Thanksgiving Blessing

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Lord,
Today, may God’s presence in our hearts
Be one reason we have to be thankful.
May our presence in others hearts
Be one reason they have to be thankful.
May the gratitude we express to You be genuine,
And the gratitude others express to God for us be real.
May this Thanksgiving prayer be a light for You
May our lives be a beacon for others to find You.
          Amen

d.f.a.v. 11/26/14
—Donna

Cottage by the Sea – Thanksgiving

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Abba Father,

I’m thankful for so many things
From my heart Cottage by the Sea
Today as I take life’s inventory
These make gratitude within me sing…

Our God whose Spirit in me dwells
Whose Word has instructed through the years
A loving God who saves my tears
For who the ocean waves toss and swell.

Love invisible to the worldly eye
That keeps no record of wrongs
That in patience and humility stays strong
A love designed for joys and sighs.

The preciousness of family near
Of births and growth and dying too
Laughter at the memories time pursues
Of the bittersweet recall of cheer and tears.

A quiet, kindred church support
United in mission for God above
Wrapped in the cloak of His uniting love
Our faith in God designed rapport.

Sunrises on mornings after nights I’ve wept
A perfect cup of coffee to warm my hands
As the sun runs down like time’s sands
Sunsets replaced by night skirts swept.

A bird in flight, a horse at gallop
Children at play beneath shady trees
The pollen gathering of bumble bees
Bright red balloons going up, up, up.

A brook of chilly but clear flowing water
The crunch of fallen crimson leaves
A sure assurance of what I believe
The gift of wisdom from a God much smarter.

Today has its aches and chronic pain
My eyes see much I cannot do
But finding love from God so true
Sends my soul to soar with no restrain.

A few moments to tell You Lord, thank You
For the gift of Jesus for my sin
Who by rising from the grave a new day begins
Fulfillment of a promise kept and true.

Thank You for these sandy shores
This heart Cottage by the Sea
Where we meet so regularly
A fore glimpse of Heaven forever more.
                             d.f.a.v.  11/25/14
Father, I thank You,
—Donna

Questions of the Day

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if the believers in this world came together
across denominational lines
not seeing color, gender or age
forgetting how its always been done
and that the wheel must always be reinvented
what, with God’s leadership, could be accomplished?

could hunger be eliminated forever,
or world peace become yours and mine
perhaps good will be the last of history’s page
or the world see Jesus in us, knowing God’s Son
perhaps those lost in idol worship be enlightened
or domestic and child abuse be forever erased?

perhaps, if we could surrender one hundred percent
give up all of ourselves to serve His will
then if these accomplishments were His plan
no doubt of the wrongs we His children could help right
or how much nicer this world in which we live
could turn around to be for all humanity.

but if we who claim we love Him can’t reinvent
our walk with Him, our how about others we feel
then who will be Him living here, doing all we can
who will walk to our brothers in darkness with His light
how will the world know what God has to give
to each one of us in our human fragility?

these are my questions today.
                d.f.a.v.  11/23/14
—Donna

Is it Arrogance?

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If God, in His mercy waits,
If He carries out His plan
That everyone would have the chance
To know Him…
Really know Him…
With their whole heart…whole mind…whole strength.
Who am I to puff out my pride
Declaring God is unfair?

He never promised life would be fair.

Did I speak the universe into being?
With my hands did I mold my image
And breathe life into lungs?
Did I design…
From man’s ribs, woman…
Wife…partner…helpmeet…comfort…
Then where did God begin
Consulting with the created?

He never said He was at our beck and call.

If God allows mankind free will,
If He tells us straight up the consequences
Of the sins we continue on doing,
Nothing unclear…
Nothing not absolute…
If He’s told us…warned us…laid it on the line…
Then where do I, a sinner saved by grace
Begin to imagine I am in control?

Can I control my own self, much less someone else?

Is it anything more than arrogance?
Anything less than illusions of grandeur
That opens my mouth to question God’s timing,
Or His wisdom…
Or His methods…
Or His fairness…His abilities…His love…
Really, where do I get off
Trying to tell God, the I Am, what He should do?

Let me express my love, devotion, and gratitude…
And leave the arrogance at home.
               d.f.a.v.   11/20/14
—Donna

Because You and I are Here

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“When did God change?” She said.
“When did He divorce Himself from mankind?
God no longer hears our pleas.
His children are begging for bread.
Are pleading for healing.
And God stands far off, head turned, silent.”

“I understand your point,” I reply.
“But you have no proof God divorced us.
He does hear our pleas and He answers.
When did man stop being God’s hands?
Stop giving to those in need?
Start standing there, judging God guilty of indifference?”

“No, you don’t get it,” she said.
“God sent manna and quail now He shuts the heavens.
He touched people or spoke healing into them.
He said He wants to give us good gifts yet,
God taunts us with the successes of the wicked.
No, God of Abraham and Peter has left us.
How can anything else be determined?”

“Because God carries us,” I replied.
“Carries us through storms, troubles of this world.
He calls His people to meet needs of one another.
He heals miraculously, through knowledge He allowed man,
And sometimes by bringing us home.
If you see a hungry person do you feed them?
Are you His heart, hands and feet?”

“Finally,” I speak gently to her,
“God hasn’t divorced us, or left us to suffer alone.
The proof is in your questions.
The answer in the fact you and I
Are still here, still capable of being God’s representative
To the hurting, the tired, the frightened.
God is here because you and I are here.”
                d.f.a.v.  11/19/14
—Donna

O Child, Child, Child

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Oh Child, Child, Child
What is it you are doing?
Why are you selling yourself so cheap?
Like that fine mind and tender heart
That Our Father gave you is nothing?

Oh Child, Child, Child
Who is it who is paying?
When the day’s work is done?
You come home with a blooded up heart
‘Cause you sold out easily by just not caring.

Oh Child, Child, Child
You are the one selling
You are the one who is paying
Why can’t you see you are more valuable than this?
How with just a touch of effort
You could reap the unbelievable at harvesting?

Oh Child, Child, Child
What is it you are doing?
Why are you selling yourself so cheap?
Like your heart and your soul
They aren’t who you are in the mirror
Or the clothes you wear or your followers you’re tweeting?

Oh Child, Child, Child
Since the day you were born
We’ve been telling you your beauty
Is even greater on the inside than out.
To try your best at every task and
To embrace all God has set for you knowing.

Oh Child, Child, Child
What is it you are doing?
Why sell yourself so cheap?
Like your fine mind and tender heart
Aren’t more valuable than this?
Oh Child, wake up to this knowing.
               d.f.a.v.  11/18/14
—Donna

Artifical Sweeteners

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Wigs, toupees, extensions and weaves
Artificial nails, plastic surgeon tricks of the trade
Push-up bras also adorned to deceive
Corsets and laces, lifts and fashion crazes.

Flirts, tweets, computers behind which to hide
Were we ever told you’re okay being who you are?
Women and men, truth at their side
When did eye candy become what sets the bar?

Women once taught to hide their brains
Men who knew it all not knowing a thing,
Demure and timid ’til the wedding ring
A gentleman in public but the scoundrel king.

Few have been honest down through the years
For none wants to feel unloved without care
So we plot and we alter how we appear
But One sees us all along as we are.

For God looks upon the heart
He’ll tell you looking your best is not a crime,
But are you yourself or the actress in the part?
When do you step up into real time?

Trickery, plotting and make-believe takes a toll
With these a true love match can’t be made,
We are who we are deep in our souls
Can you hear what’s there before you fade?

Family, friends, marriage, our kids
Each relationship a foundation on which to build,
Is honesty then not the very best bid,
The best seeds to sow in these fields?

Sugar or artificial sweeteners for you
What, which or who will you choose?
When the results are in its what you do
You decide which you will pursue.
                     d.f.a.v.   11/17/14
—Donna

From the Cottage by the Sea 11/14/14 at 2:39 a.m.

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Abba Father;
Read a line in a devotional Lord
“my acknowledgement of my need for You is a”profound strength”.
During days I cling to You without ceasing
I see myself as weak…broken…frail
Yet, You tell me I’m wrong.
That merely admitting I need You produces a sweet song.

I’m also reminded You reign Supreme with no aid from me
Everywhere in everything You’re there in Sovereignty
It’s hard when I lose my way
Because I take my eyes from You
Focusing on the path and not You.

Surrendering myself with absoluteness
Truly turning each burden over
What could a God supreme in sovereignty accomplish?
Will I ever know You perfectly?
Will I see a time I surrender all
And don’t take it back again because I fall?

Such a life wholly given to You
Will it ever be possible for me?
Everytime I falter lift me up, Lord.
When the cup is bitter and darkness surrounds
Lift the cup to my lips and may morning bloom
With You making note I have not gone.
d.f.a.v. 11 / 1 3/14
—Donna

This Child

This is a re-blog from November 5, 2012.

Here is this one child, whose smile is rare and strained

This one child whose life is stolen by another’s drug abuse

This one child in a wasteland of broken promises

This one child, this child, the child so in need

This child whose hope is nearly gone…

This child needs a voice…this child needs a home.

There is this child, whose body is battered and worn

This one child whose life is a bloody canvas of hatred

This child who has felt blows and curses for existing

This one child, this child, the child so in need

This child whose hope is fading fast…

This child needs a voice…the child needs a home.

See there is this child, whose stomach twists in hunger

See there is this child who has never known fullness

See there is this child who has eaten the unimaginable

See there is one child, this child, this child so in need

See there is this child whose hope threatens flight…

See there is this child needing a voice…this child needs a home.

Hear the heart of this child, whose parents walked away

Hear the tears of this child whose life turned upside down

Hear the heart of this child who does not comprehend

Hear the silence of this child, this child, this child so in need

This child whose hope struggles on…

Hear the heart of this child be their voice…this child needs a home.

Here is this child, whose mother’s promises to “get right”

This child, this one child whose world centers on those promises

This child who loves their mother in spite of the pain

This child who is fostered in a financially struggling system

This child whose hope fights to live…

This child needs a voice…this child needs a home.

There is this child, whose newborn cries wake strangers

There is this child whose care is provided by underpaid foster parents

There is this child who melts the hearts of many

There is this child whose future depends on a 21-year-olds decisions

There is this child who knows not hope yet….

There is this child who needs a voice…this child needs a home.

See there is still this child, this one child “aging out of the system”

See there is still this child whose birthdays are a countdown

See there is still this child who too early understands

See there is still this child who is hard to place at eight

See there is still this child whose hope grows older with them

See there is still this child who needs a voice…this child needs a home.

Peer into the life of this child, this one who is part of three

Peer into the life of this child who wants only to be with brother and sister

Peer into the life of this child who tightly holds the others hands

Peer into the life of this child a hard to place sibling part

Peer into the life of this child whose faint hope is times three

Peer into the life of this child needing a voice…this child needing a home.

I am the voice of this one child, whose mother choose a man

I am the voice of this one child who was unwanted in a new marriage

I am the voice of this one child who cries bitterly for what she lost

I am the voice of this one child who calls me Mama

I am the voice of this child whose hope is being restored

I am the voice of this one child…who no longer needs a home.

Of these others, these other children who ache for families

Of these others, children with special needs and much understanding

Of these others, these other children who are blessings meant to thrive

Of these others, these other children who need voices

Of these other children who will be their voice

Of these others who will speak for them…who will be their home?

If not those who will be the voices of children who are often unheard

If those who will band together and say “I will be this child’s voice!”

If those who will open their hearts and open their homes

If those who will for just one of these children, then does for all

If those who will restore hope to one, thereby restoring hope for all

Then all the voices will heard…then all will be home.

-dfav 11/5/12

–Donna

My Wishes

I wish I knew their names

The names of every parent

Who adopted a child.

I wish I could thank them

Face to face with gratitude

For their love given.

I wish I could know

The children they’ve accepted

Who they love as their own.

I wish we could have

A great big party to celebrate

The creation of a Forever Family.

I wish no child

Would go to bed without parents

Without a home to call their own.

I wish I could do more

Than pray or draw attention to

National Adoption Awareness Month.

I wish just one child

Could find one Forever Family

Because it’s the right thing to do.

I wish those ones

Would soon add up to all

So every child has a family of their own.

I wish I could say thank you

To all the people who make

Adoption dreams come true.

Would I be saying thank you

To you, or you, or you

Or maybe to one of you?
d.f.a.v. 11/18/13

Thank you!
–Donna