Released from the Vise-like Grip of Anger

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Today, I am thanking God for His healing.

Eight years ago, during communion, I made a commitment to Him that I would choose to release the anger I had held onto most of my life as He walked me through my healing and recovery journey.

After decades of trying to rid myself of it through excessive reading, studying, resisting, stuffing, working, denying, etc., I honestly didn’t think I would ever be freed from its vise-like grip on my heart and soul.

This morning, as I partook of communion, I reflected on that moment so many years ago and truly marveled at the fact that I no longer feel any residue of anger anywhere in my being.

What has replaced it, is mercy, compassion, empathy, and forgiveness.

Only God, in His infinite Love and Grace could have wrought this work on my heart.

He keeps ALL of His Promises!

My Heart belongs to Daddy!

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The Watered Lilies

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The Watered Lilies

The MASTER stood in His garden,
Among the lilies fair,
Which His own right hand had planted,
And trained with tend’rest care.

He looked at their snowy blossoms,
And marked with observant eye
That the flowers were sadly drooping,
For their leaves were parched and dry.

“My lilies need to be watered,”
The Heavenly Master said;
“Wherein shall I draw it for them,
And raise each drooping head?”

Close to his feet on the pathway,
Empty, and frail, and small,
An earthen vessel was lying,
Which seemed no use at all;

But the Master saw, and raised it
From the dust in which it lay,
And smiled, as He gently whispered,
“This shall do My work today:

“It is but an earthen vessel,
But it lay so close to Me;
It is small, but it is empty—
That is all it needs to be.”

So to the fountain He took it,
And filled it full to the brim;
How glad was the earthen vessel
To be of some use to Him!

He poured forth the living water
Over His lilies fair,
Until the vessel was empty,
And again He filled it there.

He watered the drooping lilies
Until they revived again;
And the Master saw with pleasure
That His labor had not been vain.

His own hand had drawn the water
Which refreshed the thirsty flowers;
But He used the earthen vessel
To convey the living showers.

And to itself it whispered,
As He laid it aside once more,
“Still will I lie in His pathway,
Just where I did before.

“Close would I keep to the Master,
Empty would I remain,
And perhaps some day He may use me
To water His flowers again.”

– author unknown

#memesbylma

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He Makes My Feet Like Hind’s Feet

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Habakkuk 3:19
The Lord God is my Strength, my personal bravery, and my invincible army; He makes my feet like hinds’ feet and will make me to walk [not to stand still in terror, but to walk] and make [spiritual] progress upon my high places [of trouble, suffering, or responsibility]! For the Chief Musician; with my stringed instruments.

You Whisper My Name

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You Whisper My Name

Struggle – early in life
Never accepted
Never good enough
Don’t belong at all

Deep longing
Very painful
Pulled away
Lonely and afraid

Whisper my name
Comforting words
Respond to the need
Declarations of acceptance

Belonging to You
Called by name
Part of Your Family
Accepted and loved

– Laurie Pontious-Andrews

Isaiah 43:1 – Promise, My Personal Paraphrase

You whisper my name and declare that I am Yours.
#unabashedhope

Finding My Rest in You

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Finding My Rest in You

My heart condemns me.
Voices of shame and condemnation
Threaten to drown out the Truth.

I am unlovable.
I am worthless.
I am not capable.

I question my faith.
Do I belong to the Truth?
Will You also condemn me?

You are greater than those voices.
You know everything.
You know my history.

You see my wounds.
You see my humanity.
You see my need of healing.

I am afraid.
Will You will condemn me?
Will You agree with the loud voices?

Speak to me more loudly
Than the voices of shame.
Be greater than my heart.

Nothing is hidden from You.
Be more powerful than my shame.
Let me find rest in Your Love.

– Laurie Pontious-Andrews
#unabashedhope