, and bathed her heart with gladness.

She exhaled, and hoped that the worry lines would ease from between her brow even if she couldn’t stop the fluttering that tickled beneath her chest. It was hard to leave them there. She had done this before so many years ago, but then…

Reading her thoughts, His gaze turned tender, His scarred hand kissed the crown of her head before sliding down to cup her cheek. The feel of it washed through her like a gentle summer wind. He whispered again, “I promise.” And the storm within her ceased.

She dared to gaze back upon them, the tiny, fragile seedlings that she had planted with hope within this heavenly soil. It was excellent soil, He had told her, and the words bubbled with in her belly as if they were a child come to life in her womb. It made her giggle as if she were but a child herself.

She couldn’t understand it, her heart, this sudden joy, after all the pain and storms, and then suddenly with seeds she had not aimed to plant, not so soon and not in this ground, did she find herself breathing again with hopeful expectation.

But last time, those many years ago, she had planted similar seeds, oh but they were different. She had tilled them with such adamant care, and focus, that her sight had blurred and she hadn’t noticed that their roots had been gnawed away.

No, the saplings were sick from the beginning, and no amount of water could cure them for they refused to take in the light. They didn’t want to thrive in her ground. They didn’t want to be.

It wasn’t her fault, not then, and she never would be made to shoulder the blame.

Now she was beginning anew. And although the thought exhilarated her with fire and joy, she was still hesitant, even as she dropped the new seeds into the ground. “It will be different this time?” She asked, clutching His hand, feeling the warn scars that were His signature of truth. He could be trusted. He had carried her for so long. He had brought her here.

“It will be different, better, far better than you can imagine.” He swept the air with an arching arm and a rainbow bloomed upon the dew and light. He said, smiling again with more warmth. “Just give it time. I promise.” With that He took her hand and led her by the still waters where He refreshed her soul and made her to rest.