Among The Wildflowers

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I belong among the wildflowers…

With the sun on my back and the breeze blowing through my hair.

With the movement of every muscle,

And in every twitch and chain reaction, I rejoice, I’m alive!

Yes, with the flowers I bloom- in the hope of a fresh season,

And the anticipation of new colors.

Their beauty is simple and asks for no applause.

They stand unique but united in their purpose.

Lord how I want to be like the flowers before you…

Brave, beautiful, and full of life.

I belong among the wildflowers…

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“You’re going to be okay.”

I few nights ago I was alone at home and found myself facing worries, doubts, burdens, and fears. In the battlefield of my mind, I started to become discouraged and lose my perspective of hope. Then as I tried to lead my thoughts out of this pattern, it seemed like the Lord just said, “No matter what happens with all of this,You’re going to be okay.” I took a deep breath and  thought for a minute. Then I unlocked my phone and went to YouTube to look for some encouraging worship music. As I did this however, a song on the recommended channel caught my eye-“You’re Gonna Be Ok” by Bethel. Seeing that and then listening to it for the first time was another sweet conformation from the Lord that He sees me and He cares about my future in Him. He is so tender and compassionate to us!

So, while we don’t know what the future holds, or the outcome of our circumstances, we do know our God. He knows and holds the future, He keeps His promises, and He loves us. He has good in store for His children in walking with Him. And in walking with Him, we learn to let Him define what is truly “good” and “OK” in our  lives.

All of this leaves me knowing, I’m going to be okay. And so are you! Okay, and in fact, joyful, hopeful, and resting in Him, no matter the circumstances.

Enjoy The Journey,

Laura

 “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.” -Romans 15:13

Psalm 16

“To Whom It May Concern” (Letter 2)

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Below is a poem very similar to the first one I posted, only it was written this summer…under completely different circumstances. In writing this (and really all summer long) the Lord was (and still is) teaching me the treasure of His presence and relationship in the midst of hardship and loneliness. For that I am so very thankful. It is my prayer that you are inspired as well.

“I saw footprints blaze a trail through the morning dew,

Once again, darling, I started looking, hoping for you,

Only, this path was different from the last,

It was lonely, long, and unlike the hopeful past,

The prints continued but seemed sluggish and wide spaced,

One set in front of the next, yet they lacked fast pace,

As the others had been bathed in light,

It felt as though these were flooded in night,

I thought all at once I might burst; simply run,

But then I looked up and there shone the SON,

Ever steady and true,

It pleaded with me to hope anew,

Overwhelmed by its brilliance and heat,

It seemed to whisper to me, “Don’t worry whose feet,

Though the path seem long and unpleasant at times,

Remember, the Poet uses even long rhymes.”

I smiled at the SON again, delighting in its heat,

Now I know its preparing me for when paths meet…”

“To Whom It May Concern”

Below is a poem I wrote the summer of 2013. I was hopeful about the possibility of having someone who would invest in me and I in them, but at the same time I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. Through this poem I attempted to capture my conflicting feelings and what Jesus was telling me through it all. Hope it is an encouragement!

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“I see footprints through the morning dew…

And I must say, darling, it reminds me of you.

A new beginning with only one path,

Earth and sky using sunlight for a bath.

As I breathe in the fresh morning air,

I dream of the love we’ll someday share.

The birds merrily sing songs that declare

The beauty that will be – yet warn me to prepare.

Yes, prepare for the day and diligently keep my heart.

Not to be carried away or even given freely on my part.

But, I am to joyfully greet each day with a song.

To heed the sky’s reminder that it is to Him I belong.

And as the grass will again become wet with dew,

So my face will be with tears when I see footprints leading to you.

So I ask you to seek His face and His commands,

And someday my dear, we’ll walk hand in hand.”