Archive | March 2017

Questions in the Storm

Mar29


Temptation came to test me,
Oh, the arguments​ sounded strong.
With promises to end all our suffering,
Much wealth would come along.
Oh, it painted such a picture,
Of peace, health and song.
We could have life’s very best
Huge success for just a song.
The storms of life surrounded us,
We were battling on all sides.
Temptation said “Aren’t you children of The King?
Then where has He gone to hide?”
Then an image flashes in my heart,
Of two gentle and nail-scarred hands.
And how Jesus’ arms carried me,
Across the desolate and stinging sands.
In my ear I hear again His heartbeat,
Echoing steady beneath my ear.
Oh, get behind me Satan!
That’s my Father that I hear!
This storm of life we’re dealing with?
Sure, it’s pounding and it’s strong.
But, the God who redeemed my soul?
Will never lead me to do wrong.
My arm shoots up, hand out held,
Though the storm rages on,
Get behind me, Satan, in Jesus’ name,
God will see you gone.
—dfav 3/26/17

—Donna

God Has It

Mar26


This road block before you?
God has it.
Travel on.
This mountain looming to be climbed?
God has it.
Climb on.
This heartache within you?
God has it.
Love on
This healing you’re in need of?
God has it.
Pray on.
This God you’re trusting still?
He’s the I Am
Trust on.
                3/26/17 dfav

—Donna

Life Master Designed

Mar26

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

Mar24


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

Mar23


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

Mar16

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

Mar15


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

Mar14

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.

Mar9

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

Mar7

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