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Sitting in the corner of my mind, this is what I find.
Areas's unexplored, places I am bored.
What is my potential? What can be done?
If only I will open up my mind to Jesus Christ the Son.
Words upon a page, now upon my heart.
We have the mind of Christ, that is where we start.
The journey isn't over, we must stand up and move.
Out of the corner, and away from the ordinary groove.
See the sky above, the sea rushing to the shore.
This once again reminds us of Who we are living for.
Feel the breeze upon your face. God is big. He gives you space.
Do not stay sequestered in a tiny room, in front of your computer.
Step out into creation, and take a look around.
Pursue His majestic handiwork, the mighty mountains or the rushing stream.
Step out of your corner and once again begin to dream.
Let go of the tiny little place, so you can begin to grow.
When an eagle in the nest no longer fits, it is best--to FLY.
Fly high, soar in the sky and be free.
Life is all around you, love is in your wings.
The corner is too small, you must begin to sing.
You must begin to love, you must begin to fly.
For you were created for His majesty on high.
Stand up and move away,
From things that make you paralyzed and keep you tucked away.
It is time to break free. Start this very day.
If the Son shall make you free, you are free indeed.
Original art by Holly Otten "Daniel"
In Papa’s arms you’ll sleep tonight,
But not under a starry night,
Beneath a sunny, warm, bright glow
The Father’s love all up there know.
Oh little babe I see you now,
Perfectly formed and well endowed,
While seraphim and angels see
To all your little baby needs.
Little siblings someday you’ll have,
They’ll stay to make your parents glad.
But in God’s time one day you’ll meet
The appointed time when all’s complete.
So little baby, rest, play and grow,
My heart dreams now, one day I’ll know
The little one who left so fast,
But kept our hearts to hold us fast,
Fast to hope and faith and love,
Trusting our Father up above,
Helping our hearts to not be bound,
To what we see and nothing beyond.
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I’m tired of being the fish that swims against the stream,
If I tell you something I think you should know, don’t think I’m being mean.
Evolution vs. creation, it started in high school.
Got an A on my first paper and my teacher learned something new.
Philosophy in college, all my papers were a critique.
Of what the professors purported, as for the truth I did seek.
C.S. Lewis did well arm me, as the Bible I daily read,
And the grades I received showed me they believed my ideas were pretty well said.
And when parenthood did thrust me into looking at the schools,
I heard things alarming, disregarding math facts and phonics rules.
Now it’s look, say and whole language, grammar’s got to go.
And before you know, I’m teaching at home and learning more than I wanted to know.
Next the children are off to high school and I’m working where they attend,
Cataloging videos and magazines, so many, it seemed the work would never end.
I met a lot of teachers and heard some shocking ideas too,
But when I heard sacred things cast down, I knew there was something I had to do.
I contacted the bishop, a good and honorable man,
He got involved and made things right, and he executed his plan.
In time, the kids were leaving and to nursing I was called,
I gave the school my notice and I started school in the fall.
I really loved the nursing and the pace was pretty fast,
I worked a full seven plus years and didn’t know it wouldn’t last.
Covid came with many restrictions and for health sake we did comply,
Until the vaccination and the mandate, and the just ten days to decide.
So now I’m out of nursing, starting a business with my man,
And the world’s getting stranger and stranger, but I trust God’s got a plan!
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Jesus said, "Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”
Years from now, when the children are grown,
They'll not remember how clean was the home,
Did a light coat of dust inveil the walls?
Were there a few toys scattered in halls?
But they will remember deep in their heart,
A weary and worn mother who failed to stop.
Working and working from dawn to the night,
Carrying burdens and fears, so uptight.
Working and working, no time for prayer,
'Til pressures are mounting and tempers do flare.
Wide-eyed young children, mama is mad,
Dare not they speak, their hearts are so sad.
The arms that caress, the words that instruct,
Are lost now in anger and words that rebuff.
Oh mama, dear mama, flee from the trap,
When pressures are rising, there's this and there's that.
It's only your children, their precious dear souls,
Their eyes that are watching, lives in a mold.
What are they learning when they look at you,
The lessons that you teach them, now are they true?
Wait not a moment, when fear grips your heart,
Piles of laundry, and supper to start.
They'll not go hungry, or without clothes,
Flee to your Father, your cares He does know.
Go steady your heart, as you seek Him in prayer,
Small eyes are watching, will they catch you there?
Down on your knees when things go awry,
When burdens seem piled from here to the sky.
Flee from the tasks like a fox from a trap,
Buried in the burdens of the this and the that.
Receive the vision from heaven above,
Tender young hearts in need of your love.
Lost in their lessons, now they have chores,
They have their work, and you, you have yours.
But the Father, His purpose is higher than ours,
We see the clouds, He makes us the stars!
We see the work, He sees the plan,
And we'll see it too, if we seek Him again.
Let His Spirit guide you and lead you in time,
We are the branch and He is the vine.
Run not so fast, poor Martha, see Mary,
It's fear, not your faith, that's making you weary.
Be still My child, and know that I am God,
When the road is long, and the way seems hard.
As you carry your burdens, let Me carry you,
With your hand in Mine, we'll make it through.
From valleys to mountains, to valleys again,
I'll be your Lord, and I'll be your friend.
I'll bring you from trials to victory still,
If you'll trust and obey Me; seek only My will!
I am the Potter. Rest in My hand, blessed clay,
Pray without ceasing, all through the day.
I'll bring you from trials to victory still,
If you'll trust and obey Me; seek only My will.
As your heart rests in Me, your burdens grow light,
Your work will be joyous when your heart is right.
My purpose you'll see in your hand on the plow,
Even glimpses of glory in the here and the now.
My purpose in matters once wearisome and trite,
Will shine in your soul as the new morning light.