Look at ME!
Why don’t you really look at me?
Do you not see me?
See ME?
Do you not SEE?
I am here right, front, left and center…
Yet you do not SEE…
ME!
I am here, not only my bosom,
Not only to blossom,
Not locks and flocks,
Frocks and color blocks
But to as HE said, “BE!”
And I WILL!
I will be there for you,
Beside you, behind you.
I will never seek to lead,
For out of you, you came to seed
For this cause you left and clave,
That though two, would become one…
Look at ME!
Why really look at me?
Because when you really do you will see,
That I am of you, and you are of me…
Or so you said, the moment we met?
As you look, what do you now see?
The hurt, the pain,
The girth or the gain…
Look at ME!
Why don’t you really look at me?
And maybe you'll see the plea in my eyes
That we let go of the past and rise
For even after four stinking days,
Still His voice caused that which was dead to be raised…
So LOOK at ME!
Please look at me.
So we can once again say
“LET US”
No longer blinded, Clay made clear…
Seasons and times: they teach us what the Word tells us, that there is a time for everything.
We often look at spring as the beginning and winter as the end of the seasons, but the lining up of the seasons with creation and nature demonstrates that winter actually represents the beginning, a time of hibernation and incubation when everything appears cold, dreary, and desolate--sometimes dismally vacuous. But underneath the barrenness, in actuality, there is life! Like a pregnancy waiting to be birthed, beneath the surface, beneath the freeze, winter is active. When it looks like nothing is happening, it is in actuality the time when the greatest ground in morphogenesis is covered.
The life cycle of the butterfly illustrates this concept beautifully as it shows us that the most pivotal, developmental stages of the egg and most of the pupal stage are hidden and accomplished within dark and cramped confines. During these stages, changes are occurring and processes are being refined. These processes are so critical to the final emergence of the mature butterfly, that to attempt to shorten or externally facilitate the timeline of the process--either through sympathy, desperation, impatience, or any other preemptive emotional stimuli or actions--may result in the termination and abortion of the life that is being incubated.
The next season is spring. Spring may be likened to the emerging of the chrysalis, the great thaw, the “coming out.” It’s unarguably the most exciting of all the seasons, a time of release from confinement or custody, a time to unveil that which has been ensconced; it is a flowering. Ultimately, spring is the most awe- inspiring part of the seasons of life as this is the time when the most dramatic visible changes occur, a sharp divide between apparent barrenness and fruitfulness.
Then comes summer: the Butterfly stage. This is a time of blooming, vividness, and abundance. Truly, summer’s bounty is the cornucopia of life. The thesaurus offers the following synonyms for
I am a woman. Steeped in femininity,
The princess, the pride and joy,
Mark of my Creator’s divinity.
I am a woman.
Strong and sturdy in mind,
Soft and gentle in love,
A succor, my very own’s delight.
I am a woman.
The beauty of my mothers Through me shine.
In the integrity of my fathers,
I walk, indomitably tall.
I am a woman,
Indefinable, intriguingly complex,
My robe, my covering,
My glory, my wealth,
Draped around my elegant form.
Times have changed;
History’s been made,
But neither pathos nor tragedy,
Poverty or wealth,
Oppression to emancipation
Can and will ever alter the fact
That. . .
I AM A WOMAN.
The Voice of One Woman, Xulon Press 2012.
If you agree post a picture of yourself
in the comment section, wonderfully and fearfully made woman that you
are... And please share to affirm all the special women that you know...
It's simple really... We are complexities of complexly complex complexes complete in complexness... A complex continuum of complexity elegantly created to display the simplicity in complicacy, by our most stunning God! All distinct and sometimes seemingly disconnected we are, but in reality, intricately and interconnectedly connected... Selah.
com·plex·i·ty
kəmˈpleksədē/
noun: complexity
The state or quality of being intricate or complicated.
Complexity is generally used to characterize something with many parts where those parts interact with each other in multiple ways.
Psalm 139:13-16
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
Psalm 8:3-8
3 When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
4 What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that You visit him?
5 For You have made him a little lower than the angels,[a]
And You have crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands;
You have put all things under his feet.
Depression is a yawning chasm that threatens to swallow every soul that does not, will not, cannot, or has not found its rest in God...
What is depression? How does one battle depression? How does one deal with it? Many try to hide it with humor... The picture of a clown laughing with a painted on 'sad' face is not so farfetched anymore just look around you...
Religious people deny its existence; some wear it proudly like a banner, others wallow in its murky waters...
The greatest of men and women in history have battled it. King David in the bible spoke freely of it and dedicated 2 psalms - 42 and 43, (out of many such) to expressing the brokenness of his heart...
Depression is a yawning chasm that threatens to swallow every soul that does not, will not, cannot, or has not found its rest in God...
Is it a simple entity? Noooo it is the very enemy of the living soul that threatens to silence the very breath that animates it. It is the voice of hopelessness that continually taunts, continually badgers and will not let go...
Some try to silence that voice by escaping into oblivion through drugs, alcohol, sex and anything that will either deaden or lift up the soul... But these are only temporary fixes that paradoxically worsens that person's state, because when the palliation wears off, the awakening is that much more horrific...
BUT as much as depression rears it its head, when we come 'naked and not ashamed' before The Living God and pour out our hearts before HIM, we are able to receive the infusion of HOPE - The Prince of Peace Himself, who
H - Holds O - Our P - Place in His E - Eternal love...
No one can save a person from the clutches depression. All that can be done at it's best is to palliate and as Wayne says here, until we come to the end of ourselves and we breakdown and DIE before The Living God, LIFE cannot come...
BUT then again we can have compassion, we can pray and we can put our arms around one another and cry out to God together...
A good friend of mine once said... "No matter what you do find someone to 'do' life with" The greatest person I know that I can 'do life' with is the author of life Himself and I TELL YOU... HE is the only One who has been able, and is able to lift up the soul that is cast down, He does not condemn, He does not rebuff, He does not break the bruised, nor snuff out the dying... Snot and contorted faces do not intimidate him because He only sees that beauty that He has created in and through us and when we come to him... He and only He can speak the peace that can restore even the most battered of soul...
◄ Matthew 11:28 ► "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Monday, November 3, 2014
"You gotta to hold on"
Sometimes it’s hard When you can’t see the end in sight But you keep on telling yourself "You gotta to hold on"
Sometimes … You have all the answers Still nothing seems to add up You gotta keep telling yourself "You’ve got to hold on"
When friends are gone, And silence reigns The rustle of the leaves The whisper of the wind Softly echoes the same refrain "Child you gotta to hold on""
By the skin of your teeth, By the seat of your pants Through stormy gale, And fiery furnace
I am with you... I promised to never leave So yes! "You gotta to hold on"
‘Cos when all’s said and done The curtain’s been drawn When the night has passed And the tears have dried I promise you this my child I promise you that you will look back Down the passage of time And the words, the encore That will resonate in your heart:
Thank God, the One who said to my soul Don’t give up; don’t give in; "You gotta to hold on"
If you are holding on, don’t give up!
If you are hoping, don’t give up hope!
If you are believing, don’t give up believing!
For your weeping may endure for a night
But in the morning, joy will come,
Again I say, ‘You’ve got to hold on…’
Psalm 30:5 For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
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