Wild Weed to Flower

Jesus, please remove the arrow piercing my heart Before the poison moves through my veins, tearing me apart. Tears well up in my eyes with the thought of what was said. Words are painful; they cut like a knife, making me wish I were dead Words can create problems, conflict, and strife. Wreaking havoc and chaos in my life I know I am yours, Lord, and belong to you, But my enemy is wicked and knows just what to say and do. ~~~~~~~ What you have experienced is unjust and unki

Darkness is oh so close, lingering at the edge of light. Waiting for the opportunity to arrive Oh, but I cannot endure the darkness Worry takes a seat at the dawn of day Nudging its way into my thoughts I am oh so familiar with this old friend And the dangers it carries, lurking, wanting in Judgment, a friend indeed, I have given it a place at my table; it sits next to critical spirit Making it uncomfortable for Grace and Love These familiar foes desire to imprison me They l

When my image of you was my earthly father. When I gave him your place in my heart. His words tore me and wounded me. Lord, I knew you not. When he was absent, and I felt abandoned. When he caused my tears to fall. When his anger struck fear in my heart, I knew you not at all When I turned to him for comfort and there was none to be found. When my heart and soul longed for love, suffering and sorrow were around When I hid my true self, for fear of rejection, turning others

Where do I find you Lord? In the early morn Before I open my eyes You sit by my side Waiting for me to awake Will I choose to stay and talk with you Will I run off and find things to do Will my thoughts be held captive today or tomorrow? Where do I find you Lord? ~amk ~~~~~~~ Awake, my child, I am here living within you Knowing your every need, watching over you continually Your need is only to be in my presence Seek me in the quiet stillness There you will find me, waiting f

Living well is a Discipline and an art I AM the Divine and Holy Artist My creations are never wrong nor flawed Each brush stroke is exact, precisely where I have planned it Each color, selected with care Each form of the clay is molded and constructed to perfection Holding its place where I have intended Discipline your thoughts to stay upon Me, the Lord of your life I will paint, color, and mold you All My creations, which I have selected and sealed Will not be left behind,

R equired after E xposing your sin, which has P ierced the heart, mind, or soul. It E levates one's love for God, which is N ecessary to live a life of T ruth and trust in Jesus Christ.

God's Refining Fire Abba, King of the Universe, Maker of All. every creature great and small I bow the knee and throw down my crown. expose my heart, break up this fallow ground Set me on the altar, the altar of fire Burn all chaff, dross, and ire Heal this brokenness and crudeness of sin; revealing the person you created within Remove all pretense, posturing, and pose. ridding me of stumbling-blocks which impose Humble me so that I may sup; At the table you prepared, fill m

** Note: I did not write down the day or time of this dream, but it was memorable, and I knew in my spirit it was from the Lord. In the dream, I was driving my truck at night down a dark dirt road, and I was going at normal speed. Suddenly, I turned right at a fork in the road, which was unfamiliar. And I said to myself, Oh no, I did not want to go this way. I made a mistake. Why did I turn this way? Realizing I had taken a wrong turn, I tried to stop the truck by hitting the