I Woke Up

I woke up this morning to a quiet, dark house and a little body crawling into bed with me whispering that she was cold.

I woke up this morning to no power and an inside temperature of 58.

I woke up this morning to the outside thermometer reading 19.

I woke up this morning to the realization that there would be no hair dryer for me, no oatmeal for the 18 month old and no Curious George for the four year old.

 I woke up this morning to no home phone and a cell phone that provides spotty reception since we live surrounded by trees.

I woke up this morning to the need to put coats and gloves on the girls while we sat and ate our breakfast.

I woke up this morning wondering if I would be able to manually open the garage door allowing me to take my oldest to preschool since my husband who typically does that kind of thing is out of town.

I woke up this morning to the realization that for too many this is their everyday existence being cold and trapped with nowhere to go to escape the ache in their bones.

I woke up this morning and thanked God for my blessings realizing that I have been blessed not to hoard them as they will rot and stink just like the manna of old did for the Israelites, but I am blessed to pass them freely along with an open hand holding tightly only to the One who will never let me go even if my hand threatens to slip away from His.

 

In Need of a Savior

We have been dealing with some heavy stuff as a church family recently. This is a poem I wrote in response to that. I know that God has a plan even for the darkest events and I cling to that promise now. Hopefully, this will give you some encouragement for those dark times that we all go through in life.

My heart is heavy,

Mourning the loss of innocence.

The feel of death all around and closing in around me.

Wanting it to be a mistake,

Wanting to wake up to the world as it was yesterday,

Not today when the wailing is heavy in the air.

Evil invading when given the tiniest whisper of opportunity,

When darkness is sometimes easier then the light.

Too bright and glaring at times,

Too real-

The need of a Savior like never before.

Immunity impossible to this rampant sin plague.

Hunting us all down,

Infesting us all,

Impossible on our own to resist.

Blessed assurance Hope can be mine.

He alone can cleanse us through blood power,

When all other efforts are empty and meaningless.

Filthy like rags.

Hopeless.

He alone can save,

He alone can fill,

He alone can make whole,

He alone can satisfy.

In a world filled with everything else-

Empty promises.

Brokenness like an inescapable stench.

There is nothing else.

No one else.

Love alone cannot do it.

 His love is perfect.

Only His love has the power to set the wicked world right.

Everything in nature worships Him,

Points to His glory all the time.

Why can’t we?

Why is it so difficult to cry out?

To admit defeat?

To surrender?

Lord, help our unbelief!

We need you now!