Poem

Poem

It wasn’t in the clay or the sand
But the power of Jesus’ hand
It wasn’t the oil or the baptizing water
Not the clay but the Potter
We look to creation to take our woes and illness away
When the Creator is there for you every night and everyday
He who formed you knows what you need
To repent of your past and to know of His deed
He longs to be with you in the good times and the bad
To comfort you, love you, correct you as the Heavenly Dad
So turn to Him, O broken souls
And find healing by giving Him control

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Ministry (Poem)

Ministry (Poem)

Ministry 

by: Nicole Kent 4/8/15

  • I imagine the ministry in where God wants me to be
  • Concocting plans in my mind-manipulated by those around me
  • Striving, pleasing, never reaching the goal that I set
  • Finally realizing that this was not of my heart-but a feeling of debt
  • I crumpled and fell to my knees
  • As I reevaluated who I was trying to please
  • For God has given each of us a different journey-a different plan
  • But I listened to myself and every person-every demand
  • Now I know that in every ministry there will always be a need
  • But we must turn our ears to God amongst the crowd’s unending pleads
  • God will use us if we allow
  • Where you’re at in life…right here, right now
I Sea

I Sea

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We’ve all had those days, weeks, months, or even years, where everything in life seems to be going against you…

The thing is, we are pushing against the tide to reach the unknown seas. We push and push to break through to the life we know is out there but the tide seems to be coming in with such a great force. Some would say to wait until the tide goes back out… I begin to question myself…Have I imagined that there is a better life out in the great blue? Why would I want to leave the sandy beach anyways? It’s comfy, not challenging, and I know that I can survive on it. Hmmm…”surviving” not “thriving.” I hunger for more than the sugary coconuts on the beach…I need the meat of the sea. I need more stability of the sand that blows away with the lightest breath of man…I need the rock that lies amongst the sea. The rock that stands the beating of the waves and becomes a sculpture of beauty from the waves persistence to bring it down.

So I will dive in the tide and make my way out to the unknown sea where there is a rock that will support me through any struggle…be it wind, rain, or hurricane, the rock will stand. Hmmm…but I must be careful, there is slippery, deceptive seaweed upon this solid rock. I must be aware of where I put my hand for a steady hold, for I may slip, fall, and become entangled with this seaweed of deception. This seaweed pulls you into the depths where there is sand yet again…but way below the raging waters. This is a more dangerous and tempting place to be…the Sands of Sleep and the Drunken Waters…where the senses are dulled and lulled to sleep. A few people will awaken from this stupor long enough to look for a hold on something to pull them up. This will be trying for them, but luckily there is a Lifeguard who walks on water.

Have we not all fallen down this slippery slope? Have we not all needed the Lifeguard to reach down His hand and pull us out of the Sands of Sleep and Drunken waters? I have tried climbing the Rock without the Lifeguard’s help and have fallen into the depths below…it wasn’t until I awoke from the stupor long enough for my hand to find the Lifeguard’s. He is now helping me climb the Rock. Do I sometimes lose my grip? Yes, it is because I wasn’t following my Lifeguard’s instruction. He is always guiding me, even if it is in His silence that I am to stay where I am and the storm rages about me. Just think, what if I wasn’t strong enough for the next grip up higher on the Rock when the storms came? I would be washed out. So, even though the storm thrashes at me, I know that God is just strengthening me for the next grip that is higher up.

I’m glad that we have a “Lifeguard” to help us climb and find sure footing on the “Rock” in the storms in life…

I Sea By: Nicole Kent

I must be careful of where I stand For the ground is nothing but fly-away sand I crave the Rock with all its might Brave the world and storms at night Where the winds whistle and the waves rumble Turning this glorious Rock into a masterpiece against the sea’s pummel As I slip on the deceptive seaweed and fall to the depths below Being lulled by the Drunken Waters I see a hand show I am gripped into reality as my Lifeguard pulls me above And am surrounded by His grace and overwhelming love He had warned me of the seaweed upon this mighty Rock But instead I tried to climb my own way and fell under tempting lock Now I know with Whom I stand… On this mighty Rock which couldn’t be reached without the Lifeguard’s hand

Struggles in a Sick World

Struggles in a Sick World

Oh, how I have longed to be free
To go on the adventures in places of where I’ve wanted to be
But oh, how I am trapped in this body, this jail
Weakness has set in my bones making my strength to fail
Have I forgotten how to be content where ever I may be?
Speaking to God and asking Him to hear my ever-wanting pleas
I dream of a different life of where I am strong as a ram
But here I am, instead, being a weak, little lamb
Does not God make His power shine through the weak and not in the strong?
Taking down our barriers of pride, for only in this temple will He happily abide and truly belong
Oh, how You have stripped me clean of all the strength I contained
Truly relying on You through this hardship and this pain
I feel like an artichoke whose petals have been taken away
Revealing a vulnerable heart that no longer can keep an enemy at bay
Though, have I confused an enemy and a friend?
For one takes from you but the other willingly lends
Oh, Lord, how I have been blind
Through this process my thoughts have become confused and intertwined
Though a ram maybe strong and may know what to do
A lamb, contrary, depends completely on You
Has this been Your lesson all along?
Showing my weakness so that in me You are made strong?
Thank You, oh Lord, for the mysteries You reveal
In the quiet moments where only Your words I feel
Battle of the Mind

Battle of the Mind

Below is a journal entry of mine that ends with a poem and I thought that I would share it with anyone who is willing to read this miscellaneous writing…

I find that when I wake up in the middle of the night, I fight the battle of the mind. It is very easy to give into the thoughts and ideas of fantasies where you control the “movie or book in your head.”
The mind is where the true battle field is…I am finding out now that I have been fighting with the sword backwards, pointing at myself. I wanted to win these beginnings of war, I also wanted to lose, for I enjoyed (too much) of picturing myself as someone else and going on imaginary adventures and (of course) romance, but I was injuring myself for “one cannot serve God and flesh at the same time.” Serving both felt like there was a bomb about to explode inside of me!

Here is a poem by: Nikicks…

When having a rough day
I would go into my mind and play
Instead of gaining God’s peace
I rented my mind out for lease
Oh how I wish I could’ve escaped with my imagination-the old foe
Where I could control my fantasy life and where it would go
I looked for acceptance from God in all that I did
Instead, He corrected me, I felt ashamed, and from Him I hid
My life became sour
As the Enemy gained a foothold over me and gained power
I knew that I had to make a choice
Asking for God’s help in silencing the Enemy’s voice
But Satan does not go without a fight
So I resisted him and watched him take flight
Oh, how I felt powerful that day
Choosing God and with Him at my side and the sword pointing the right way
I know in time to come there will be more battles surrounding me
Some will be large and some hard to see
So God, prepare me for combat and the war
For You have already defeated Satan by the sins that Your Son bore

An Illness. A Journey.

An Illness. A Journey.

Poem by: Nkicks

Acting like everything is all right
So that my emotions are hidden-out of sight
I thought being locked up in a tower-hidden away
Would cause misery from being sick day-to-day
But I have seen blessings in the darkest hour
A flicker of light-a growing power
For God knows what is good for me
In Him I shall put my burdens, in Him I will believe
So Lord, take my sorrows and lead the way
Guide my feet and may I not be led astray

Some days are tough being chronically ill… I find that there is an amazing peace when bringing my sorrows before God. Anyone else suffering from a chronic illness?