A journey in creativity and faith
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Like a queen
I sat on a cloud
when I opened my eyes
and tripped
I looked for my wings
They were gone
I fell down
hit a rock
landed in the ocean
Tears and blood
Dying
Light opened my eyes
Hands with the size of a mountain
pulled me out of the water
Like a baby I lay
in my Father’s arms
He breathed life into me
We sat at the foot of the cross
Doves and rose petals
flew above my head
This is a guest poem by Billy Charles Root
In order that I deal with my fears
I must put away my tough guy veneer
I will write them all down right here
before my God and peers
“The only thing we have to fear
is fear itself”
-FDR, 1932
I fear, fearing fear
I fear fearing that which has no reason to be feared and not fearing that which does.
I fear what others think of me
How I look, what I wear, what I say and think, what, how and why I write.
I fear liking or even loving things that are a waste of said like and love
The babbling of crude jokes and cigarettes to smoke, fornicate TV
and I instead of we
I fear addiction to the mind control of men, having their minds controlled by men, having their minds controlled by the evil one
I fear never getting it right and failing with every sight day and night while pretending I’m alright
I fear sleeping,
Eye’s closed missing out , life passing by, not seeing the tomorrow come and the old become new
I fear dying, dying before I’ve done what I’ve been created to do, falling short, falling down and ending incomplete
I fear missing the point altogether and caring for perishable perishables
I fear forgetting, forgetting why and what for and where next, what time and how much may be left , names and faces and love
I fear anger, am I capable of going too far if someone hurts me or hurts me by hurting them
Above all I fear most arriving at the throne with no crown to lay down and hearing “I never knew you, depart from me you vile and wicked servant”
© Billy Charles Root
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I’m honored to present a guest post by Brooke Lynn, author of Raised by Strangers.
I want to share this meaningful letter with you that I received in my spirit in September of 2012, from God, our loving Father. I was steadfast in prayer and begging for my heart’s desire which was to publish my first book. I prayed and believed God with every fiber of my being that He would one day allow me to share my story with the world, using my pain to glorify Him. This was His response to me:
God reminded me of my first trip to the beach at the age of nine. This trip was traveled with my two female caretakers who abused me. Listen to the words of comfort and peace spoken to my heart by our compassionate and faithful God. ~ If you pray, God will answer! We just have to listen, be still and sometimes wait~
“The ocean is your peace, so sweet and so surreal; you wonder if it’s a dream but realize it’s all for real.
You watch and hear the seagulls flying low for you to see, it’s at this time and in this beauty you view creation; see it is Me!
In California, you set your feet upon the sand and felt the water. You weren’t paying attention to me but I was holding onto you, my daughter.
Remember at that time you felt such a sense of peace. And now comes another time when you can breathe, relax and release.
Your memories are painful and hard to understand. At times I carried you, and at others I held your hand.
When you asked Me to reveal myself and questioned my reality; I surely didn’t disappoint you after all the things I let you see.
You never gave up hope or any of your faith. You just kept believing and praying, calling on my name.
And here I am right now, standing next to you; embracing you ever tightly, so faithful, real and true.
Let us join together in a relationship of delight. I will never leave you, morning, noon or night.
The prayers you pray I answer, your words rock My Throne. The prayers you pray I answer and I will give you bread and not a stone.
Do not question if you are crazy; it is Me you feel and hear. I am very close, so familiar, and holding onto you my dear.
And what is it you ask and want of me; to publish your book and work in ministry?
To help others is your desire and to glorify me in all you do, I will say yes to you sweet child, and work side by side with you.
Keep your focus on me and let’s grow doing this as a team. I have yet more to offer you, more than you can imagine think or dream.
And you ask Me today to clearly give you a sign. Will your book be published? Yes, and with only God’s great design.
You will have the book and many others too, but stay focused on the simple, My love and relationship with you.
You will keep growing and more revelation will come. And sometimes it won’t be the end even when you think you are done.
If you want a best seller and to reach many for my glory,
Keep praying to reveal Jesus with your life’s story.
My love, power, peace, strength, and the Holy Spirit will anoint you and see you through.
Draw Close To Me, And I Will Draw Close To You!
Love,
Jesus
And my dear friends I am forever thankful to God for His word. “God is not a man, so he does not lie. He is not human, so he does not change his mind. Has he ever spoken and failed to act? Has he ever promised and not carried it through?” (Numbers 23:19)
I tried to find you
inside the construct of information
I tried to find you
inside structures and lectures
I tried to mold you
to fit my frame of mind
I tried to find you
inside Excel and MS Word
But you are no pdf-file
You are no pattern or scheme
I found you
in my self-destruction
I found you
in the Word that was written
before life came to life
You are beyond any comprehension
You are no reflection but a person
You are three, and one
You are more than a man
I stand before the door
to the sky,
before the door
to the way of truth and life
I ask you
can you forgive me?
This is the first time I am doing this, and I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but I’ll try anyway.
Dear you
I am in a nice place now. Actually, it’s a fantastic place.
Before I arrived, I had to wait for a long time. I was tired, half-asleep, half-hopeful, half-afraid of walking on the dark road, but I didn’t give up.
I made it to a door. I asked myself: “Have I walked in the right direction? Is this the right door?” I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door was opened immediately. A strong light met my eyes. I came into the arms of a light brighter and warmer than the sun.
A tall strong man met me. “Come inside,” he said, “don’t be afraid.”
Now I lie in the soft green pastures, listening to the gentle tones of the still waters.
Grandmother tells me to say hello. We have just had dinner. We sang the prayer “All good gifts around us”. Do you remember this song?
All good gifts around us
are sent from heaven above;
then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord
for all his love.
(All good gifts around us by Jane M. Campbell)
I don’t know what more to tell you…Do you know that you are loved?
From me
I am about to seal the envelope and give it to Gabriel when he looks at me and coughs. Then I remember. I open the envelope and add:
Do you know that you are loved? John 3:16
From me
I watch Gabriel fly away with the letter to my heart in 2014. I hope I will remember just a few words of the letter when I wake up.
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