Life Master Designed

We plan our days,
We fill our hours,
So many things we must do.
Right now, Lord?
I come to worship You.

We plan our plans,
We dream our dreams,
Imagining all these things.
When in reality?
Lord, You make my soul sing.

This life is Yours,
This heart beats for You,
Forget all I’ve proposed.
Count me in?
Yes, to life You’ve designed.
             3/26/17

—Donna

Cottage-by-the-Sea, #10, 3/24/17


These bodies You created are frail.
Yet they are also strong.
They fail when we need them most.
Yet keep going when least expected.
They sometimes appear to have hesitated,
Then soar over the worst conditions,
As if never to have even paused.

You’ve allowed mankind to open mysteries,
To learn how, why, when, what of these flesh,
Prolonging life beyond expectation,
Allow us our illusions we can conquer all,
But we’re not immune to the fall,
Death always stalks each of us,
Down the corridors and life’s halls.

Even in what we call a tragedy,
I will stand though weary of standing,
Though the storms are rolling in the harbor,
My anchor is forever attached to You,
It must not matter what Death comes to do,
Who it comes to claim, or scare, to scar,
My faith in You, Lord, must carry me through.
           dfav 3/24/17

—Donna

Cottage-by-the-Sea, #9, 3/23/17


Abba Father,
You know it is there,
This hunk of indescribable pain.
Questions, some claim
Faith would never give name.
That to do so acknowledges,
Admits to doubt as a foundation.
And that brings more information
To the forefront of the situation.

But, it is there.

Why do You not heal?
If not the physical needs,
Why not the spiritual misdeeds?
The emotional scars gone to the weeds?
Why isn’t faith rewarded here?
When someone clings to You,
Wraps up everything through and through,
Standing firm, standing firm on You?

Why, do You not answer?

Sometimes, I confess,
I hear the question of questions,
“What if” I’m wrong about the situation?
If You turned us out eons ago, in dissatisfaction​?
Are we calling on a God unmovable,
One no longer concerned with mankind?
Does a bigger disappointment exist for You to find?
Less of a fumble in the daily grind?

Oh, it is there.

But, it is countered with
Swift flowing thoughts of awareness,
That You weave man into Your heart and press,
Your imprint on our souls with Your address.
Day is coming when no more,
Will I have reason to doubt,
Or farmers have reason to fear drought,
When all of life will bloom and sprout.

Awareness lives.

And even now,
I can point to the ugliness,
And You will guide me with gentleness,
Because You act with tenderness,
Even if You must correct me,
Prune sin from my heart’s garden,
Impress upon me I must ask Your pardon,
You do so with love not by a hand grown harden.

I will trust in You.
               dfav 3/22/17

—Donna

Someone, Somewhere

Someone, somewheres hurting,
I don’t know their name,
Only that someone, somewheres hurt,
Their life’s never going to be the same.

Someone, somewheres pleading,
That life will ease back the pain,
Only knowing that the floods are flowing,
And the forecast calls for more rain.

Someone, somewheres mourning,
The loss of a loved one so much,
Only feeling the difficulty here,
Without their loved one’s tender touch.

Someone, somewheres kneeling,
Done all they can to stand,
Only for what they know true of You,
They’re waiting now for Your mighty hand.

Move in these lives our Mighty Father,
Meet their needs right where they are,
Open wide Your storehouses of provision,
Bring Your warriors here from near and far.

Where loss has occurred, bring comfort,
Where pain rules, heal damage there,
Where waters have broke in to destroy,
Move currents of restoration and care.

Where someone has stood for You strong,
Bring to their side companions in the fight,
May the battle wage beyond human sight,
Resulting in victory for You, the true and right.
                dfav 3/16/17

—Donna

Cottage-by-the-Sea, #8, 3/15/17


The cottage has the sense of abandonment,
Though I was here just days ago.
But it’s meant to be lived in every day,
Not to be a place to come and go.
I’m throwing open the windows,
Holding wide open both the doors,
Send please, Your Holy Spirit through
Clear the staleness and so much more.
May the winds of Your hearts love,
Drive dust and debris from the place,
And when it’s safe to open my eyes,
Allow me a glimpse of Your face.
Set to rights with my own two hands,
The hodge-podge of things now astray,
Settle in me true contentment,
Plant my feet again on Your narrow way.
Thank You, Heavenly Father,
For reminding me of my heart’s home,
Thank You, my Lord, my Savior,
That I do not return here alone.
            dfav 3/15/17

—Donna

Thank You, Lord

Thank You Lord,
For another year of life,
For the love I’m surrounded by,
For the man who chose me to be his wife,
Father, I thank You.

Thank You Lord,
For helping me see life differently,
For knowing sometimes I shouldn’t speak,
For remembering You speak quietly,
Father, I thank You.

Thank You Lord,
For teaching me to love fully,
For showing me the important things,
For helping​ me to live now and freely,
Father, I thank You.

Thank You Lord,
For loving me so much,
For sending Jesus to die for me,
For keeping me near Your tender touch,
Father, I thank You.
            -dfav 3/13/17

—Donna

God. Has. Spoken.

God has spoken.
He was sure.
He was firm.
He spoke softly.
But, God has spoken.

God spoke not audibly.
For everyone to hear.
Everyone to gasp.
He spoke to my heart.
And to me it was audibly.

God. Said. No.
He wasn’t mean.
He wasn’t unkind.
He isn’t playing favorites.
He spoke with love, “No”.

God said no healing.
No miracles.
No reprieve.
No unexpected twist.
In Heaven only will come healing.

God blessed me with Himself.
He lent me strength.
He covered me with grace.
He wiped away my tears.
God revealed to me Himself.

God’s message to you is “Be”.
Be aware He knows tomorrow.
Be sure He covers today.
Be purposeful in your actions.
God wants you to to be.

God’s message to you is “Be”.
Be about the Father’s business,
Be about the Father’s will,
Above all else be okay with His decision,
God. Has. Said. No.

God reminds me we’re all dying.
This doesn’t mean I go sooner.
I just have this disease,
This crazy disorder,
But, we’re all dying.

God has spoken.
He was sure.
He was firm.
He spoke softly.
But, God has spoken.

          dfav 3/8/17

—Donna

Cottage-by-the-Sea, #7, 3/7/17

Abba Father!
Praises to You, O Mighty King!
Praises to You, Master of everything!
Praises to You, Creator of all good!
Praises to You, Shelter of All the truly misunderstood!
When the ways of life are dim,
Thank You for rescue filling me to the brim.
When the charges of my heart run low,
Thank You for the recharging so I am not slow.
Almighty God, I pray blessing upon You,
The merciful Father who pulls us all through.
Father God, may You know eternal praise,
May all creation Your Holiness constantly raise!
In every situation ever known to man,
May You forever be the God to who this woman ran.
In life here and in life far beyond,
May Your eternity stretch forever on.
             dfav 3/7/17

—Donna

Cottage-by-the-Sea, #6, 3/6/17

Lord, this is my problem;

Today, the mood within me is foul.
It is ugly, mean and downright hateful
And if my friends and I value our relationships
We’re going to keep our distance
Or it won’t stop ’til one of us throws in the towel.

Lord, I recognize the anger boiling in me isn’t balanced.
It isn’t interested in any more information
And I’ve tolerated all this woman can.
For this one period in time can’t they just be quiet?
Or one of us will be shocked I ever kept anything silenced.

Lord, it isn’t one thing I’m ticked off about,
So warn others to not try to reason with this ugliness,
They, nor You have to accept it,
Run in the opposite direction quickly!
But if they choose to stay and prod the bear, the mean is coming out.

Today, Lord, I would like to slap the smugness,
The arrogance, the entitlement right out of people,,
So I plea with them to back away, far away
And take their immaturity right along with them,
Cause I am angry with no desire for righteousness.

Lord, You know the many times I have kept my temper,
I have looked at it from all sides,
I have tried to understand for the children’s sake,
I have prayed and given things time to settle,
But today my off switch is stuck on anything but off or simmer.

Lord, You brought these friends into my life for a reason,
Never before have our differences been so apparent,
Our hearts cores so clearly exposed
Our understanding so obviously in different camps.
Is this Your way to say our friendship is out of season?

For today let’s keep me off of Facebook,
Nurture Your love in me and Your thoughts,
If this is Your way of calling me to take a stand,
To be an opposing voice to the rhetoric,
Let me react in a godly way and with a Christ-like look.

Meanwhile Lord, can we just keep everyone silent?
Between the pain, the uncomfortableness,
The lack of self-control with taking the medicine,
And the hormones racing through me,
I need silence, blindness or sleep mercifully sent.

Lord, this is my problem.
dfav 3/5/17

Weak Spot

Today’s poetry offering stems from a very real prayer between my heart and God’s ear recently.  As the attitude in our country becomes more and more “non-Christian” I realize how precious the freedom to choose the God I worship is to me.  If faced with denying God or losing my life I believe I am a Christian strong enough to choose Him through the end.  If faced with denying God or my child’s life ending my confidence is shaken.  I am her mother.  My job is to nurture her into a young woman whose faith chooses God.  Some costs are greater than our own lives.  How about you?  What shakes your confidence?

It’s an uneasy feeling that arrives
When I think of facing the decision,
Either denounce You and live or
Claim You as God and die.
I hope I can face that and do You proud,
Speaking Your name clear and loud.

Giving You my own life’s final breath
I believe I can do that without wavering,
My spouse and child will understand,
But there’s a weaker spot they can reach.
I pray it’s one I never have to face,
For it’s one of a very different race.

What if Lord, they threaten my child?
Even knowing they most likely will lie,
Promising her life if I deny You,
Will I, as her mother, be able to not go wild?
Will I proclaim You are the Lord God Almighty?
Refuse to deny You are God for all eternity?

How did You stand back God, when man,
Came dragging Jesus off for false charges?
How did You keep Yourself from stopping them?
These leaders of false teaching and corrupt man?
Only You could be that brave and right,
To assure us the chance to see His light.

Lord, I am not You.
Take me first.
       -dfav

—Donna