No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.
Selfish is guilt, when used in the noun
Silently stagnate until in verb form
No movement or action, no motivation beyond
The dark place of shame for some is the norm
Or maybe in self, where justification is rule
We reach out for reason in hopes to deny
Where our failures we choose to fiercely defend
No need to look out from the souls inner eye
Thank God for the peace where repentance is gift
Where guilt moves into action and forgiveness is key
The evolvement of life pushes noun into verb
Life into change, guilt to compassion in Him meant to be
Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Praise be to God and the Father of Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.
In action all our deed should be
It say’s the most of Him in me
Gesture in the simplest form
Listening from a heart that’s torn
His light shines bright from the darkest place
Where we often are tempted to hide our face
He never does not light our way
If in our hearts we ask Him to stay
Help me Father to remain silently true
Your loves speaks beyond those who knew
Never will you abandon a one
Who asks you into the heart undone
Abortion, such an ugly word, so ugly we don’t talk about it with each other. We rather choose to beat each other up with it. It’s ugly for a reason
Abortion, it’s all in how you look at it and I pray we do just that
Abortion, an act of violence chosen in response to terror
Compassion, the pride of righteousness is replaced with the solution of life and the offering of support beyond the termination of the problem. Eventually the shoe always does drop and with choice comes consequence
Compassion, Gods gift to respond to another not merely react to their pain
Hypocrisy, when we shout down each other for shouting down each other
Hypocrisy, when the bullied becomes the bully
Hypocrisy, when we profess to be the champion for the less fortunate yet choose the more convenient way, in the attempt to silent the silent
Hypocrisy, who can scream the loudest while victimizing the victim wins the argument
I pray we look beyond the right to choose
And research why and what we have to loose
I think we get so caught up in the act of fight
That we know not what is the true plight
Sometimes we’re quick to judge another
Flaunt our righteousness in protection of sister/brother
Arguments screamed in high volume
In the hopes that doing so, the agenda you must consume
The fight to right the injustice to all?
Loses it’s merit when discussion is not brought out to call
Then Jesus told His disciples, if anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.”
I do not see, because i choose to see not
With eyes wide shut, the soul to rot
My God, my God I cry to thee
As He continues to reach beyond the me
In the attempt for self, I’m brought to my knees
Where, from the broken and battered
His compassion, our heart best sees
In Him I praise His full embrace
He held me close as I turned my face
Never to leave me in the dark
He shines a light that leaves His mark
And now I see, from where compassion grows
It is through His grace that mercy shows
I praise you Father for the gift in sight
And loving me through my own might
The praise of peace
The peace in praise
Inside the heart is Jesus raised
The ransom paid in love the cost
So that my soul may not be lost
I praise the peace in Him alone
Forgiven sins He did atone
In peace He holds me close to thee
In praise I pray to constant be
Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief!”
For sometime i have believed
In Father, Son and Holy Spirit, the trinity in one
A leap of faith, the spirit led
Where the search had been so long
Never did I question Him from the time i first believed
But oh how i did question self, knowing full well the heart deceived
In that, is where God loves us past the doubts within ourselves
And into his amazing grace where He heals us into soul
Where tears of life in grief and joy, we move beyond the cries of fear
He loves us as we gasp for air in the panic of life’s mid-fall
Praise God, for the breath of faith He offers us each all
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you”
Where have all the unborn gone
Long time passing
Where have all the unborn gone
All those many souls
Does the soul come with our first breath
Upon the beating of our hearts
Or does it come in His breath
From where each soul finds start
Conception to creation of soul
That is meant to be
This I believe comes before
What we are meant to see
I believe within that heart that beats
Has already a soul been formed
And not one to terminate but rather celebrate
The miracle has been performed
Last night I sat and watched some of the media coverage from the Women’s March. Ashley Judd recited in full theatric, a poem she had received from another woman. As I observed her face contort and voice reflect added disdain and hate in word spoken, it was heartbraking and frightening. I felt sorry for her and the woman who wrote it. Their pain, fear and rage I do believe to be real and the reading left me not only saddened but a little dazed and confused. While I have empathy for the pain and frustration, it was almost lost in the confusion and appearance of little to no compassion in message. It is sad to me that in times of fear, women too will allow themselves to be used to the detriment of the very issues we hold dear. I felt as if I had witnessed an assault and the assaultee had become the assaulter, the hypocricy of the bullied acting so much the bully, was not lost.
As a woman, who believes in the power of women, I pray we do not start to become the ugly we accuse others of. Please let’s not turn our backs on one another and attack. I think change happens because of the empathy God gives us for one another. Empathy is not an empty gesture, exclusivity or hard hitting words, meant to hurt/shock and exploit another’s pain. It is an act of love and not one done by espousing vitriol for or towards another.
I pray that we start talking about issues, rather than talking at, degrading, judging and cursing in our self-righteous behavior.
I see women on both sides of the abortion issue shaming each other. It is beyond sad to me that if I am pro/life some feel the need to shame me for my belief. I came to that belief for reasons I would love to discuss.
At the same time I absolutely do not want to shame another for being pro/choice and I would love to know why you feel that way, not just that you do and that is because you see I do believe there is an unprotected being involved. I was raised to believe that is what women do, they protect those who can not protect themselves. I also think many of those at the march are there because they too want to stand up where others may not to. I am just wanting to know why are the unborn not included?
I do not want to believe women are against each other I want and pray that we use our hearts as well as our minds to share thoughts and most importantly testimony.
I know there is a reason we believe differently and I hope we will start listening to each other.
For me it is hard to listen though, when blame and shame is being used as a weapon, from either side, that is WRONG and will not provide solution but more pain, sparation and destruction.
In regards to abortion, I know firsthand the panic and terror that a woman feels when faced with an unwanted pregnancy. I have experienced the guilt and shame that can come with abortion. For myself, when I accepted the love of Christ I also accepted the guilt I felt over the ending of life. For me acknowledging the remorse and guilt became a motivating factor towards a God of Love, Forgiveness and Life. I believe God sheds light on the dark place where we each can experience shame. Shame is debilitating and when used as a weapon (whether that be self/inflicted or projected) it keeps us stuck, divided and alone in the dark. There is no answer in shaming each other on either side of this issue. We can not find a solution, when we continually wield blame and shame as our weapons of choice.
My belief is that life begins at conception and I know that a heartbeat can be detected at six weeks. I don’t simply believe this because I want to, in fact I am pretty unpopular in my belief. But I have lived it and researched the “facts”. This is where I will readily admit that one thing about the facts, is that we each tend use “facts” from sources that back our belief/agenda, it is for that reason I believe we are to unite in discussion in hopes to share past our own agendas and truly protect life and those facing such pain in it.
I know it’s not yet turkey day, but down at the Junk in the Trunk (and then some booth) we’re already and very gratefully sweating a little “tinsel”, while getting our fa-la-la-la-la on!!!!!
The Junk in the Trunk, is just one of the many vendors participating in this years Christmas Open House at Morton’s Antique Mall on the Ave in beautiful downtown Yakima, Wa. If you are out and about spreading some good cheer on Friday, Nov 18th between 6:30-9:00 please stop by for cookies (some gluten free), a warm bevarage and a stroll through two floors of memory evoking antiques, vintage, shabby chic and repurposed junk/treasures galore.
As I’m writing I wonder if Santa is as into the recycle/repurpose/re-CELEBRATE thing as some of us are, he should be!!!!!