Inflate my heart with purpose.
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God’s in the kitchen whipping up a fresh day. Sunshine sprinkled
with cinnamon clover invites me into barefoot, porch swing
conversations with the Holy Spirit. He kneads my
soul with scripture. Buttering bitterness
of yesterday’s failures with confession and forgiveness
and baking in the truth of my Father’s character. Jesus traces the shape of
his image into my heart. He cracks open His nature, stirring the chorus
of robins, cardinals, and sparrows sweet worship songs of agreement.
I sit quiet, soul listening to breakfast sermons of grace, peace,
and satisfaction sizzling in the skillet of your love.
I thought i was re-fuse
garbage for one to recycle
at best, and reject
at worst. But You re-purpose
me, shape my redemption
into refined reality.
Your suicide left my soul
deep within smothering grief,
stiffening clay against purpose.
But God worked his tears
into my sorrow, softening
bitterness with his love.
Forming from this cherished clay
a testimony of love, joy, and peace
for those tempted to despair.
Frostbit by fear
I keep feeling
Dented by doubt
I keep driving
   Burnt by bitterness                                         I keep believing
   Taunted by trials                                           I keep trusting
Supported by scripture
I keep standing
because . . .
Condemned by cross
You kept carrying
Lifted by liars
You kept loving
Revealed by resurrection
You keep redeeming
Souls bubbling up,
gushing with undeserved love.
—the gospel of Spring.
When demanding circumstances
have tattered faith and still
the needs of today grab.
You invite my soul to
sail. A sea of stillness,
where none can touch,
there restore with sweet
and salty parables of faithfulness.
Forecast called for blistering blues . . .
Shame soaked in a raging torrent of emotions,
I put on defiant dancing shoes and
shaped prolific pools of hopelessness into
a halo of dancing rainbows.
Until bones broke to life and support the
impossible flesh of my reality.
Writing Prompt: Downcast or Upcast
Psalm 43:5 Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.
Seems like there are an awful lot of words to describe depressed, but not a lot to describe the opposite . . .what is the opposite of depressed? Come up with words that reflect an “upcast” attitude and create a poem. Attach your page link in the comments and let’s cast a brighter light on depression.
Writing Prompt: Downcast or Upcast
When I gaze too long at the hard shell of the grave,
I despair without your physical presence, and
when I rubberneck the collision of God and man on the cross,
I am overwhelmed by the required suffering sin must pay.
But, when I fix my eyes upon the reality of resurrection,
your authority surges through my veins!
I  testify, the cracked grave and crude cross are
the transforming chrysalis, where redemption butterflies emerge!
National Suicide Hotline
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