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For a Little While…

“Let me carry you for a little while…”

I hear it whispered in every gift He sends.

Still, I try - try to walk, to run, to give…

But my hands are so empty and my footing unsure.

I will fall, I know this - for I’m shaken and weak…

My hands are bruised for my trying - and still I fall.

Then, whispering…whispering softly I hear Him say,

“Why struggle so vainly…be still - be still…

Just let me carry you a little while longer.”

In my stillness I feel His power…In my weakness, He is strong.

Yet, in my stillness I travel further than I would have ever gone alone.

In His arms I am stronger than I was before…

For it is there that I am who I was created to be.

…it is there that I am truly free. -A.L.B.



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on May 20, 2008
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Instead…

I’m still feeling the poetry…suffering from my “condition”. I still haven’t written anything, though…

I decided to read instead - and who better to read in times like these than the psalmist. So, here is one of David’s “poems”…songs….prayers - that I kept returning to:

Psalm 143 (New Life Version)

New Life Version (NLV)

Psalm 143

A Prayer For Help

1 Hear my prayer, O Lord. Listen when I ask for help. Answer me because You are faithful and right.
2 Do not find Your servant guilty, for no man living is right and good in Your eyes.
3 For the one who hates me has made it hard for my soul. He has crushed my life to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, like those who have been dead for a long time.
4 So my spirit grows weak within me. My heart within me is afraid.
5 I remember the days long ago. I think about all You have done. I think about the work of Your hands.
6 I put out my hands to You. My soul is thirsty for You like a dry land.

7 Hurry to answer me, O Lord! My spirit is becoming weak! Do not hide Your face from me, or I will become like those who go down to the grave.
8 Let me hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for I trust in You. Teach me the way I should go for I lift up my soul to You.
9 O Lord, take me away from those who hate me. I run to You to be safe.

10 Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God. Let Your good Spirit lead me on a straight path.
11 Give me new life, O Lord, because of Your name. Bring me out of trouble because You are right and good.
12 In Your loving-kindness cut off those who hate me. Destroy all those who make it hard for my soul, for I am Your servant.

When our thoughts…hurts…even sad little “poems” become prayers, God turns them into something meaningful and full of power.
He hears.
Peace.

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angiebledsoe
on March 27, 2008
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I Should Write a Poem…or go play marbles.

Robert Frost says, “Being a poet is a condition, not a profession.” I understand this. Wanting to write…actually, needing to write can feel like a weight that presses upon me until I just give in and pour out my soul. So, tonight when I try to sleep - if I haven’t written some inane thing or another - the words will roll around in my head like marbles…

The thing is, when I’m in a poetry kind of mood, I rarely feel like writing down whatever is in my head. It’s like the worst possible time to write…to talk, even. I should take a vow of silence when I’m feeling poetic…or at least offer free anti-depressants to all of my readership before they are subjected to my musings.

So, I’m torn. Maybe I’ll just write a poem and never publish it…just keep it to myself. I have hoards of old poetry in boxes around the house already anyway…what’s one more?

…I’m still fighting it - this condition of mine - for the sanity of the masses, I will fight against the rolling marbles…

You’re welcome…Happy Wednesday.

Peace.

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on March 26, 2008
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So, Now It’s Monday…

…and I feel like I thought I would - like a zombie!

Yesterday was awesome. I’m still working on pics from Saturday and Sunday - a few of them are already on the “C3 ROCKS” page, and there are more on the “Women of C3″ blog.

So many people had great things to say about our first service in the theaters. Of course, Byron had some things to say - and then Barry Leather said this.

Darrell had this to say in his blog. And Ali said this about her family’s experience.

Music moves me. All night, the words to one of the songs we sang yesterday played over and over in my head.

“Closer” (by Charlie Hall):

Beautiful are the words spoken to me
Beautiful is the one who is speaking

Come in close, come in close and speak
Come in close, come closer to me

The power of Your words
are filled with grace and mercy
Let them fall on my ears and break my stony heart

Come in close, come in close and speak
Come in close, come closer to me…

For me, yesterday was about grace and mercy - and the power of the Words of God! Now I just need Him to come in closer, closer…and give me - give all of us the strength to keep up this pace.

So, today I’ll rest so that after this week of work, we can do it all over again next Sunday. I’m exhausted - but, the truth is, I can’t wait!

Because, “…beautiful are the words spoken to me” - and “beautiful is the One who is speaking”!

Peace and rest to you.

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on January 7, 2008
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