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FOUND

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Writing 101 Day Thirteen: Serially Found. Today’s Prompt: write about something you found. Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment—loosely defined.

I’m told to share

one thing I’ve found

and so I tell

three things to share.

Car keys laying

on the seat.

Wedding album–

lost is found!

cell phone hiding,

I have it now.

But greater still

than all those things—

not what I found,

but what found me

and took me as

I was with all

my foibles, failures,

emptiness.

I know that if

you measured me

in spirit, soul,

I could not stand.

But Jesus’ blood

upon the cross

covers me

and now I live.

His joy is mine

and peace and hope.

Yes, I am His—

for God found me.

2015

SAYING THANKS

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Light shining through the rocks in the candle

God has given me so many things! Saying thanks to Him for His gifts of the gentle wind, the beautiful blue sky, my warm house, a hot shower, food, etc., doesn’t take my eyes off Him, it focuses me on what is truly important—He is the source of everything; I can trust His goodness in the choices He makes in my life. I find I rejoice as I walk in Him; as I do, He fills me with joy and peace. As I give Him for all the gifts, great and small that He gives, I begin to release my life to His hands and live without fear of what the future holds. I can trust someone who delights to give me gifts. And when He chooses to withhold His gifts, I can still be thankful because He is changing me so I am less about me and more about Him. As that happens, I walk in more peace and joy, for that is who He is. I can be content with whatever lot He gives me because He is with me and has great things in store for me in the next life as I spend eternity with Jesus

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SILENT PRAISE

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As I was looking out my window at the trees which are still leafless, it seemed to me that they weren’t really silent, which gave rise to this prose poem.
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Tall and straight the tree stands, arms outstretched, reaching into the heavens to God, its silent voice shouting praise to the Creator of all things, heard only by those who have ears to hear. Its only movements are those that are in response to the rhythm of the wind. No matter how life has bent and twisted it, it stretches toward heaven, fulfilling its purpose assigned by the Creator: refuge for the birds, shade from the heat, oxygen flowing from its leaves, pleasure for children and animals in their quest to get higher. In winter and spring, it shows that life comes from death, and even when its life has been cut short and it exists only as a stump, new life forces its way from its body through the soil into light. Death proceeds from life, for a seed falls into the ground and dies before it truly lives. Season after season, through death to life, the tree serves its Creator, drawing life from the water He provides, shouting out its silent praise.

Writing 201: Poetry challenge Trust

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A poem for the challenge of Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme

T Trusting God when my world runs roughshod over me

R Relying on Him when my shoulders feel heavy with

U utter frustration over each situation that

S streams into my days, unbidden to stay,

T taking peace God has given. I lift up my eyes to

G God who has died that I might remember He

O opens the door to life in abundance, for I am His

D daughter and He is my Father. I put all in His hands.