Apologies

To all the wonderful people that are so close to my heart and who frequent my humble blog - also those whose blogs I've come to follow over time.

I need to apologise for not posting regularly or visiting your sites as frequently as I would have liked the past month or so. I've been sick for more than a month now, and it has intermittently kept me away from work, friends and ultimately the blogging world.

I've decided, until I'm completely on my feet again, to take a short hiatus from blogging and the blogging world in general.

You are all in my thoughts and prayers. Unfortunately, not being able to frequent all of your sites doesn't seem fair and you guys deserve so much better!

Take very good care of yourselves, all you beautiful people, and we'll chat soon!

Love, S.C.

a gift divine

I come to You
my hands clasped tight
and held fast to my chest.
within their grip
I hold my praise,
my love, my very best...

with eyes downcast
I swallow hard
for it is all I have to give
an impure love
that’s stained and marred
by a past of sin and grief.

Oh!
that I could give You
what I want!
a love that’s whole and pure!
but I’m afraid
this life of mine
is broken and obscure.

why do you want
this praise, my God,
why desire my love?
don’t you realise who I am?
where I’ve been
and what I’ve done?

only you
can give this love
none other can define,
no one else
can take your place
within this Heart of mine!

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When we come before the almighty God, our love, praise and worship feels so unworthy. What could we possibly have to offer Him? Truth is that there is nothing He desires more than to enjoy the unique relationship that only YOU can have with Him.

loving you

loving you came easy

and was the natural thing to do

when I met you

not long after

I knew that I loved you

loving you and living it

was like breathing in and out

every day I learnt more

of what love was all about

loving with you hurting me

was beyond the realm of mind:

how could I harbor feelings

that to my soul were so unkind?

loving made it easy

to forgive

to heal my wounds

through it all I never lost

this love that burns for you

love enabled Him to heal

and restore my heart and soul

it was Love that taught me

day by day

how to keep my spirit whole

trusting Him, not you, to catch me

makes me not afraid to fall

loving you while loving Him

is the easiest thing of all!

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If we place our trust with God, not people, it can never be betrayed!

beautiful

did you know that I was there
the day you were conceived?
you were but a tiny spec
when a masterpiece was weaved!

I gave very clear instructions
and a blueprint, checked each day,
so that you were formed as I imagined
you to be that glorious day!

each day I tinker, here and there
My work is never done,
I see you changing, day by day,
into the beauty you’ve become!

whatever flaws you think you have
they are not flaws to Me,
you are the glorious work of art
you were designed to be!

I look at you, you cannot know
the beauty that I see,
the only one in billions
to fill the you-shaped hole in Me!

- God

Emotions...

This poem is by one of my oldest friends, Bernadine. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us!


EMOTIONS

The framework that human beings are made of…
Good, bad, sad, uncomfortable, just to name a few…

Emotions…
Like the waves of the sea it just throws us
To and fro, to and fro…
Not giving us a chance to think… feel...

Emotions…
Like the wind it just comes out of nowhere…
Like the wind it could blow you over.
Like the wind… you just can’t see it
Where it’s going... where it’s coming from

Emotions…
Feelings of a lost soul…
Feelings you just can’t get rid of…
Feelings unstoppable….
Feeling in every way…

It’s like a never ending maze.
Taking you from one side to the other
Throwing you… not caring if you’ll get hurt or not
Throwing you… as if you have no feelings at all…

Emotions…

not yours but Mine

Father God, it’s been so long
since I’ve known inner peace
the turmoil in me,
every day,
it seems to never cease.
I’m weary, Lord,
my mind grows weak
as I battle through it all,
Remember I will catch you, child,
every time you fall!

I start to doubt the promises
that I once held in my heart
and though I know You to be here
we seem so far apart!
I long to feel Your presence
as though in a soft embrace,
My child, I’ve never let you go,
no matter what you’ve faced!

I know this too shall pass so I
can feel whole once again,
I cannot wait to feel your love
as it heals me from within -
My child!
One thing you seem to miss
while you battle all this time:
you’ve been fighting with your own strength
when in fact it should be Mine!

thin blue line

She sat on the edge of the bath, staring down at the stick in her hand. She started pacing. 3 minutes have never felt so long! She closed her eyes and started praying. Please! Please! Help me, Lord! Please what? Help with what? She glanced at her watch again.

1 minute … What did she want from this? It’s true, she wanted a baby more than anything! But did she want to bring a child into this world? Into this marriage?

She paced in the small bathroom. He didn’t want children. He had made that perfectly clear. But she’d always thought that when it happened he would change his mind. He had already contacted the divorce lawyer, and had started looking for another place to live. She placed a hand below her navel and stared ahead at a world of possibilities. What if he changed his mind? What if he realised what he would be walking away from? What if this changed him?

2 minutes… What if he asked her to get rid of it! Never! She would rather die than kill her unborn child. She would just not tell him. Yes! She would go through with the divorce and just not tell him of the miracle growing inside her. He didn’t want children – so she would not burden him with this knowledge. He would not have the opportunity to poison this little life!

2 minutes and 30 seconds… Her insides screamed in confusion and clawed at her emotions until they were ragged and threatening to fall apart. God, help me!

3 minutes.

She looked down. With the stick still in her hand, she slid down onto the floor. She stared at the tiny window. Tears broke through and rolled down her cheeks until her shoulders shook. She lay there sobbing her heart out. For her broken marriage, for the child that never was, and for her life that now seemed emptier than ever!

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At the risk of sounding cliché, we don’t always get what we want, but we always get what we need. Even though it may not feel like it at the time…