The Knotted Weave

Shattered, scattered, splitting apart

Is the season of my heart.

 

Searching, Asking, trying to hear

Your voice, is it near?

 

Answers, direction, guidance please share.

Are you listening do you care?

 

My thoughts are not good, often deceiving,

The struggles just keep on weaving.

 

The thread is strong, the battle hard.

My arms are tired, where is my lifeguard?

 

No end in sight only darkness all around,

Evil is winding through this battleground.

 

Weariness, Doubt, Shame interlink;

Don’t let these fabrications begin to sync.

 

I cry, my last plea, in anguish above the noise;

Fearing all hope is about to be destroyed.

 

My arms, eyes, hands and feet are tired.

My heart is weakened, losing all desires.

 

Piece by piece falling apart;

Only You can undo this knotted heart.

 

You say you will sustain me, carry me too;

Here is what’s left of me, the last residue.

 

Tears replace words, the trade has been made.

The weave is snagged, it’s time for a new braid.

 

I am told you make all things new.

Can you fix the pattern and weave a life change in me too?

 

So, my eyes look to YOU,

my hands serve YOU,

my tongue speaks of YOU

my feet follow YOU,

my hope is only in YOU?

 

Mutation of Truth

It starts with one lie, leading to the next and soon it is built up so much, a confusion sets in on what to believe. Am I good enough lead to I am too old to learn something new. I will never be able to make it in this world. I am not pretty enough, smart enough or tough enough, I give up. The mutation of the truth (Psalm 139 – I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Ephesians 2:10 “For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works;”) happens with watering one lie and letting it grow. Which, for me, was turning into so much more of a tidal wave than expected.

Recently, I battled what seemed like constant, never ending waves coming at me. Thankfully, God reminds me over and over to keep my eyes on Him and not the waves. When I focus on the waves, confusion sets in, I lose my confidence and hope is gone sinking in the sea. Fortunately, God is so much greater than any tidal wave coming at me. He has this sparrow in His hand and lifts me higher than I can imagine. He carries me above the waves. I might get splashed by sorrow, dripped on by anger and tossed about by fear but He never lets go of me. He is my strong foundation a midst the swells in life.

I wrote this poem a while back but finished it up the other day after the waves started crashing around my foundation. I am still standing on the Rock, my Jesus and have been paddling hard fighting the temptation to listen to the evil one. May this inspire you to remember King David’s words as He sings praises to Jesus,”The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior; my God is my rock, in whom I find my protection. He is my shield, the power that saves me, and my place of safety.” (Psalm 18:2)  Let Jesus be your firm foundation so truth does not mutate into lies from the evil one. I pray this will be an encouragement to you.

Awakening to the day,                                                                                                                          Crawling out of bed, darkness displayed.

Something is not right; my mind detoured last night;                                                                     My thoughts were thrashing almost as if crashing;

Replaying the day before,                                                                                                                         Trying to keep my emotions from coming ashore.

Wave after wave of temptation grows;                                                                                               Fear, frustration, disappointment start to show

Understanding is skewed;                                                                                                                     Because the heart feels bruised

Broken, scared of the end result;                                                                                                             To dark waters this life may catapult.

Help the day not end in dread,                                                                                                             Please stop the drip now before it spreads.

The Bible says You are The God who comforts His children;                                                      Help my see You, not the tidal wave building.

Father above, Mighty Redeemer of all,                                                                                        Intercede and stop the wave about to fall.

YOU ARE the safe ground where firm feet can stand;                                                                     Not fearing failure, rejection in the heart of this man

I lift up this sparrow,                                                                                                                               Don’t let me go; raise me above the tidal’s blow.

Help me see above the waves;                                                                                                                   To Your eyes of hope, never again enslaved;

By fear, anger, frustration and doubt.                                                                                                  But trusting these will not wash me out.

Show me Your Truth, Your spoken Words,                                                                                         Bring clarity instead of lies that blur.

Father please Give me wisdom, strength and love;                                                                           May Your hope and peace flood my heart from above.