Sometimes depending on what we are dealing with in life, we feel the need for a refreshing from the Spirit of God himself. That is what this poem, Renewal, is all about: God refreshing our souls, and us totally immersed in him. Blessings!
Renew my heart.
Renew my mind.
Renew my thoughts.
My soul entwined.
Your peace within.
Becomes my friend.
Your love without.
It makes me shout.
My spirit groans.
You make it known.
To God.
He sees.
It’s victory.
Other poems for Reflection:
Our last podcast, Lost in the Woods of Trauma, dealt with the process of going from having the trauma identity to reign, to have our identity in Christ to take over. This week’s episode: Grace Aspect of Living With and Healing from Trauma, shares about the embarrassing moments that we all have when we live with and heal from trauma on a daily basis, even when we have come a long way with our healing. It also handles how to see these moments as God sees them. Click to listen!
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who was tempted in every way that we are, yet was without sin. Let us therefore approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy, and find grace to help us in our time of need.
Hebrews 4: 15-16
I am often amazed at how we think we have our days all planned out down to the minute, and then, out of nowhere, things get shifted around. Oftentimes, it comes down to one phone call, a text, or an encounter with someone that changes our plans to God’s plans. Our focus shifts over from our plans to our backpack of burdens.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11, NIV)
About a year and a half ago, I had a day of fighting with grief off and on. I decided that after not feeling any better, I needed to take a walk, get fresh air, and get out of my own thoughts. Walking to the beach to watch the sunset seemed like the perfect idea. After walking a few feet, I ran into my neighbor, and after our encounter, God pressed upon my heart to write this poem, dealing with our backpack of burdens.
Lord, what did my plans look like for tonight?
It was watching your sunset with a ton of delight.
As I walked out the door, the sky grew dark.
Should I walk to the beach, or fly home like a lark?
I walked a few feet and ran into a neighbor.
Then taking my bag of grief, you whispered, “No labor”.
Catching up on life, we talked for a while.
A bless you, a wave, and it ended with a smile.
Lord, what did my plans look like for tonight?
Sharing my backpack of burdens, making my load ever so light.
Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
(Galatians 6:2, KJV)
