A glimpse into my faith, my dream of writing, and reaching people for Christ through my words.
Oh sweet little
Hummingbird,
I can feel your heart
Beating so fast.
Please, slow down.
Take a breath.
Remember it’s okay
Not to rush.
It’s okay to just
Be still.
That’s the safer option,
The easier one.
Get your drink,
Let your wings settle,
Even if just for one
Moment, one beat.
Oh sweet little
Hummingbird,
I can feel your heart
Beating so fast.
You’ll be okay.
Just find a place,
A way,
To rest.
When I’m lost and my feet can’t feel the ground beneath me,
When I’m broken and can’t remember what it means to be whole,
When I’m tired and peace can’t seem to reach me,
Remind me what it means to be Yours.
When rocks are thrown and leave bruises,
When heartache and suffering won’t release their hold,
When grief and pain overwhelm me,
Remind me what it means to be Yours.
When storm clouds come and cover the sunshine,
When heaven and life with You seem forever away,
When I can’t understand the hurt of this world,
Remind me what it means to be Yours.
To be Yours is to always know I’m loved.
To be Yours is to know there is a Plan.
To be Yours is to find comfort in the hard times,
And to remember You hold me in Your hands.
You see Your plan and know what will happen,
And when I constantly question and wonder why,
You’re perfectly patient, You don’t get mad.
You see a precious life that just doesn’t understand.
You’re working to build Your chosen instrument,
Selecting the materials to get the fit just right,
To be Yours is to want your will above all else,
To trust you completely with every aspect of life.
Reflections-
Are lies,
Are real,
In the same breath,
At the same time.
Glass mirrors-
Show us
What is
Seen by the world,
When we can’t look.
Clear water
Holds still,
Stays cool,
Until the wind,
Until the rain.
Reflections
Show us-
Us.
But what we see
Is only half the story.
The other half is
In pieces.
What others see.
What’s inside.
And finally-
-the Truth.
I tuck my hair behind my ear.
Bite down on the edge of my pen,
Try to think,
To breathe.
The cover of the journal curls
Under my fingers, my grasp.
Questions swirl,
Unknowns
Pound my head, creating doubt.
Sometimes words come as easy as breath.
And I hold on to them, waiting for the picture
To come through,
To match.
And others, the image comes to mind,
To life, first. And with a little tweak
Here and there,
It sits.
Waiting for my thoughts to catch up.
They come from every direction,
When least expected, when looking
For answers,
For time.
But the thoughts turn to more questions,
And the questions often turn to tears,
Of sadness,
Of fear.
I just need an answer to one thing.
But I’ll just sit here in the silence,
Still waiting,
Listening,
Even if it’s just for a single whisper.
A picture is worth a
Thousand,
And I can’t even find
Two,
To describe how pain and
Relief,
To explain how stress and
Peace,
Exist-
At the same time.
My ink and keyboard fail
To pen,
How my heart feels with
Each beat.
I just cling to what I
Know.
Love, hope, life- don’t belong
To earth,
But to
The One who created it.
Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle,
But also a puzzle
All on its own.
Some pieces are
Temporary,
Only there for a time,
Or a simple season.
Some pieces stick
Around, lasting
Longer than you
Ever thought they could.
Some pieces come
With proper closure.
Everything understood,
Nothing left unsaid.
Some pieces fade,
From the sun and rain,
From the weight of
Questions unasked.
Some pieces break,
Suddenly snapping off,
So it no longer fits.
Forever changing the picture.
Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle.
But also a puzzle
All on its own.
The full picture,
Impossible to see,
Until it’s all
Done.
Every rose has its time
A seed to bud, a bud to bloom
A bloom to fall.
She comes back, again and again.
Wiser than the previous
Stronger than the last.
Her thorns protect her, and
Her family. They help her hold
On with new found strength.
Her bud unfolds, one petal,
One piece at a time,
A new chapter with each day.
Red, unmistakably red.
Shining brighter, standing truer,
Showing love like no one else.
Her color never faded, never shied
Even through all of life’s storms,
Even when each petal fell
Back to the ground
from which they came.
Every rose has its time
I’m just so grateful,
You were a part of mine.
I loosen my grip,
Lift up my hands,
Let everything slide
Away.
I move each finger,
Maintain my composure,
Make myself take a
Breath.
I stare at my reflection,
Sigh so I can think,
See the pain mixed with
Hope.
I blink back the tears,
Break away from the mirror,
Bring myself to face the
Truth.
My grip will never be,
Tight enough, to hold on,
To anything that isn’t
God’s plan.
Green.
That’s how it started,
when life was new,
when spring arrived.
But spring became summer.
Heat and drought
stole the color.
And broke the stem.
Wind came and chilled
the air and the ground.
Scattering, shattering,
forcing it to go away.
To a new home, or place,
down on the ground.
Unprotected, a victim,
to the glass cold hold
Of the ice.
Even if the sun comes,
even if the ice melts,
even if the leaf thaws,
it’ll never go back
to the life it knew.
It’ll never go back,
onto the branch.
It’ll never grow back,
onto the tree.
It’ll never again,
be green.
Let me see the sun
Through your eyes.
It might help me
Understand
The reflections in mine.
One Word at a Time 