Oh, you of little faith,
let not your fear betray
the power God’s given
to stay afloat today.

Oh, you of little trust,
don’t let doubt enter in
keep your eyes on Jesus
not on the raging wind.

Oh, you of little peace,
be not troubled or afraid
cast off your anxious view
and be you not dismayed.

Oh, you of little hope,
He will not let you sink
let your mind reflect on Him
in everything you think.

Oh, you of little faith,
Jesus will save you . . .
take a hold of His hand
and you He will rescue!

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Matthew 14:30-31

“But when he saw the wind boisterous,
he was afraid; and beginning to sink,
he cried, saying, Lord, save me.”

And immediately Jesus stretched
forth his hand, and caught him,
and said unto him, O thou of little faith,
wherefore didst thou doubt?

King James…

The battle with the enemy
will be easier to beat . . .
if we put our trust in Jesus
and leave the battle at His feet.

For we must go to Him,
and give to Him the fight
so He can lead us onward
in the power of His might.

As the battle continues,
He’ll be our strength and Rock
protecting our front and back
until the devil starts to balk.

He will provide for us a refuge,
a fortress and a safe place
He will defend and deliver us
put a hedge around our base.

The battle with the enemy,
will be easier to beat
if we just let Jesus . . .
lead us to a sound defeat!

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2 Samuel 22:2-3

“And he said, The Lord is my rock,
and my fortress, and my deliverer;
The God of my rock; in him will I trust:
he…

They are vivid,

unafraid yet gentle,

not to awaken their maker,

the guardian of dreams.

Slipping along the lunar surface

of sleep

golden pyramids rise from bonfires

only to melt like icebergs in a warming sea.

Her dreams live on like butterflies

breaking free from their chrysalis

with wings of every color.

She still needs her dreams

even as they fade.

art by Sabantha at fine art america

Lord, empty me of me,
so, I can be filled with You
drain my soul of my pride
the stubbornness in it too.

Remove my self-importance,
take my smugness away
get rid of the very thought
I can do things my own way.

Lord, empty me of me,
the arrogance and conceit
to my own selfish will . . .
may I give it a back seat.

Take away the former greed,
the need for self-indulgence
to any unrighteousness . . .
give me a zero tolerance.

Lord, empty me of me,
fill me with the Spirit of You
so I may embody . . .
all You would say and do!

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Romans 8:9

“But ye are not in the flesh,
but in the Spirit, if so be that
the Spirit of God dwell in you.
Now if any man have not the
Spirit of Christ,
he is none…

There’s a cabin set back in the trees, hidden like rabbits among the autumn leaves. In the window that looks out on the sleepy river, there is a writer’s desk  with printer’s ink and fresh flowers kissed by the sun. 

Do you recall the peaceful days we shared  among the redwoods that spoke to us?  Memories evoke such nostalgia for that ache, that fierce crushing devotion.

I left a basket of seeds in the arch of a tree for the birds to scatter, then I etched our names in its bark. I will always remember you and the cabin by the river, the sultry nights I danced for you, sheer layers of silk floating to the herringbone floor.

Oh My little sparrows,
I have given you wings to fly
I’ve watched as you learned
to make your way across the sky.

There have been a lot storms,
you have met along the way
I’ve seen you rise above some
others caused your wings to fray.

I’ve seen you soar like an eagle,
as you waited patiently for Me
I’ve seen you spiral downward
into the rough and stormy sea.

I’ve seen you climb new heights,
as you trusted Me in your flight
I’ve seen you start to plummet
when I wasn’t kept in your sight.

I’ve been with you the whole time,
I have seen you rise and fall
I was there to pick you up
when on my name you called.

Oh, my little sparrows,
I have given you wings to fly
through the storms of life . . .
so on Me you’d learn to rely!