You Are Created to Fly!
From “All The King’s Men: A Poetic Treatise On Healing” by Jamie Lewis. The Hem: a watercolor I am tired of fighting shameIts shadow chases meI reach my hand to touch HimAnd just as I feel the hem of His garment-A single thread within my graspShame rears its ugly head againI pull back in dreadUnholy …
This proverb is often attributed to Steve Jobs. It is a valuable way of thinking. It certainly worked for him. But what does it mean? Are we to keep busy merely for the sake of societal or perceived spiritual self improvement? God forbid! It is a truth, however, that renewal is not redeemed through idleness. …
Embrace the promise of Spring. Look with hope toward life.
I am a vesselBroken, Scarred, EarthernHaving walked through Narrow PlacesPressed by walls of my own makingCrushed, Beyond RepairPowder, DustFranctured, I lost heartHeavy, the shadow of shameYet heavier still The Spirit of MercyHovering above the chaos of my soulMoving across the depths of my heartWrapping Himself around the dark and shattered piecesSharp edges cutting, PiercingBlood spillingI …
Birds aren’t meant to live in cagesNeither are peopleBut there she was: Trapped, uglyLosing all her feathersMoltingPlucking the feathers one by oneFreeing space for new ones to appearIt was painfulIt was hardPerhaps she could be beautiful againI knelt beside her“It’s okay, little one. I forgive you. You are always and forever FORGIVEN.”“I don’t deserve forgiveness.” …
She appeared wounded at first. Perhaps she was merely tired, vulnerable. She landed silently upon the fence railing and then glided to the ground just below the feeder. She wobbled a bit as she walked and her wing seemed bent. She looked about her fertively and headed for the patch of sunlight-a single strip of …
Are you in a battle? Fight the battle with praise. Allow yourself to be honest with the hurts, the hopes, and the fears. Allow the deep parts of you to cry out to the deep parts of the Spirit of God.
Photo Credit: Grady Glawson She appeared wounded at first. Perhaps she was merely tired, vulnerable. She landed silently upon the fence railing and then glided to the ground just below the feeder. She wobbled a bit as she walked and her wing seemed bent. She looked about her fertively and headed for the patch of …
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