Wednesday, October 10, 2012

my favourite things/ outside

I should be on my way

it is my last run of the day
the night hour
the opposite of the morning run
when the sun creeps up and warms the frosty mornings
Autumn set in
preparing the way for winter
the northeast wind cold
but the sun giving hope
like the Son gives hope
on the cold in the heart days
when a warmth is needed on the inside
to set the rumblings aright
and to fix the night of unrest...

He wants His beloved to rest

waking on my bed to pray
and only having groans
I feel so inept
for the not finding of words
and so I start at the beginning
again and again
I name the names
again and again
but for the asking I am unsure

I do not want to guide the hand of God to my will
rather I wish to be guided by the hand of God

so I settle in with my moans and my groans and my thanksgivings and my blessings
and my 'Thou art worthy's
and my 'Your will be done, Lord'
and my praising the One who is able
to do above all that I could think or ask
I think on all that is honourable and lovely
pure and blameless...
and I see Him...
my heart is settled from its rumblings
knowing they were heard and translated
by the Spirit of the Living God
my heart's peace tells me this
His Spirit bearing witness
to His truth
and His love

rest comes

His grace teaches my heart that all will be good
that evil will not always reign
that His kindom will come
and that already a piece of it sits within my very soul
This Christ who lives in me

I must pick myself up
and do this last run of the day
my last milking
the animals already fed
stalls and paddocks cleaned
the hammerings and nailings done for the day
Christ was nailed once to the cross for us
long ago
the work finished
those were His words...

daily as I nail and repair before the winter storms
I remember His final storm
and bearing of my shame

I bear it no more

I remember
the tender One
who asked that this cup may pass Him by
this cup of bearing my shame
but He chose to accept whatever God's will was
and it killed Him

O death where is your sting
HE set the captives free
HE lives
this great I AM
The grave could not hold Him

I am going out now
As I lift my face to the evening sky
It is to behold Him alone
and His glory, this risen One
my heart overflows with Thanksgiving
that He considered us all worthy


I will lift my face to the night sky
and like last night when He pulled the soft haze off the horizon
and opened it up ablazing for me
then set an arc across the heavens with refiner's fire dancing to His song
the Big Dipper resting beneath the streaming brilliance
I will rest beneath this display of His love

Each night I will go out
again and again
to this closet of mine
where I find Him waiting
where I find Him painting His glory
for me to find
to thrill my soul
to set my feet a dancing

I should be on my way
I don't want to keep Him waiting

my favourite things

I will also remember my mom, Jessica Louise, one of my moms, one of the many God sent to love me...
This is her birthday!


  1. Oh what a lovely lovely post-I felt I was there with you in the sight of the sky with the stars, and doing work like nailing, all the while thinking of Him-how could one Not think of our Father-Him so very present, even when we forget Him sometimes...
    I just LOVE coming to your blog. I have to tell you too, that horse mouths are one of my favorite things-the softness, and the cute way they look all pouty-like your beauty does.

    1. Debra, I also love horse mouths... this is our wonderful stallion Big Rude Jake, one of the kindest most gentle horses I have seen.
      He rests his big gentle head on my shoulder at night when I come out and I just listen to his breathing and feel his warmth... I often wonder what he feels when I come by as he rests on me with eyes closed and his whole being so calm...

  2. Agreeing with Debra, Susan, I always feel like I am right there with you, seeing what you see, feeling the biting wind, lifting my face to the sky. Blessings to you as you continue to pour out words that honour the LORD and uplift so many.

    1. we have our Indian summer returning somewhat... the days are again gloriously sunny and golden against deep blue skys... and leaves still twirling. How quickly the weather can change!

  3. Thanks for tyhe visit and also for the gracious comment you left. I'd like to invite you back to follow me as well.
    I'm your newest follower.

  4. What a precious prayer and worship. This blessed me and spoke to me, doing a work in me that He wants done. As I go out or stay in, wanting to see that as meeting with Him, whatever it may be that I am doing. Blessings and love and happy birthday to your "mom"! deb

    1. My dear Deb, thank you for your kind wishes ... lots of sonshine your way today!

  5. I feel your words, when there aren't the words adequate to express to God what's in your heart. He knows though, and I think even our sighs and moans rise up to His as prayer.
    Thank you for your kind encouragement on my post about suffering.

    1. yes, I know he hears and understands our groanings... His word confirms that :)Isn't that marvelous!

  6. Hi Debra what wonderful Truth is in your Poam thank you for expressing your heart response to our wonderful Creator, it touched mine. I will Post a Power Point on Horses and Link it to this Post or Post again one I used before, if this is ok.

    Christian Love from both of us - Anne.

    1. Anne that would be fine! God Bless You :) Our God is indeed good!

  7. Oh dear Susan, I'm so glad your heart turmoils and rumblings have been eased with peace. XO Wishing you true and deep rest in the midst of your anxieties and hurts. XO

    1. Thank you so very much my Rambling Tart :) All is well indeed!

  8. I always love your writings and I love for encouraging words on my blog... with all the renovation and illness at our house I haven't found much time to go about and visit other blogs....sorry about today when I tried to catch up here... I see you have a Rhodesian Ridgeback dog!!! On my goodness that was my very favorite dog growing up...and yours has the face shape and coloring that mine did...
    just made me smile.

    1. Saphira is my daughter's, She went to volunteer with her sister in South Africa... one adopted three children and the other adopted a Rodesian Ridgeback puppy and brought her back to Canada. We love her!

  9. so cool. ours was first generation off the boat... I think that must be why they look similar.... I bet it has something to do with still retaining the necessary jaw....oppposed to ones who have been in this country eating kibble for many generations.

    1. Bethany's is truly a specimen! We just love her.

  10. Dear Susan,

    I was so blessed when I passed by here this afternoon after replying to a prayer request on Facebook with the phrase "groaning in prayer here" Yes, sometimes we just groan and the Holy Spirit takes our request in a perfect presentation to the Father. We want our requests to be presented properly and the blessed Holy Spirit does that for us. What a wonderful gift! Knowing the matter is before the Father, we then can do as you did, go about our business (His business) with joy and thanksgiving knowing that 'He's on it'.

    Hugs and a cup of tea,

    1. God gives such peace...
      Tea is on Dawn... one day we 'will' visit!