Hello Friends and Family,
It’s been so long since the last post. Where to begin? I started 2015 as we all do with a purpose and on fire to write my story, inspired and ready to reach the masses, and then life happened.
Marriage, Mom duties, work, and university became handy excuses to take my eyes off the promise to be about my mission to pour myself out in word and song. No more! No more excuses not to write, no matter how tired or unfocused.
Do you believe we each have talents, gifts and abilities? I sure do, and it’s evident in my family as writers abound. What are the odds? I firmly believe being gifted is not enough. We must live in obedience, nurturing and growing our God-given abilities which I think catapults our gifts from good to great! That’s my heartfelt desire with this blog. To have you as my friends and share funny, thoughtful and the occasional faith centered short story, poem or essay with as we navigate through life together. No more defeated talk or thoughts concerning my blog. From now on I only confess:
I declare that…I am fearfully and wonderfully made, your works are wonderful, I know that full well…Psalm 139:14 NIV
Come with me, and let’s get back to keeping those earlier promises we made. What are your thoughts?
CED
Photo credit: Poetry| So You Want to be a Writer~Charles Bukowski
The Exceptional Life 
Great confession. And life happening will just add to your story 🙂
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Hi Jebraun,
I agree! Thank you for reading, and taking the time to comment. Have an awesome day.
Crystal
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Great post!
I will confess that being in the middle of this whirlwind called life presents many challenges. It is easier to loosen my grip on futuristic hopes and dreams while I process the ever changing present. During the toughest moments I confirm to myself that my ability is truly limited without Christ. I thank God many times a day for being my affirmation, energy, and peace. The peace I receive in the midst of poverty, violence, and trauma does not come from my meager salary, training, or any of the marvelous positive traits that I’ve inherited from my parents. For relying on those things has resulted in an overwhelming dissatisfaction with life and led me further away from my purpose.
I attached a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. I was handling my first real crisis with a forty-five year old, homeless, Navy veteran. I had completely ran out of theories, interventions, and uplifting mantras. I was drawing blanks with nothing to say and the space between us was growing rapidly. Suddenly it hit me, that I was in the midst of someone else’s spiritual warfare. I stepped back, stopped speaking, and let God intervene.
Him:
What do you know?
You’ve never been alone
Without a home.
Lost in the stars
With eternity to roam
Wondering about love…..
with your sticks and your stones
and your weak… fragile…. bones.
Me:
Have you ever bore the weight of a nation?
I can’t explain the sensation
Of deploying and raging
with hot guns a’ blazing
So many cast away,
My mind is forever phased and
this load is so heavy, not just a few pounds
Lord thank you for this weight
It keeps my feet on the ground
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Hi Denise,
Wow! Thank you very much for taking the time to read and comment on my blog. Who originally said “confession is good for the soul?” It certainly is cathartic, and your poem is simply beautiful. Have a great day, and thank you for all you do!
Crystal
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