WHAT ABOUT ME

Busy listening

Giving counseling

Drying tears

Encouraging words

Holding hands

Hugging tight

Helping those

Morning, noon and night

Drained to the core

Words-there’s no more

Energy is spent

Body hard hit

Along with the mind

Phone always ringing

Mostly sobbing

No singing

What do you think

What should I do

Never how are you doing

Is life treating you well

Is there anything I can do

Can we talk about you

I’m here for you day or night.

Sitting before the Lord

Reevaluating my life

Not seeing progress

Nor my prayers answered

I cried out from

The depth of my soul

What about me

What about me Lord

What about me

I don’t see what I prayed for

Why no one cares to listen to me

Ask me hard questions

That make me think

Receive a hug I didn’t give

A tissue to wipe away my tears

What about me

What about me Lord

Will it ever be my time?

I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I Want To Be More Than Just Me

I want to be a writer. I believe I would be a good one. Distractions come my way.  Ideas that are deposited in me are snuffed out. My memory fails  so I don’t remember the snippets that would make for a great story. My recorder is forgotten and the creative flow is dammed up. No matter what tries to stop me I will put words on paper until I accomplish what I set out to do.

I want to be an artist. My paintings are beautiful. Many have said so. Full of color and life that draws you in to become a part of the community. Then appears an old nemesis fear slithering in with the same old plan to steal, kill and destroy. For some strange reason I succumb to those old outdated tricks. All my creativity comes to a halt. I’m shut down and can’t deliver. I’m telling that voice to shut up and I’m arming myself with my paint brush, paint and canvas and going to war.

I want to be a musician. Music was built in me before I was born. It’s always playing in my ear. Sometimes songs I’ve heard. Other times songs that are being birthed. There are also personal songs that are between me and my Lord. When music starts dancing fills in my feet. Melodies circle me. How do I capture them and express them? I lift my voice and sing. I’ll dance with the broom while sweeping my floors. I’ll be the best pianist that ever tickled the ivory keys.

My goal is to conquer the fleeting moments of creativity and let the masterpieces flow from my being. I will express the ideas that come forth from the Throne room at the time they are to be released. I believe I can and I will.

I want to be more than just me. This is me!

Is there anything that is preventing the creativity in you from coming forth?

The Feast Of Trumpets

The first of the Fall Feasts of the Lord 2017 started at sundown September 20 through September 21. It’s called Feast Of Trumpets. It is called Yom T’rooah in Hebrew. It is also known as Rosh Hashanah, Head of the Year, and is celebrated as the Jewish New Year.

The blowing of the Shofar announces God’s Manifest Presence.

Exodus 19:13; Leviticus 23; 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17

In the picture above of the apple and honey represent God’s provision and sweetness that He will manifest to us in the coming year.

Blessings as you celebrate and feast with the Lord!

#atozchallenge – We All Praise YAH – James Vincent

We All Praise YAH – James Vincent

We all praise YAH during our times of trials

We all praise YAH our God

When seasons change

Faithful One you stay the same

We all praise YAH our God

For the One who was

And the One who is

For the One who’s coming again

We all praise YAH we all praise YAH

We all praise YAH our God

When the days grow dim

Surety of the life has passed

Into the hands of men like me

I will lift my eyes

For He is my Hope

And I will still praise

YAH my God