My Prayer for Faith...

Wrap Your arms around her and hold her, Lord – tightly. With a fierce love embrace her. Let her body’s weakness be forgotten in Your strength. As Your love enfolds her, let the warmth of Your light permeate every cell of her being and all disease be erased.  As You Spirit surrounds her, let all fear fade away and may Peace's essence flood Faith’s soul.  I know, now and forever, You will never let her go. ~ Amen
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Even though this was written on my blog, I hadn't plan on "publishing" it for others to see because it was a personal prayer for a friend from the past who is fighting a raging battling against cancer. At the time, the computer was the only thing I had to "write" with and I had to get my feelings out - not my feelings, the prayer I felt I had to pray RIGHT THEN! So, I used my blog space to write it down and make it more concrete (do all writer's feel that need to put it down on paper?). The more I thought about it, the more I decided, "Yes, I am going to "publish" it, so that I can ask for others to pray as well. . .


That said - MY GOD IS AN AWESOME GOD WHO STILL PERFORMS MIRACLES EVEN TODAY!!!
If you believe this too, please join me in praying for a miracle for my friend, Faith Williams and may Heaven's door be knocked upon until God answers. 


Thank you one and all!

Peek a Boo . . . aka Spinning

Peek a Boo

Peek a boo.
I see you;
every now and then
girl I once had been.

Twirling ‘round.
Whirling ‘round.
Arms out blurring.
Imagination stirring
Auburn hair swirling

The laughter doesn’t stop.
From dizziness I drop
as the sky spins 'round.

Peek a boo.
Where are you?
Woman I yearn to be;
Whom I have yet to see.

Troubles twirling.
Worries whirling.
Busyness blurring.
Time stealing
moments kneeling.

The turmoil doesn’t stop
‘til from fatigue I drop
as the world spins ‘round.
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“Idle hands are the devil’s workshop . . . playthings . . . tools.”  

I have heard this quote many ways through the years and though I understand the concept and somewhat agree, I am not sure I agree entirely. For one thing, if we don't have idle time, we don't have time to play and be creative and I MISS RECESS!! But, seriously, I think the devil loves it when our lives are spinning into a blur, blending into one busy task after another, until our days become distorted into a chaotic mess.  

If our lives are so busy that we fall into the bed exhausted every evening, no prayer whispered from our weary lips, I think the devil dances in glee. When The Word has even a smidgen of dust, or worse the binding lays unbroken, I imagine the Lord’s face etched with sorrow. The minute our days are so full that we don’t have time to say, “Good morning, God!” when we no longer have time to offer a hand to the needy, a waterproof shoulder to the hurting or even a word of praise to a friend or stranger (just to see a smile light up their face) then WE NEED TO SLOW DOWN!!!

I hate to admit it, but if my scenario is true then I have been making the devil very happy these past few months! When my life is so hectic that I can no longer pick up a pen to write a poem of praise (or a cry for deliverance) then I am sure Satan is thrilled; and that is exactly what I have done.

As I write this, I am sitting wrapped in a blanket, shivering from fever and feeling miserable.  As is typical of me, I tend to go, go, go until my body makes me slow down with illness. I should know better by now. But, I have a tendency to get so wrapped up in everything that is going on and everything that needs doing, for myself and others, that I forget to take care of the most important matter of all – myself and my relationship with God.  As old as I am, I still haven’t learned the lesson that I already know. Are you in the same place with me? Let’s try harder to be aware of when life is flying too fast for our own good and ask the Lord to teach us how to slow down and simply celebrate each day.
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To the One who calms my storms,
My creative moments have been stolen by my chaotic life. I’m trying to steal them back again; because I am empty without them. . . I am empty without them, because my creative moments are centered around You and come from You. Without You, I am nothing, and empty vessel waiting to be filled. Help me, Lord, to stop (or at least slow) my spinning out of control days and to concentrate on what matters most. Thank You for Your steadying hand in my life. ~ Amen
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