One Day, You Will Understand

 

Oh my Lord, I do not know what Your plans are
But one day, I know I will understand
The trials I’ve been through so far
The ones I can barely stand

To walk through –
Where were You?

~~~~~

Oh My little children
You ask where I’ve been

You do not realize what I do
But one day, you shall understand.
Waters you passed though – I not only saw you
All the while, I was there,  silently holding your hand.


Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” John 13:07

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they will not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched,
Nor will the flame burn you.” (Isaiah 43:2)


This was inspired by the April 2018 focus Scripture on Inside Cup (I know – it’s been sitting in my drafts for over a year. O.o Shame on me.) and I never shared it. And then recently I was inspired to expand upon it with the Isaiah verse in mind. Hope you enjoyed. ❤

Premonition

She loved God but she loved her sin more.
She could not have two masters, no.
She gave Him most of herself but kept in store
Parts of herself she couldn’t let go.

She was new to her faith
And went back to her addiction,
But one day she saw a wraith;
It was her death’s premonition…

She tried to get herself clean,
She tried not to fall again,
But her willpower wasn’t to be seen,
She was beaten up by sin.

Her heart was utterly destroyed,
All that was left was an empty hole;
But He was eager to fill the void,
And cleanse her darkened soul.

She fell to her knees before His presence,
And in final surrender she gave Him the rest of her life;
Continuing under her own strength made no sense,
She embraced the Ultimate Sacrifice!

Her garments were bleached white,
He forgave her for her wrongdoings,
For this girl was feeling genuinely contrite,
And ashamed over the sinful things.

But, knowing that they no longer existed,
She refused to let rule her emotion;
She no longer foolishly resisted,
And gave Him all of her devotion.

Now when she thought of the future,
It wasn’t so bleak anymore; Jesus, she praised!
She was filled with His joy, she was sure.
He was her Guide through the rest of her days.


In case anyone reading thought this was about drugs or alcohol – while writing this, I had the mindset that any sin can be an addiction, not just those two specifically.   I wanted it to be much broader than just that. 🙂 (Even Accomplishments and Achievements can be an addiction, for instance. 😉 )

Accomplishments and Achievements

(The poem I intended to post on Monday needed a bit more work, therefore it has been scheduled to Wednesday. In case you wondered what happened to it. 😉)

For me, it’s easy for a feeling of accomplishment to be an addiction that gets out of hand and turns into sin.

Finishing a level of Candy Crush and seeing the little girl cheering? Yup. I could play for HOURS. And having it on my iPod… now I see how easy it is to be addicted to a phone. I could carry the gaming addition wherever I went (that has WiFi).

Whenever there was a contest, I was waaaaaaaaay too focused on winning. I’d play for hours to win.

And this win led me to play for HOURS because I didn’t want to waste my prize. (Yes I took screenshots of my wins… I rediscovered them recently and cringed. I was THAT proud of my wins. 😅)

I had to offload all four games from the Candy Crush franchise from my iPod, and I may delete them completely soon.

After reading this post from my friend TR (Accomplishments Becoming An Idol), I realized just how deep this went. Accomplishments and achievements had a hold on me.

Accomplishment – level 13 on Memrise.

This achievement lost on Duolingo upset me more than it should have. I almost considered buying “plus” so I could fix it but… would it be worth it, just for that? The point was, I was learning Spanish. And I still am.

Progress is being made. If I miss a day, does it really matter? One day? Does the streak matter, or does the learning?

And when it comes to Candy Crush, I realized something…

When I stand before God, will this matter?

“God, I didn’t spend that much time with You and I’m sorry. I didn’t have a lot of free time.”

“What about all those hours playing games, child? You did have time.”

“…I was top of the leaderboard. That counts for something, right?”

Wrong.

Would He be proud of these achievements and accomplishments?

That’s probably a no.

Learning a new language has a point. Being able to speak to more of His children. But the games, even though they are so fun and addicting… weren’t worth the hours put into it.

I must admit, this achievement felt good. But I’m trying not to let it become an idol. I don’t use the website every day. On Duolingo, I have the streak freeze activated so if I do skip a day, I don’t lose my streak, but I’m also really enjoying the learning process there (they have Duolingo Stories which I really enjoy alongside their Spanish lessons), so I rarely skip a day. That’s why my streak is back into the 80s… 😅 I keep telling myself it’s not the numbers and if I lose this streak, I won’t be upset. It’s a struggle sometimes but:

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. (Hebrews 12:1-2)

I don’t want to get trapped in the snares of accomplishments and achievements; I want to run the race and keep my eyes on Jesus, my Prize. He is worth it! ❤

Deliverance From Egypt

You brought me out of Egypt
And called me your daughter
Even when I strayed
And a calf of gold was made
You still loved me as my Father

I had taken off my prized jewels
And in doing so, lost all that was holy
And exchanged it for a calf
How I thought it could be even half
Of You my God, is beyond me.

This was another Eden.
I was bitten by snake of sin
In the garden,
And the poison
Ran through my veins

Like you wrote on the tablets
You wrote commandments on the stone
Which was my heart darkened with sin
And You brought it to life again
By the light that you shone

Hear my call, oh Holy One
I cleaned the outside of the chalice
But inside I am still filth
Lord, save me from myself
My heart is in Egypt’s palace!

Kill the deathly flesh in me
Before it sends me to the pit!
First born in flesh, second in the Spirit
As You killed the firstborn in Egypt
Let the Angel of Death take it!

You gave Your all for me
And protect me in your loving hands
How can One so set apart
Love a human whose heart
Still returns to Egypt’s lands?

When this Prodigal Daughter returned to You
You greeted me with a Holy Kiss
You took my inward filth and cleansed
Outwardly became punishment for sin
How could One so holy do this?

Holy are You, holy are you
You are the Spotless Lamb
You are Blameless
You are Shameless
My Sacrificial Ram


And the LORD said to Moses, “Go, get down! For your people whom you brought out of the land of Egypt have corrupted themselves. They have turned aside quickly out of the way which I commanded them. They have made themselves a molded calf, and worshiped it and sacrificed to it, and said, ‘This is your god, O Israel, that brought you out of the land of Egypt!’ ” (Exodus 32:7-8)

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you cleanse the outside of the cup and dish, but inside they are full of extortion and self-indulgence. Blind Pharisee, first cleanse the inside of the cup and dish, that the outside of them may be clean also.” Mat 23:25-26

“And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him.” (Luke 15:20 – Parable of the Prodigal Son)

As obedient children, do not be conformed to the former lusts which were yours in your ignorance, but like the Holy One who called you, be holy yourselves also in all your behavior; because it is written, “YOU SHALL BE HOLY, FOR I AM HOLY.”
If you address as Father the One who impartially judges according to each one’s work, conduct yourselves in fear during the time of your stay on earth; knowing that you were not redeemed with perishable things like silver or gold from your futile way of life inherited from your forefathers, but with precious blood, as of a lamb unblemished and spotless, the blood of Christ. (1 Peter 1:14-19)

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. (Second Corinthians 5:17)

And that ye put on the new man, which after God is created in righteousness and true holiness. (Ephesians 4:24)

And have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge after the image of him that created him… (Colossians 3:10)


Note: When I speak of the angel of death, I am talking about the flesh man. Flesh has to die so that the spirit can live. The putting on of the new man. The new creature. 🙂

Hello and welcome to another episode of a Bible Study collaboration with Olivia from Refreshing Spirit! (<– Click the link to read her post!) This week, we studied on the topic of, “The Law of God, The Command To Holiness.” This time, my mind went to Egypt for some reason, especially after studying the Commandments a bit. 🙂

Under This Smile

Under This Smile

Under this smile
There is a side
You never get to see.

All the while,
Pain does reside
In the depths of me.

Depression is a thief,
Stealing happiness
And leaving despair,

And utter grief.
I must confess,
I wish wasn’t there.

I can try to cover it
Like putting makeup
On a painful scar,

And try to smother it,
But soon I give up,
And don’t get too far.

I can play pretend
Temporarily,
But it forthwith

Comes to an end.
There is a part of me
That wants to show this,

And yet, the other
Part wants to hide
It shamefully.

It is yet another
Thing I wish to confide
I’m desperate to be free.

It’s harder when
I’m asked why;
I have no answer,

And I’m dejected again.
To my Savior I cry,
For Him to cure.

Fearful being rejected again;
I don’t want to open
My heart and soul,

For fear of then
Inviting Sadness in
To eat me whole.

“But You already know
My heart; You, most Holy,
Won’t reject me.”

This begins a slow
Healing from melancholy,
Defeating the Enemy.

It is one more ploy
Of the pirate to plunder
My hopeless spirit,

But my Savoir restores joy
And I begin to wonder,
Can I beat it?

Jesus has the victory
Over the whole world.
Death and sin have lost

Because His mighty
Plan was unfurled
When His Son paid the cost!

This and more is going
On inside of my brain
All at the same time.

But none is showing,
No, none of the pain
That’s under this smile of mine.


They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. (Psalm 126:5 KJV)

The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:18)

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3 ESV)

My flesh and my heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. (Psalm 73:26 NKJV)

So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? (First Corinthians 15:54-55 KJV)

He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of His people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it. (Isaiah 25:8 KJV)


This is one of my longer poems. I know, it doesn’t have the usual victory message at the very end, but… I was being real. I know there will be victory in the end, but sometimes in the moment, you just don’t feel it. That doesn’t mean that it isn’t true though. 😉 He will have the victory. 🙂

“Come!”

“Come!”

Jesus, You are my peace.
You rescued my soul
From the darkest hole,
Your wonders never cease!

I want to worship You all the day long,
And fill the air with Your loving song!

You saved me from
The deepest pit,
Took me out of it,
And said to me, “Come!”

I want to sing my Lord praise
All of the rest of my days

When the abyss calls to me
I cry to my Savior
And I don’t waver
Because He set me free!

I want to write my Love an ode.
He took my burdens, my load!

I left the abyss in the past.
It hasn’t a grip,
And even if I slip,
He’ll pull me out fast!

Don’t Be Lukewarm!

To almost forgive
Is to hold onto hate.
Malice flows like a sieve,
While odium waits.

To almost believe,
Is to blatantly deny.
Skepticism must leave,
Or one will surely die.

To be almost sincere,
Is to genuinely lie, I’m sure.
Not being as one appears
Is oneself’s way to perjure.

To be almost saved,
Is to be totally lost.
The eternal grave,
Is the fiery cost.

There is no “almost” to be found,
Of this, I must warn!
There is no middle ground,
Don’t be lukewarm!

boiling-water-in-pot

Matthew 22:36-38:
“Master, which is the great commandment in the law?”
Jesus said unto him, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment.”

Revelation 3:15&16:
“I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.”

He knows all that we do, and He knows all that we feel too. He tells us that the first commandment is to love Him with all our heart. I don’t want my love for Him to be “almost hot”; no, I don’t want to be lukewarm. I don’t want Him to spit me out. I want my love for Him to burn like a fiery flame!

 

Thank you to Miriam for the idea to do this post! 🙂 ♥

Also, thank you to a church sign for the quote that started the poem: “To be almost saved is to be totally lost.”