Day 4

So, I’m behind a couple of days but the good news is I’m catching up. Today’s writing is actually a song that I cowrote with Zack. Unfortunately, the singer in the family has lost his voice so you will have to wait to hear it. For now you can look at the lyrics and just wonder about how it will sound. It’s good, I promise. P.S. I have metaphor that I’ve written for day 5. I’m thinking it will be on the blog in the morning… Hopefully. 

 

 

Micah 7 

When our shame covers our faces

Like a fog upon the earth

And our hands have penned the pages of our guilt

A story no one wants to tell

 

Will You be merciful?

Because we were wrong

We need grace

 

Cast our sins where no one reaches

Crush our idols underfoot

For You alone know steadfast love

You alone will pardon us

 

Now the enemy is taunting

Surely we do not belong

But that lie does not convince us

Because our God has heard our prayer

 

You’ve cast our sins where no one reaches

Crushed our idols underfoot

For you alone know steadfast love

You alone have pardoned us

 

Rejoice not over me, O my enemy

For when I fall, I will rise

and when I sit in darkness, He’s my light

For when I fall, I will rise

 

You’ve been merciful

When we were wrong

You gave us grace

 

You’ve cast our sins where no one reaches

Crushed our idols underfoot

For you alone know steadfast love

You alone have pardoned us

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Day 3

It’s day 3 and I waited until the last minute to write. I love today’s writing and not because I think it’s great. Honestly, it was difficult to write because I decided to do a Haiku. The guidelines of that style of poem are strict although less so in recent times. Typically, a Haiku follows a 5-7-5 theme but I decided to do a 6-8-6 theme which was hard enough. The reason why I loved writing today is because it wasn’t about eloquent words. It is about what is behind the words. My research was so much fun. I’ll go ahead and share the simple short poem, explain a little bit about where I’m coming from and then I’ll give you the links to my research in case you feel up to reading some cool stuff.

Victory

Pure dove over waters

Sinless lamb led to the slaughter

Royal white horse rider

Ok, like I said, nothing super catchy here. I want to share with you how this came about. First, a disclaimer. I am no grand theologian. I would like to be but my focus right now is on being a mom and a wife and lets be honest… It’s a miracle that I had time to do this tonight. Anyway, I was mulling over what to write and the image of the rider on a white horse from Revelation 19 came to mind. By the way, I can’t wait to see Him. I am terrified and overjoyed at the thought. Holy cow, if you haven’t read Revelation 19, stop reading this and go read that. If you’re sticking around to read my tiny thoughts… I’ll continue. I read that passage and wondered why God chose a “white” horse. I love imagery. LOVE it. Jesus, Savior of the world chose a white horse to ride in defeating the beast. The horse displays power and honor as it is usually a King’s choice. The color white in this instance is thought to mean victory. Our God is victorious! These thoughts quickly reminded me of the lamb. Also, a white animal. Imagery of the lamb is threaded throughout the entire bible. “Behold, the Lamb of God…” as spoken by John the Baptist. This lamb was slaughtered for our sins but was not to remain in the grave, He rose on the third day. My mind halted… Wait… John the Baptist, baptized Jesus. Imagery from another animal was involved. The dove. Also, a white animal. This particular animal is also used throughout scripture. In this instance a symbol for the Holy Spirt. The dove was also thought to describe the Holy Spirit hovering over the face of the waters in Genesis. In the story of Noah the dove was sent out three times and the third time it did’t return. The Dove and Lamb are sacrificial animals meant for peace. The Horse… not so much.

I just think that although white tends to mean purity, it also means victory. The sign of hope is fulfilled. Jesus has been victorious all along… even in the most grim of circumstances.

Listen, do I have a conclusion on what all this mean? No. My research is weak at best but our God is too great an author to write such a detailed text that includes such beautiful repetitive imagery, and it mean nothing. It is rich to me. It is abundance to me. I like that I don’t have it all figured out. I can’t wait to see the full picture. Until then, I’ll learn, dream, and hope.

Here are the websites I looked at (I have no idea if they are reputable, Just found them interesting):

“White Horse”

“Lamb”

“Dove”

Day 2

Today is Day 2 of the 7in7 challenge. Yesterday’s writing was definitely more sobering. Today, I decided to lighten it up and write about a place that I love. I’ll probably add on to it later. Anyway, every year my family visits Creston, NC. It is in the middle of no where and is so beautiful. We went this summer and I believe it was one of the most enchanting times we’ve been. Still feeling rusty with my writing but here goes.

Summer Sings

Summer sings a different song

When fireflies light up mountain sides

Hills wrap up in flowers wild

And berries bud with sticking thorns

Summer sings a different song

When babbling streams meet thundering falls

Lapping lakes marry tall mountain scapes

And there are more stars than dark night sky

Summer sings a different song

When families join for stories told

Fire crackles and roasts chilled bones

And hearts ache to leave no more

How I got here and why.

I have been talking about wanting to set up a blog so I could start writing again for months now. My husband listened kindly, encouraged me and agreed I should write. I used to write all of the time and loved the expression of creativity it gave me. It has been YEARS since I have written for pleasure.

This week Zack just happened to be participating in a creativity marathon of sorts. It’s called 7in7. Basically, you are supposed to create 7 pieces of art in 7 days. Go to create7in7.com to learn more. Anyway, he convinced me to join him in the challenge to jump start my writing again. So here goes. I’m going to start writing. It’s for me. If others read great but I really just want a space to record whatever I produce. I just want to write. 

Here is Day 1 of 7: 

This particular writing is from an experience I had just a few years ago when we lost one of our best friends. The feelings are still very real. Today, we found out that one of the members of our church passed away. We did not know him but I couldn’t help but think of his wife and family as I thought of Diana and the Fowlers not to mention the sting of my own heartache. 

 

The Sting

 

In one simple yet intricately designed moment

You are strangely stung by the darkest of shadows

Maybe a thought had just made its rigid pathway across your mind

You may have even tasted joy or known the sweetness of a laugh

Unfortunately the words of devastation must come

The ones you thought impossible to hear

Instantly, prickling heat creeps up your body

Like a slithering serpent, sapping and squeezing out every hope

Every hope but One

Your heart takes a free fall, the cord snaps, you crash

You’ve lost it for now and maybe forever

It is the most intimate pain

Personal in every way

Consumed as if stuck under the barrel of a wave

Your well intended mind searches frantically for an alternative

There are none

You’ve lost your love

It took its last passionate breath with him

It feels like impossibility rules that throne and what a harsh king it is

The truth is

The morning sun crawls out of its nightly grave

The God fearing will too

Our one hope hangs on with valiant strength

The cup was entirely consumed

Resurrection was beautifully bought

We live

The sting removed

The ointment placed

Don’t fret

Healing is coming