All It Takes is a Made Up Mind

It's been so long since I have written:
a poem, blog or even a song.
Many thoughts shut in my mind,
and wonderment of my sanity occupied me.
As a child I wrote ---even before I could spell well---
I wrote to release anger and pain.
I rhymed and created metaphors for my hurt and my shames.
How incredible it is to look back and see..
Oh, how long I let my pen roll away from me.
I was filled with poetic words,
being once told of my Godmother
"you speak in poem."
It was my language, it was my dream....
in a way, it was my peace of mind
a friend in the needed times.
Poetry, I have missed you.
The beauty of words,
allowed me to find beauty in myself, in life and in those around me.
The sweetness of expressed love enlightened me--
intrigued me.
It's been so long since I have written
for fun, for pleasure, for ME!
All it takes is a made up mind....
I feel my hands warming and my mind rushing....
this is joyful, this is what I love!
My passion...was never lost just set aside.
Piles of journals, books of inspiration and the people I love....
I see each everyday and continuously said to myself
"I will write again for you."
I realize those things and those people were really telling me...
"Pick up the pen for you."
All it takes is a made up mine....
My passion has not burned out...
it cried out for fuel (a made up mind).

Wait for God’s Command

How determined are we, as “people,” willing to do what is right? How many of us would give up fame and fortune, for milk and Po’-Boy sandwiches? When will we start NOT CARING, to show that we DO CARE? Here is something to think about, right?

            My family and I recently took a trip to a local grocery store. When we met a very peculiar someone, I will finish about him shortly. When I got home I had this feeling that I learned something so powerful. I began to question myself. Am I doing what I should? What did I forget to do? What am I looking over and not getting done? Why does the thought of him not leave me? Why did it tie into my reading? Wow! Okay, time for bed. Good-night!

            Well, God showed me the answers to all my questions before they were even presented to me! I have been reading about Moses’ experience with God. This rather, peculiar person said not a word to me; and, yet he touch my heart dearly and strong. Exodus 4: 10-11 “And Moses said to the Lord, ‘O my Lord, I am not eloquent, neither heretofore, nor since thou hast spoken to thy servant: but I am slow of speech, and slow of tongue.’ And the LORD said to him, ‘Who hath made man’s mouth? or who maketh the dumb, or the deaf, or the seeing, or the blind? have not I the LORD?”

            I cannot begin to tell you how often I know that something is about to happen; and, yet I question the “how will I’s?” repeatedly until the day.  The “he” that I met did not look like he ever would ask God a question like Moses did, or even us, at times. Truly, it looked like he knew where he wanted to go and was waiting on a command to tempt the drive. He sat in the driver’s seat of the vehicle with NO HANDS, SHORT LEGS, and could not possibly where his seatbelt correctly. Yet, HE WAITED! Waited, and waited. Many times before this night, I had read in God’s words how to wait on Him, He would provide and make a way, and that He would never leave me. When I arose this morning, I smiled at the thought of him sitting in the driver’s seat of a car that he was provided with, just waiting for a command. My Prayer: Dear God, sometimes I want what I think I need, and want to be where I can get it. Lord, you are my God and King. I am thankful for every time you slowed me down and faced my heart to the signs of your love. I am thankful for all that you created. Bless me, and all who hear your words, to wait for your command and know that you will not ask us to do anything that we aren’t capable of. Your word proves to us that we can do all things through Christ, who gives us strength. In the name of Jesus, Amen!          

Meet the “he” who has given me hope and has touched my heart, in the precious name of Jesus. He may not be human, but he’s been more helpful than any rich agent I have ever seen.