my favourite things/how do you colour joy

Today it is blends 
of soft greens turning golden 
pink reds 
and oranges 
blending in a dance called 'splendor'
as leaves twirl 
and pirouette 
to the forest floor 

It is greens 
bleached into whites 
set bold 
against the mottling of tree bark 
fallen cones 
squirrel treasure cashes...
  
How does one colour joy?


it is the colour of my Saviour's love
spilled out for me 
long ago
on that Calvary hill


and now spread daily
like a feast
before my eyes

wherever I look 
I see its colours
my heart takes in
this amazing palette

make my life a canvas
Oh Lord
 
open my eyes 
to see your colours
guide my brush
to make a masterpiece


that my life
might show forth
Your glory
and
Majesty


How do I colour joy

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He has gone ahead to prepare a mansion
a room for me
and you
the window view
will be perfect
the Light
will never dim
His glory all around us
will be our life in Him

there will be no tomorrow
only today
that never ends
and Him in radiant glory
with all His promises
come true

the laughter will be pure
infectious all around
no sorrow
never sadness
only joy
for me and you

…and if there is a haystack
you, my friends, will be there too

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my favourite things/ pure religion and undefiled

Going to W.A.R. « A Seed Inspired

James 1:27
Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the orphans and the widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.

my heart was burdened
my eyes wet and I could not see
for all the pain
so many bear

and then I saw this W.A.R.
going on
and through the pain
and tears
saw hope
that they are not all forgotten

hearts touched by God's love
touched by God's grace
hearts not afraid
to see
and feel
and hurt
and weep
and reach out... and help

I am going to W.A.R.

that there might be P.E.A.C.E.
for these

the afflicted

Father... send your Word
and deliver
and heal
and build up again

bring hope

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Pieces of Contentment: Sunday Quotes

Pieces of Contentment: Sunday Quotes

my favourite things/birthdays

a birthday
a curious thing

to remember a day so far removed
from today

I wonder if my mother remembers
my bursting forth to greet this world
her walking away
and me
alone

does it hurt her now
did it hurt her then
was her heart ever torn
did it ever mend

'he' wouldn't say my name

I'll keep you
but not her
he'd said

...but God...

on the wings of a dove
He put His love in the hearts of two

they were older
childless
they willingly gave their lives
for three unwanted
three castaways

I once was lost, alone
but now am found

I know this story twice

twice redeemed
twice ransomed
twice purchased for a price

twice

twice a Saviour's love found me
and never let me fall
be crushed
despaired
or bruised

an heir of my daddy
an heir of my Abba Father

brought in
cherished

this I remember on my birthday

how a baby girl Evans
was given a new name

how Love owned her
and she would never be the same

birthdays
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my favourite things/ the holy things of God

out in the cool of the night
under the shelter of His wings
I know His holiness

alone with Him
one with Him
resting in Him alone
He comes and offers
peace and quiet rest

I need no words
my life is an open storybook
He knows by heart
but He shares His joy
His strength
His hope
His Love

with me

little me

out in the cool of the night
while night hawks fly
and the wild things
watch through the dark...

my Saviour bids me come
walk with Him

there is no shame
I need not hide
He knows each beat of my heart
and bids me come
come
and know His holiness

though days are filled with the groanings of life
burdens bulge
pressures mount
always there is
grace

This is God's holiness

He offers to take our lives
and live His through us
He offers to take our everything
and make it beautiful

This is God's holiness

me
little me

wrapped in the love of God
a ribbon of Grace to hold me in

and all the while to know
the holy things of God

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my favourite things/emerald sea green in the night sky

At 11 PM
where the morning sun
begins her journey
at the crest of the poplars in the eastern sky...
lay the moon

It lay bathed in a sea of emerald green
and shone with intense brilliance
yellow and on fire

I almost mistook it
for another

Its fullness and light like the Source

but never had I seen it bathed in an emerald sea
laced in a glowing clear brightness
that pierced me clear through
I watched as in a trance
I couldn't move my feet
I didn't want to lose this moment
I watched and waited
I sighed
I groaned
for the beauty

time moves on
I had chores pulling me away
my back to this glory
I walked away

away yet filled

and later
on my trek home

I set down my bucket of milk
warm and foaming
almost spilling in its fullness
like the moon
which lay heavy
caught now in a web of the poplars

I could still see its glory
laced in this web that held it

three days ago it would have been hidden
by Spring's budding
the poplars clothed in their new garments
fresh greenness
thick and lush
a warm cloak
a shield from the sun's hot gaze

but today...

I had felt some sorrow
when the tent caterpillars arrived
I saw them first on the gate post
then saw the tree tops bare
could hear the sound
of their appetites
the steady soft crunch
If I closed my eyes
it was like the contented
grazing of our horses
while on pasture
and I thought how all creatures
must live or die

how all of creation groans and travails in pain
together until now
awaiting the adoption

that is...
the redemption of our bodies

and because these tent caterpillars live today
I can see the moon cupped in the poplar's web
and so I remember that we are held in the Master's hands
and if we live or die
He holds us
I breathe deeply and groan
for the fragrance
the beauty...
this life...


He holds me in an emerald sea
bathed in the moon's glow

always
He holds me

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