Sin… it is so complicated and suffocating.
Once you’ve stepped into it,
It’s hard not to sink from the weight of its heaviness.
The burden of guilt and shame
Can follow like a shadow in the night.
In a moment of sin, I walked myself into the dark.
I submerged myself in danger.
As I sank so fast and so deep, my soul cried out for help.
Too distracted to hear a call from within,
I held onto the hand of sin.
Together we kept me from escaping,
Pretending things were getting better,
And at times believing nothing was wrong.
In a moment of compassion
The Maker of my soul charged forth and spoke.
With His hand reaching to pull me out,
He rescued me from the bottomless pit.
Even as I fought to stay behind with my friend sin,
My God knew where my heart really was.
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Drawn to everything about You,
I seek to read Your word.
I listen for everything about You.
I cherish all I’ve heard.
Taking You with me inside,
I venture back into life.
I am trusting every promise
To see me through my strife.
Through each challenge arising,
I see You in every way.
You are carrying me
Through each and every day.
As the evening approaches
And the night settles in,
I have found I made it
Carrying You within.
As I lay my head down
And close my eyes to the night,
I trust in the rest You send.
Sweet dreams and goodnight.
7-9-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Striving for You
in a world striving against You,
in a world striving against anyone
who strives for You.
Striving to love one another
in a world that doesn’t love You,
yet You loved them anyway,
and still do.
Striving to obey Your law
by obeying the law of man,
when their law goes against You
and all who would dare to stand.
Striving for peace
in a world filled with hate.
Their love confuses them
because Yours is up for debate.
Trusting in Your will
when Your will is not ours,
when evil seems to be given
To doubt or fear
is to judge You in haste.
There is not a moment of life
that You waste.
7-10-15 written by Gail Brookshire
How selfish am I
while I think I’m so thoughtful?
How greedy am I
when I think I am so giving?
How wicked am I
when I think I am so Holy?
Just because I read Your Word,
does that make me heroic?
Does it even make me obedient?
Does it make me hypocritical?
How precious is Your Word.
How precious is Your time.
How precious is Your whisper.
Yet I take each for granted.
How privileged must I think You are
to have me read Your Word,
to spare my time,
to be a good steward
of that which You bless me with.
Lord, make me truly grateful,
make me faithful,
make me Holy,
according to Your standards.
7-11-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My results in a bible reading challenge.
This post and video from a fellow blogger friend speaks so well on its own that I hate writing anything, but I need you to know I did not write this. Krissy’s video has many statements I have said or thought myself… and more. My own answer when I saw this was An invisible disability is… Cruel! What would yours be? This is a safe place to be honest with your answer. God loves you and knows your heart… and your trials.
During invisible disability week I asked our amazing online community to complete the sentence, An invisible disability is…, as part of my ongoing sentence completion project.
Hearing people’s responses and putting them together into this video has really touched my heart personally and professionally. 💚
I think it is something we can all relate to as we become more aware of the different experiences we are all touched by, either directly, through those we love and our communities.
A VIDEO OF OUR ONLINE COMMUNITY REFLECTION:
An invisible disability is…
A list of everybody’s responses:
An invisible disability is very lonely.
An invisible disability is a daily struggle.
An invisible disability is not believed.
An invisible disability is frustrating.
An invisible disability is exhausting. Just because I look OK doesn’t mean I feel OK.
An invisible disability is tiring and not something I can just ‘get over’. It’s my life.
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