I don’t know who she was.
That little one wound like a spring.
Someone else’s life. .
I don’t know what she wanted.
She didn’t know either.
Someone else’s life.
I don’t know the questions she needed answers to.
She searched and searched and protected her heart.
Someone else’s life.
I don’t know all the places she looked ,
For love, acceptance and freedom,
Someone else’s life.
I don’t know how it became,
But love found her,
Way back there,
In someone else’s life.
I’m joining in with the Beloved Brews writing challenge.
You can read about it at http://www.faithbarista.com/category/belovedbrews-linkup/
She gives the prompt, and writers write.
Easy enough right?
We’ll see.
What’s Your One Word for 2015?
Adjective. Excitedly anticipating something. Excitedly aware that something is about to happen. Expecting something, especially something that will bring success or wealth.
Eager, hopeful, in suspense, hoping.
What am I expectant for? Good question. Something. What? Not sure. When will this something take place? Don’t know. I do not know where or how. I only know that it will.
There are two things I know for sure. Who. That would be God. And why. Because He knows the plans He has for me. Plans for a future and a hope.
2014 was a year of great introspection for me. Every year is really. This year was very different though, and there was one book responsible for the trip back inward. A trip I thought I was finished with.
The book was “Finding Spiritual Whitespace”, by Bonnie Gray. I had been reading her Faith Barista blog sporadically for quite a while. I did not want another book. I did not need another book. But when I saw the little video about THIS book, it beckoned me.
Amazon one-click purchasing is so fast, and usually I can have my book selection in hand within moments on my Kindle. This time, I was compelled to purchase the real book. My intent was to read the book, oh so quickly, and put it on the shelf with all the others. That did not happen. Instead, pen in hand, purple ink began to show up in the margins and all along certain sentences. Way too many to just fly past. I found myself reading and rereading some passages and wondering if this woman and I had been perhaps separated at birth. Not so much by the EVENTS that took place in our lives, but by the shadows that they left behind. The shadows that followed me around even after I thought I had exposed them. The shadows that were holding me captive in ways I did not have language for. This book began to expose yet another level of pain/hurt/history that needed to be excavated.
The blockage, like writers block, has kept me from writing the words I want to write, to help the ones I want to help. I know what God has done, and continues to do in my story, and my heart is to share it. The block is that I do not know how.
So maybe EXPECTANT is the word that tells me that God will show me and allow me, to share my story in some meaningful way this year. Knowing what is in your heart, and getting it said, are two different issues.
I long to share it, but not if I cannot share it well.
I heard a story the other day.
It was one I’d heard before.
I’m sure it struck me the first time.
This time however it left a tear in my heart.
A tear for those who refuse to hear.
The date was September 11, 2001.
The place was a smoke filled hallway in a doomed high rise tower.
The people were trying to move quickly to escape the inferno in which they found themselves.
There was so much confusion mixed in with the acrid smelling smoke that no one could see the way out.
One man, in all that terror, found an exit.
Calling to his fellows behind him, he kept repeating just one sentence.
“Come to my voice. Come to my voice.”
I don’t remember how many exactly, but I do remember that many were saved that day.
They were saved because they heard a voice in their wilderness.
They heard a voice and they followed it.
Fast forward.
Today.
Do you find yourself in a wilderness of confusion?
Are you in a place that your vision is so obscured that you cannot find the exit that you seek?
What voice are you hearing in the acrid smelling smoke of your circumstances?
Is it a voice of defeat?
Saying give up, give up, what’s the use?
Or is it the Voice of Hope?
One that simply says
“Come to my voice. Come to my voice.”
I urge you to listen only to the voice that gives you life and hope.
It is never too late to hear it.
The voice of our Father in Heaven that wants us to live!
Here are some scriptures that I found helpful.
John 10:27-28 (NIV1984)
My sheep listen to My my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life,
and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand.
Jeremiah 29:13 (NIV1984) You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
Isaiah 30:21 (NIV1984) whether you turn to the right or to the left,
your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”
Hebrews 3:1 5 (NIV1984) “Today, if you hear his voice,
do not harden your hearts as you did in the rebellion.”
Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV1984) For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD,
plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
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Psalm 139:14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
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