Courage Through Peace: Faith for Creatives

And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, “Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. “Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.…” ~MATTHEW 18:2-4

Often times in our lives, no matter our age, no matter our victories or triumphs, we find ourselves in a place of uncertainty. Forces in the atmosphere have a way of coming at us out of nowhere, with the sole design to catch us off guard and to knock us off our axis.

I thank Christ Jesus for His Word, that He instructs us to have child-like faith because as His child I have no need of shame when I come to Him for affirmation. A child, no matter their age, is always welcome into their Father’s arms. And it is in those instances when we lift our hands to Him and allow Him to draw us up into the safety of His arms that our courage renews.

We come to Him as children, rest in the gentleness of the Lamb, and are empowered by the Lion of Judah. For in our weakness HE is strong in Power. (II Corinthians 12:9)

I can’t tell you how beautiful it is to find courage through His peace. That is something that you have to experience all on your own.

Be encouraged, no matter what. The Great I AM is HERE and He loves you! If you feel troubled, if you have lost your peace, let Him be I AM.

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion

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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

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.

THE END

Letting Go: A Music Interlude For Healing

You’ve brought me to the end of myself. This has been the longest road. And when my ‘hallelujah’ was tired, you gave me a new song. Now I’m letting go…”

If my flesh were to be cut open and my veins to flow freely until they ran dry, the words and supplication of this song would be heard, crying out from the very source of my life. I thank Yeshua Jesus that although it hurts, although it means a new direction, although it means taking time to learn the “me” I forgot and the “me” He is transforming out of what is left of me, I can let go…

You remind me Of things forgotten. You unwind me Until I’m totally undone, And with Your arms around me Fear was no match for Your love. Now You’ve won me…”

~Poiema, Poetry in Motion

Poetry in Motion: How God Sees His Children

I created a blog posting a while back touching on this subject and truth, but I can’t seem to remember what it was titled. Rats!

In short, I argued that God sees us as His masterpieces, His precious works of art. And accepting that truth enables us to see ourselves in 14123466959uqc3such a different light. In John 17:23 Yeshua Jesus prays to the Father that WE, His children would recognize and KNOW that God the Father loves us just as God the Father loves and sees Yeshua Jesus.

God the Father sees His Son as Perfect, Blameless, Beloved, Righteous, Well Pleasing, Delighted In. WELCOME! And this is how He sees those of us who trust in Yeshua Jesus’ Beloved Name, not because of our works or grand efforts, lest any man should boast, (Ephesians 2:8-9) but because of our faith in the finish work of His Son for us on the Cross.

This afternoon I was reminded of that message as I sat listening to a teaching by Pastor Joseph Prince. The scripture says:

Ephesians 2:10 For we are His workmanship (Poiema), created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.”

The Greek word used for “Workmanship” is actually “Poiema,” from which we get the English word “Poem, Poetry.”

As Pastor Prince asked, so too I ask? What evokes us to write poems, poetry and song? Is it not romance and delight, longing and love, perfected attention upon someone or something near and dear to us?

Poiema: Greek Word from which we get the English word Poem, Poetry. This is what you are to God, Poetry in motion!

God has created us through Christ, with an undeniable love and devotion. We are His Poiema, His poetry in motion. We are created poetry for good works, as in, it is not a good work we have done that has made us the poetry. We are first the work of devotion and love, and this work of us and in us is shared with others to further evoke more devotion and love!

Poem: Something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty.”

How brilliant is that? How awesome and lovely! You are beautiful to God, fearfully and wonderfully made! (Psalm 139:13-15)

My prayer is that we all begin to see ourselves this way, the way we truly are, the way Jesus Christ sees us. That we will love ourselves and cherish ourselves as sacred in His eyes and care, and treat others with the same awe and respect.

Thank you for allowing me to share this word with you!

Blessings! Poiema

*Definition for Poem, taken from Google dictionary resources.

No Greater Love…:Recognizing Pain Doesn’t Negate God’s Love

When I created this blog, I created it based off of a new light I had discovered within my soul while traveling through Europe. The thing about that light was that it had been there all the while, I had just…misplaced it.5073813653_606590401b

Since allowing myself to yield and to grow, and allow that light to truly shine, that light has shone itself, not only in my art but in my faith.

Within my faith and walk with Christ, I have come to a place where all I want is His glory. All I want to know is Him and Him crucified (I Corinthians 2:2) and what that means for ALL of us.

All I want to know, all I want others to know is that His love and His grace is His TRUTH is more than enough…even, no, ESPECIALLY when it hurts!

But just like that light within me, the one I discovered on my journey, the one I had to let shine, so too must I allow Christ to shine they way HE sees best in me.

I have to trust His love in this.

Part of this growth in Him, actually, a very GREAT part of this growth in Him is contingent upon being wounded, broken to be mended. The thing of it is, we are already broken, but we just don’t know it. HE wants to heal the brokenness.

When a patient undergoes surgery, they go in knowing that the hardest part of that surgery is the recovery. The recovery, the regeneration of nerves and tissue, bone, will cause a great deal of pain.

But it is worth it…

I wonder why so many of us are willing to trust the surgeon who is just a man, but not the Creator of Man, when He comes with His scalpel.

There is a quote I once heard that goes:

The problem with living sacrifices is that they keep getting off the altar.”

When the fire gets hot, when the pain gets intense, when we are the only one on the operation table in God’s operating room, we tend to balk and seek retreat. We question God’s love for us.

No one likes pain. He, Yeshua Jesus, endured our pains for us because He didn’t want us to go it alone. He bore our sickness so that we could be healed (Isaiah 53.) So when He comes to heal, and it hurts, we have to trust it is for our good because HE is not just wounding but repairing something that was already broken.

I am notorious for the balking, sliding away from the pain…the loneliness that comes with it. Its no fun but I have to trust His love even through these storms.

I hear His voice telling me to keep my eyes on Him during these times, and sometimes that is akin to being in a hurricane but straining to look through the peep hole of a door. But then this is why we walk by faith and not by sight. Our spiritual eyes don’t see the storm, they see the Savior and His Salvation.

One of the scriptures that He has graciously placed upon my heart is ROMANS 12:12

Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.” 

The only way to do this, sincerely, is to keep one’s eyes on the One Who calms the storms.

How can we rejoice in hope? We can do this by reminding ourselves that He loves us and He is faithful to do what He said.

How can we be patient in tribulation? By trusting that He is in it with us and He is in control, knowing always or footsteps are ordered. Tribulation is a road not a destination. 

How can we be constant in prayer? We can be constant in prayer because when know one else is willing to listen, Yeshua Jesus is. His Word says:

1 Peter 5:6-7 “Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty Hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting ALL your care upon Him, for HE CARES FOR YOU.”

He cares for us…He cares for me…He loves me even when it hurts, even when I am confused, even when I feel lost or left out, or alone, He loves me. And He will never leave nor forsake me. (Deuteronomy 31:6, Hebrews 13:5)

I thank you for allowing me to share my journey here. I am still walking through. More so being cared by the Loving Father.

I share this song with you, as He also puts songs in my heart. This one is by Fred Hammond called “No Greater Love.” Take the time and listen to it and make it personal. Let it minister to your need. Let your soul take joy in knowing and remembering HE LOVES YOU!

Cheers!

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Loneliness: Sharpest Tool for Honing Clarity

For a moment there, I thought about getting all philosophical about this topic, putting together a whole lot of fancy words, name dropping famous people you most likely learned about (and then forgot about) while striving towards your Bachelor’s degree…

But then I thought, what for?

You don’t have to go to school, gain loads of debt (if you didn’t have scholarships) to dance with loneliness.

Loneliness is like a pimple, NOBODY wants them, but EVERYBODY gets them every now and again.

(You can insert my lonely sigh right HERE.) So, anyway, I recently had a birthday, turning 33 years of age. Like all of my birthdays, unless I have planned some 1391647885yh5p4shindig of excitement, the day goes by with very little fanfare.

No, its not that I am unloved. Its just that my birthday is on the 5th of July which means my family views the 4th as a 2 for 1 kind of deal. Because the USA is having a birthday party with fireworks, I get the shaft, they say the cake is for me.

I even had to argue with my 5 year old niece about when my birthday actually was. Her response, “Actually, (said slowly in case I couldn’t understand) your birthday is today.”

Now, this is not my reason for loneliness. My loneliness came as a result of all the change and separation that has been taking place in my life.

Just last week (among other things that have happened) a friend I have known since I was 13, packed up with her husband and kids and moved out of state.

We knew this day was coming, and in my mind I thought, “Well, she lives only a few miles away now and I hardly get to see her, so it won’t be that different.”

Boy was I wrong. I can feel the distance…and in feeling that distance I begin to look around and realize my once full room has slowly emptied.

Where was I when this was taking place? Why am I noticing it now?

Clarity.

When the proverbial room is full, the windows are blocked, but when there is nothing occupying the space but you alone, there is a lot of light shining in. You finally get to see what is really going on around you, inside of you.

In all of this, in my bouts with wanting to cry for missing my home girl, in my realizing I now more than ever would like to settle down (This I have long surrendered to the King of my heart, Yeshua Jesus, as He orders my steps) in me taking the time to admit I don’t want to do things just because I can, I find myself lonely of company, lonely of ideas, lonely of sound…lonely of comfort.

It hurts…but out of pain comes beauty and new purpose. This is the gift of Clarity. When you trust God with your life, you have to trust that even these times, these moments, these tears are for a greater purpose. Sometimes He has to bring us to empty to fill us up with newness. He does give beauty for ashes (Isaiah 61:3)

That room, that empty room I see in my head, its not ugly, it is clean, and fresh and waiting to be filled. But I have to allow my heart to own (And I mean really own) the need for the filling.

33 has purchased me clarity. It has brought me to the precipice of change, birthed out of the reality of need…the need grown out of loneliness. One does not pray for things that one does not recognize are missing.

But if there is nothing else that I can give thanks for in all of this, I have to give thanks in knowing that my Savior walks along in this with me.

*Psalm 139:1-18 

1You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. 2You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. 3You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. 4Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. 5You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. 6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. 7Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? 8If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. 9If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, 10even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. 11If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” 12even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. 13For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. 17How precious to me are your thoughts,a God! How vast is the sum of them! 18Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you.”

Yeshua Jesus  has brought me to this lonely place of Clarity to show me the changes He intends to make. I have come to believe that Jesus shows us things in our lives because He wants us to partner with Him in the change He is bringing.

He has brought me here to remind me that He makes all things new. He does this for all of those who call upon His Name. He brought me to this lonely place to remind me that HE loves me best and He loves me most and no matter how empty the room my seem, I am never alone, and He does intend to fill it!

Praise be to His Holy Name!

*Psalm taken from http://www.Biblehub.com

I pray my journey here has encouraged you even a little bit. I hope, I hope, I hope. Keep smiling friends 🙂

Cheers!

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Little Words: Thoughts On Doing Very Little, But Gaining So Much

Last week I started off at the shot of a race official’s gun. I hit the creative pavement with my head down and my legs and arms pumping the wind, only to lift my face up with a smile that reached clear to my eyes, arms outstretched as I triumphantly crossed the finished line called “Friday.”

My fingertips burned on fire with all the creative words and translated imagination that came forth via my keyboard. I felt, I feel so good about what took place. (I will share more about that in another post.)

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But as Saturday night ebbed into Sunday and Sunday of this week slid gently into Monday, I found myself not so much prepping for a new race, but veering away from the racer’s track and into a field of flowers.

I have been pleasantly distracted.

I must say, that I am not unlike most people, sometimes finding it hard to maintain happiness, but I can say that through the unmerited Grace and Favor of God through trusting faith in Messiah Yeshua (Jesus Christ) I have an overflowing joy that just leads me into smiling…just because.

I do struggle with ambition. I love honest work and reaping the rewards of that, sometimes so much so that I will measure the success of a day by how much I was able to cram into it. This is not good by the way. It robes the glory of a good moment.

Focusing on my writing, finally aiming my arrows towards the targets lining this path is not so easy with my ambitious ways being considered.

Sure, I can measure word count, but words unpublished and unpurshased do not for a healthy bank account make. So in these moments of repose, smelling the flowers that have grown along the path of my “doing,” I do at times find myself accosted by the thought of lost time, lost provisions, as I sit and do…nothing.

It is in these moments that my Loving Heavenly Father reminds me that it is indeed well with my soul, and that appreciating HIS work is often reward enough. It takes time to pause. It takes effort. (Check out this post on being still for last year by clicking HERE, you might like it.)

It also takes faith, and I cling to that as I meditate on His Words:

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon. Unless the LORD builds the house, They labor in vain who build it; Unless the LORD guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain. 2It is vain for you to rise up early, To retire late, To eat the bread of painful labors; For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.” ~Psalm 127:1,2

God is so gracious, so loving. He certainly wants us to be responsible, but He also wants us not to worry, not to toil. 

I am very grateful that this Monday I spent my day reading the works of others, giving little thought for my own cares, enjoying the beauty around me.

Tomorrow will come and with it its own cares, and minutes with which to click this keyboard and accomplish other necessary tasks.

But for today, I gave very little words, and I have received so much in return.

Praise God for that!

Cheers!

P.S Take a listen to this song “Every Minute” by Sara Groves. I think it beautifully expresses my mental and spiritual location right now.

Double Cheers!

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Dreaming: A Quote…by Me

“Dreaming is not wasting time, its peeking into your future ahead of time.”

In all truth, even though I polished up the words to make them into a quote, they are actually the result of a conversation I was having with Messiah Yeshua 1428428874jlttb(Jesus).

I have said it a bazillion times, that I am a stickler for time. I like to make the best use of every second of every day…its akin to squeezing blood from a turnip the way I can be when it comes to time management.

This is not always a good thing, although I still stand on the fact that being wasteful of time is not good either. Once before, several years ago, also while having a conversation with God, the topic then being money, He asked me,

“What happens to a fist full of sand when you squeeze it as tightly as you can?”

My response, “The tighter you squeeze the faster it seems to slip away from you.”

His response, “That is exactly what happens when you squeeze your money.”

He wasn’t saying be a spend thrift, but He was saying enjoy the fruits of your labor. Trust in His provision.

So today, as I sat on Pinterest, pinning rooms to a board that I have set aside for my future home, I said to Him, “Gosh, I have just wasted a lot of time.”

Yeshua asked, “What are you doing?”

I said, “Dreaming.”

He responded. “Dreaming is not wasting time.”

Then the thoughts about planning ahead for the future flooded into my heart…I am certain that too came from Him. Dreaming is sowing seed.

I can’t help but say how grateful I am for His love and His conversations. I am grateful for His friendship and to know Him and to grow in knowing Him through the passing of each day, each trial, each second.

I pray these words, this quote, my conversation with the Creator of all things, has encouraged your heart to dream. Even more, I encourage you to dream with Him if you haven’t started to do so already.

He is full of great ideas!

Cheers! and Happy dreaming!

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Walking on Broken Bones: Receiving Healing you never knew you needed

I am sure that you heard the saying in regard to broken bones that, “If you can walk on it, it’s not broken.” I am even willing to bet that you have not only heard that saying, but that you have said it before as if it were the truth. And if you, like me, have said this before, then it is a safe bet that you didn’t know that the converse is the truth.

You CAN walk on a broken bone and never know that bone is broken. Actually the only way to tell if a bone is broken assuming it is not bent improperly or protruding from the skin, is for a Doctor to get a deep look at it by way of an x-ray.

For all of us born into this fallen world, born into sin, we go through life walking on broken bones. We are hit by hands, and often times far worse, words that sink into the core of our very being that draw blood from wounds so deep that we often forget they are there.

We do our best to take all of our cares to Christ and allow Him to heal them, but sometimes…sometimes we carry wounds from so far back in our childhood or younger adult years that may predate our rebirth in Him and we just…forget they are there and we walk, with Him on broken bones.

What had once been an excruciating pain, one so intense that it made you moan in tears, has now dulled down so much that it has become as white noise and you don’t even notice it anymore. You assume that it is in the past, you are over it, you forgave, when all the while you are bleeding on the inside, and bearing strange fruit from a wounded root you don’t even know is there.

Beloved ones, we all walk on broken bones. We don’t do it because we are careless. We don’t do it because we have a desire for revenge towards the ones who have wounded us. We do it because we are human, conditioned to “get over it” even if, though we cease to speak about it or even remember “it” we are certainly not over “it.”

So imagine what it would be like to break a bone in your body, lets say your femur or thigh bone, never get it properly fixed, but walk  around on it for ten years until you finally meet a Doctor, or have a Doctor friend who out of noticing your slight limp says, “I can fix that, but it is going to hurt.”

What would you do? You have been living all this time not noticing the limp, but the evidence of it shows in the uneven wearing away on the soles of your shoes, the uneven footprints that you make, the tenderness you feel in your lower back or hip that you just can’t seem to work out. What would you do, realizing this slight pain that can be alleviated with a dosage of massive pain that will leave you much better in the end?

I am sure that if you, like me have been walking with Yeshua Jesus for many long years, you would probably question why He had not bothered to heal these things a long time ago.

I did. I asked Him, when He began unearthing hurts and pains in me that I did not know I had, and the pain was so intense that I would say, “Stop it! Or I am done with You! I will walk away!” I asked Him why He would wait nearly 22 years in our relationship to start mending bones that had broken when I was five or eleven?

What was His answer? “I knew that if I started touching those pains when your roots were not deep in Me, that once you felt the pain and said you were walking away from Me, that you would have walked away. But because your roots are deep in Me, although you say such things in response to the pain, you will not go away.”

This is truly His grace. Because I (we) was not ready to endure the pain it would take to heal such wounds, in order to enter into the next level of glory that He desires for us to have, He waited…until now to heal it. He who knows me best, knew that I (we) was ready.

Now, some of us are in the position where He is breaking these bones and resetting them for good. And it may look like on the outside that this is a satanic attack, that God is not favoring you, that He has forgotten you because of the pain, but the truth is completely the opposite.

In order for us to be better, sometimes He has to break us to make us better. An old break has to be broken freshly in order to set properly. He has to revisit that wound and He has to bring you with Him into it in order for you to see it for what it was and know it for what it is, HEALED!

My desire is to encourage you as I encourage myself. To remind you that He is with us in our troubles, that He loves us unrelentingly, tenaciously and unconditionally, and even when it looks like the opposite is true-because the pain has blurred our vision-to remember that that is why we are called to walk by faith and not sight.

I encourage you all to read aloud, Psalm 77. The Psalmist begins his plea asking God has he been forgotten? Has he done something wrong for God to take away his goodness? He begins to question the character of God because of his pain, but THEN, he begins to remember God’s goodness and his soul comes to rest.

We, too, must remind ourselves of His goodness and character even in the face of the pain. For His thoughts for us are for good and not evil!

I pray that even if just a little, those of you who are going through have been encouraged, and for those of you who will one day stand in the valley, that you will remember these words.

Until then, know that you are greatly loved and that the Great Physician is doing a mighty work on you and that the price of this oil will be worth it!

Cheers! and God bless!

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