Caught up in Me

In a moment of grief when all words lose their meaning.
And all that you loved can't stay though your clinging.
And emptiness fills like the floods of a river.
Tears stop running and all that's left is a shiver.
Then out of the darkness a voice comes so near.
So softly it speaks and you can hardly hear.
But you know the words you've heard them before.
Then the Loving one calls as He stands in that door.
Pleading you ask, "Can I not enter in?"
"Can't I just peak" is Your beckon to Him.
Smiling He offers a tender, powerful touch.
Oh How you Love Him,
but you Miss her so much.
"Just one look"..But He gives you a No.
The Tears begin falling in a bitter, salty flow.
Then He bends down and Whispers your name.
"And says my dear Mother, this is the reason I came".
This same door that I came to knock,
she answered and welcomed me, I am Who she sought.
So as she waits on this glory side,
know I am with her, as with me she abides.
And though you cannot even look in,
Know she is happy and surrounded by friends.
One day this door, will open for you.
And all that you believed will be confirmed in My Truth.
As sight replaces Faith and you bow at my feet.
You won't even see her because you'll be Caught up in me.
But then one day, as you are walking that street.
you'll hear her voice and you'll run to meet.
She in her Perfection and you in yours.
Laughing and rejoicing over all that's in store.
Not long dear mother. And you will see.
That though you miss your baby,
she is caught up,
in Me.

Little Girl

Little girl with dreams in her eyes,

how did you know I needed you?

Perfectly you fit into my heart,

as I look into those seas of blue.

A gift of love, pure unbridled joy.

Not matched or compared by any

I praise the one who gave me you

just blessed to be in your company.

You sing your own song

and write your own words.

You talk to the sky and

whisper to birds.

You lead your sister

in parades of comedy,

for the love sick I feel

there will be no remedy.

Life is good and so I say

Thank you for being with me.

I hope you know you do and always,

make me very happy.

Best Friend- not everyone gets a best friend who gives you more than you can hope to give back.....

I don't think you get just how much I care, or really how deeply our friendship goes.
Sometimes I don't quite get it, so I am sure no one really knows.
So I have to think back, long before I knew you, to who I used to be.
And when I look in that mirror is when I truly am able to see.
Inward I looked and walked through my days.
The memories of that life are somewhat a haze.

I spent most my time reflecting on everything "me".
Blind to this world I just couldn't see.
Then one day our worlds collided just right.
The first time I met you, man what a sight!
Who could have known what was happening then.
A stranger and mom was becoming my friend.

In pride I was looking for all I could give and do
for this young mom who's faith was so new.
But I had forgotten all I had learned.
And your love for others made me yearn...

Yearn to be more than what I had been.
Yearn to give myself more as a friend.
Yearn to learn what true sacrifice meant.
Yearn to be more like the One that was sent.

If I go a day or two or three and forget to say.
how much my life changed on that hot summer day.
You're the best friend God has ever given to me,
If BFF is possible, then I hope we will be.

What Will You Do God?

Oh the pain that cripples,
even the strongest of men.
Silencing voices of faith
Breaking hearts again and again.
The why’s of life that stop us
From understanding your hand.
That cause us to question your love
And answers we demand.

But oh the love you offer,
You pour out lavishly.
Unnoticed because of our hurt,
That floods us as we weep.
Judging you in our weakness,
The enemy cheers for our defeat.
Not acknowledging a Savior
who agonizes and intercedes.

Father you do not turn your back,
Or wish us to feel this way.
But your glory is supreme
Over all that fills our day.
The one thing we deserved is death.
But you give us so much more.
To worship you alone,
That is what we are here for.

So what about this pain.
What will you do with it God.
How will you show so many
That your word is not a Fraud.
Be supernatural in this pain.
It’s hard for them to breathe.
Show yourself as loving,
Please Lord intercede.

I Wonder

As you laid beside him and felt his heart beat slowing. Did he feel this world slipping and heaven coming. I wonder did he know?

As you held his hand, were the fingers of God intertwining with his. Could you feel the presence of Heaven, his bliss?

When you kissed him goodbye was he saying "hello"? Did you happen to brush the face of Jesus as he took his first embrace, as you kissed his face?

I wonder. Did you feel His hand on your shoulder or his tears on your head? did you feel Him lying next to you as you held Joshi in that bed?

I hope. Do you sense him now. As the room is silent. No monitors or knocks at the door.

As you smell and hold what's left. Do you feel His hand on your hair as he wispers "I know".

Proverbs 31 Woman

She rises up early and hits the ground running.
With sleep in her eyes, she's somehow still stunning.
Hair in a knot she grabs for the Word.
Hoping for solitude before the first sound is heard.

Just a few verses and a quick passionate prayer,
she braces the day as she cast all her care,
At the feet of a Father who knew she would come
rise to sit at his throne long before the sun.

Earlier than normal the house begins to stir.
As padding feet and voices coming to find her.
She says her amens and rises to serve
the family God gave and promised in his Word.

Embracing her calling as a gift not a chore.
She runs to embrace little ones she adores.
Knowing the days will sometimes consumer her
she'll find her stregth in the one who made her.

Fearlessly Feminine and strong in all ways.
She'll find fullfillment at the end of each day.
As she finishes the same way it began,
praying on her knees,
she's a Proverbs 31 Woman.

Hope

Tonight as she sleeps in the midst of her pain. She'll think she is dreaming and call out his name. Reaching for comfort, his pillow she'll touch, missing a husband that loved her so much. She'll rub her belly as she dreams of yesterday. Wishing, hoping, will this pain fade away?
Whys and what ifs roll through her mind, searching for answers she's desperate to find.
Laying back on her pillow she quietly weeps, asking the Father for comfort she seeks.
When out of the darkness a small voice is heard. Speaking in whispers but not saying a word.
Lips on her ears and a hand to her soul, tears begin streaming that she can't control.
A visit from Heaven delivering peace. reminds her of love that no one can cease.
"He's with me, beside me, in all of My glory. You'd b able to rest if you knew the whole story. He's seen My face and the fullness of Me. He's experienced Perfect and what it's meant to be Free. I know you miss him, and can't understand. I know you are hurting and can't see my hand. Just let me comfort and write your new story. Until you can join him on My side of Glory."
Her eyes opened to morning's first light, was that a dream that got her through the night? She moves herself to the end of the bed. As flashes of heaven begin to dance in her head. She closes her eyes and feels a breath on her cheek. And a voice deep inside says "I'm the Answer you seek".