Broken crayons

Broken Crayons

He says, "wait."

We ask "how long?"

He says, "I have something better."

We say, "but it hurts."

He says, "My plan is for you."

We say, "I don't feel it."

The problem is - 

we use broken crayons

to draw the picture of

what we think our life 

should look like and hold 

it up to a God who formed 

mountains from His own

breath.

~ullie-kaye

Faith

Linda and I were just talking about this over the weekend...

God is not going to wake you up with a 

detailed roadmap for your life because

He wants you to trust in Him, not a plan.

If you knew every step, every turn, and

exactly when you would arrive, faith

would not be necessary. You would rely

on your own understanding rather than

walking in trust.

Faith is not about having all the answers.

It is about believing even when you

cannot see, trusting even when you do

not understand, and holding on even

when everything feels uncertain. Faith

means walking forward despite the

unknown because you are confident in

the One who leads you.

It is not about clarity. It is about

confidence in God's faithfulness. 

Would help

 If you'd hurt me, it would help.

It would make every step more freeing

to walk away.

Because holding on to you

is destroying every shred of peace

in my life.

But the thought of releasing you

is more painful than words

can describe.

~Morgan Richard Olivier

Reminded

 Sometimes we just need to be reminded of this:

God will make a way

prayer changes everything

God is always fighting for you

God has great plans for your life

God breaks chains, not promises

God's in control of every situation

even in the waiting, He's working

God will connect you with the right people

God removes and God replaces

God knows what you need, go to Him

put God first and everything else will follow

taking time to be with God is the best place to find strength

~jacqueline whitney

The mess

 How can I blame the wind for the mess it made, if it was me who opened the window.

Hurtful things

We must let go

Of those hurtful things

That burn and hiss

And bite and sting.

That hurt the heart

And clip our wings,

Where we can't fly

And we can't sing.

I think it's time

To turn the page,

Turn to the light

And quiet the rage.

Forgive the slights

We cannot change,

And spread our wings

To escape this cage.

Afterglow

I saw this taped into a sympathy card that Kitty & Bob sent to Mom/Gma after your accident:

Afterglow

I'd like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I'd like to leave an afterglow

of smiles when life is done.

I'd like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing tmes

and bright and sunny days.

I'd like the tears of those who grieve,

to dry before the sun

Of happy memories that I have

when life is done.

~Helen Lowrie