No More Shame

“Who am I O Lord that you would be mindful of me?
You say Your love for me is true, but I just can’t see how that can be.
I know the shameful things I’ve done.
Horrible things that cost You You’re one and only son.
I hang my head in shame.
Trying to tune out Your voice as you call my name.
I can’t look at you. I can’t let you see
All the ugly that is inside of me.” Continue reading “No More Shame”

Wonder of the Father

How you make rain fall from one place to another, each raindrop uniquely made, each with a purpose and destination. Each snow flake or ice formation all again – unique in its design; no two are ever alike.  How new falling snow glitters in the light and yet is so light. 

How you give birds knowledge of flight, to look for food and make nest in unusual places. The call off each bird is different, according to what type of bird. The bees that pollinate and some even produce delicious honey. Continue reading “Wonder of the Father”

My Masterpiece

I awake in the middle of the night to the sound of my Father’s pottery wheel.  I leave my bed and follow the sound to His workshop.  The smell of water and clay is a sweet aroma.  I see Him at the wheel praying over a piece of clay.  I walk over and watch His hands.  His hands are large and covered in clay and water.  He looks at me and smiles.  I ask Him what He is doing and He says, “Making a masterpiece.”  I watch as His hands work the clay and I begin to witness the making of a masterpiece.  He slowly forms the clay from the bottom up, never rushing.  With great care the vessel starts to form.  I watch as He removes pieces that will hinder the use of the vessel.  He begins to sing over the clay, “I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  You will be my masterpiece.”  Before I know it, I’m singing with Him.  As we sing, the vessel takes a beautiful shape and He delights in my excitement at the work of His hands.   Continue reading “My Masterpiece”

The Battlefield

The battle is fierce.  I look around and see all who have fallen, my heart melts with fear.  I hear Your voice on the battlefield telling us to be encouraged, to keep our eyes fixed on You.  You raise your gold shield to defend that which is Yours.  I run closer to You when something catches my attention.  I look away from You for just a second and I am pierced by an arrow of the enemy and I fall to the ground.  I try to get on my feet only to I fall back to the earth.  You look over Your shoulder and tell me, “Child, get back up!”  Again, I try to rise but the pain and the fear are unbearable.  I sink into back to the ground and sob, “I’m sorry Lord. I can’t.”  Continue reading “The Battlefield”

Needing Comfort

A day of deep sorrow. A day of troubles that linger as dusk settles. A day of many moments that nag and prick at my self confidence and identity. A day wanting to be forgotten as I weep and drag myself to my bed. An intense desire for comfort overwhelms me. A desire that my favorite food, my favorite book or show, not even my favorite person can provide. Continue reading “Needing Comfort”