I recently experienced the kindness of God in a profound way. There is so much I want to say, but I will save that for some day when we can sit, face to face, and have coffee together. For now, I am reposting these two poems that I wrote several months ago. They pretty much sum up my then and my now.
I truly am grateful to my Lord Jesus for His unfailing love and extravagant kindness!
I remember when I was oblivious to what others thought of me.
When I was unhindered.
I remember being unafraid.
But time, circumstances and situations had a way of changing me into one who toned it down.
I became one who played it safe.
Some would say that is growing up, but what if that’s something other than maturity?
What if that is captivity?
What if I dare to explore who the Father says I am and live accordingly?
Unafraid, again, but this time confident in my Father’s love and my reputation in His eyes?
What does wholly redeemed look like?
Holy and wholly free?
Later, I wrote this poem:
Suddenly, there was the sound of breaking glass.
Shards of glass became airborne projectiles.
Sharp, precise weapons that hit their targets.
Fear – penetrated.
Insecurity – impaled.
Hesitancy hesitated and was pinned to the ground.
After the glistening dust settled, I looked around.
My glass cage was no longer my captor.
Then, these shattered pieces of glass covering the ground began to vibrate.
I watched as the clear pieces of shrapnel were transformed into beautiful jewels.
These treasures became the handle in the hilt of my sword.
A sword that my Father fashioned for me with His own hands.
My captors were defeated. Rendered powerless.
And I was free.
I choose to live from this place.