This is What’s Important

Sometimes you see
From the vantage point
Of your journey
That the journey isn’t about you–
It’s about the people
You encounter along the way.

It’s not about your burdens
Or your needs or sorrows
It hasn’t a thing to do with
Your hurts, your pains, your ego
Tunnel vision
Can destroy gratitude.

You realize with clarity
It’s about people
Their comforts, needs, sorrows
Being God’s instrument
To make their journeys
Point solely to their Savior.

This is what binds you
Wraps you in the blankets
Of life and living and God’s love
Keeps you going on
It’s the steps we walk together
That are what makes the difference.

God wants us in His love
Walking in His mercy
That happens when we reach
Beyond ourselves to others
To be His hands and feet
In a world where its me, me, me.

Life’s about people
And our being God’s word
They read everyday in our living
It’s about people seeing Him
In us as we interact with them
And our gratitude for the journey.
D.f.a.v. 8/1/14

A Blessing

The blessings in a life
Aren’t necessarily material possessions.-
Homes are needed but if empty,
If you live in it alone,
Your threshold ever welcomes friends,
Or kin,
A showcase can be cold and heartless
If no love grows there.

The blessings in a life
Aren’t necessarily fame or fortune
Fame can be fickle and fortunes lost
With the opinion of the world
Or the stock prices for the day or
Wars overseas
Fame can become bitter and fortunes
Burn up in flames.

The blessings in a life
Aren’t necessarily found in relationships
If those aren’t based on Christ
Eternally what have you in common?
For if you know Christ and they don’t
Did you share Him
Or did you fear offending them so much
You let them be?

The blessings in a life
Are often found in the intangible
Moments that God gives you
A spouse believes in you
A child admires you
God hears You
Your friends and family share your
Joys and sorrows.

The blessings in a life
Are given undeserved and freely
To carry you through grief
And harder times
     Times of discouragement
          Times of breathlessness
Always to divide our hearts
    And carry on with life.

The blessings in a life-
Come in all shapes and sizes
All levels of giving to one another
When life grows
And lives merge
And hearts crumble.
d.f.a.v. 7-13-14


Cottage by the Sea at 1:56 a.m.

Dear Abba!
Can we sit here?  Together.
Do You ever feel this way?
Plain ole’ washed out and tired.
Once every million days?

This body of mine?  Hurting.
I know You know that.
I just need to say it anyway.
A need to state the fact.

My heart burdened.  Needless.
I have You and prayer.
No other resource works so well.
I need sweet, sweet prayer.

But I also have Your Spirit.
It dwells with in me.  Thank you.
Can we just sit here?  Silent.
Can I lean on You?

Close my eyes, let go?
Will You bind up my wounds?
Restore my mournful soul?
Regive to me Your sound?

Ease my troubled mind
Takes much to bear this all
With me not understanding
I feel so really small.
Here’s where I want to be.
Must be.  To be truly free
Quiet in Your presence
From our Cottage by the Sea.
         d.f.a.v. 3-7-14
Take time to have time with God,

Ah, the Good Ole’ Days

Lord, I miss them,
The good ole’ days!
When things were simpler,
     folks were surely gentler,
     life’s pace was much slower,
     time’s passing seemed kinder,
Right Lord?

I mean, weren’t they?

Father God,
The good ole’ days!
Even with wars and rumors of wars,
     huge, fast, hot rod cars,
     we never dreamt of exploring Mars,
     when we vowed to grab the stars,
Right Father?

I mean weren’t they?
Weren’t we?
The good ole’ days?

Dear Lord, I miss
The good ole’ days!
Saturday morning cartoons,
     Sunday morning church’ til noon,
     children weren’t grown so soon,
     life’s fabric from grandma’s loom.
Right Lord?

I mean weren’t they?
Weren’t we?
It was better, right?

Lord, I miss them,
The good ole’ days!
No air conditioning, playing outside,
     home made dresses and pies,
     truth was simply not a lie,
     imagination took to the skies.
Right Lord?

I mean didn’t I?
Weren’t we?
Didn’t they?

Lord Jesus, do I miss
The good ole’ days?
I can see maybe only in hindsight,
     before adulthood came to light,
     the sun set on innocence’s night,
     parents made everything right.
Right Lord?

Is it them I miss?
Or me then?
Though I’m okay
With me today.
Are you?


d.f.a.v. 3-3-14


Behind the Name, My True Identity

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When I began blogging coming up with a blog name that said, “This blog is about a woman who is a Christian and her viewpoints on the Christian life” wasn’t simple. After all, that’s a lot to ask of a blog title.

Then there was the issue of domain ownership.  Every title I thought of someone else had thought of before me.

Finally I knew two bloggers at the time, both men, one used his first name and one used his middle.  In discussions about why I felt safer using my middle name. 

It was a big thing for me, I would never tell people my middle name if I could avoid it.  Spoken with a deep Southern accent with my first name and I heard “redneck”.

Then I learned my middle name, also my mother’s and also disliked by her, meant Faith.  That changed my perspective.  Enough so that when the title, “Faith View by Faye”, was available if I used fvbf I made that choice.

Now after all this time I was outed.  WordPress did it.  For a few seconds I felt exposed.  Then I thought, “Okay, it is what it is”.

So my name is Donna.  The picture you see of me is really me.  The writing is mine.  The thoughts and opinions are mine. 

If you feel lied to, I apologize.  For my friends who have been saying why not use your real name?  Here you go.

“But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect.  No, I worked harder than all of them–yet, not I, but the grace of God that was with me.”  1 Corinthians 15:10 NIV

The blog name isn’t going to change for now, I have to wait on that until finances allow!

The blogger formerly known as Faye!

Merry Christmas!


One baby, born to earthly parents of little financial worth grows and up as a carpenter’s son.  One man who willingly laid his life down for humanity to heal the broken relationships between God and His creation in a brutal death with great pain.   One baby, one God. One sacrifice.  Millions of redeemed souls and counting.  Never underestimate the power of One.

Merry Christmas,

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Day after Thanksgiving

Dear Readers:

My prayer is that all of you had a wonderfully blessed Thanksgiving surrounded by the people who help you feel loved and blessed. We embarked upon an adventure of manhandling my wheelchair into my oldest niece’s home to share a Thanksgiving meal. It was the first time I’ve been in someone else’s home since my amputation, the first time I’ve seen inside her house since they moved and the first time to celebrate the holiday with my sister and her family in probably a decade.

Thanksgiving is one holiday I’ve always felt, since I was a young teenager that sort of gets the bums rush out the door. The older I get, the more I see how true my teenage wisdom turned out to be. (Now that’s not something I can say every day.) A huge number of American’s get all hyped up over Halloween (a holiday I can’t stand now) and seem to slam dunk into Christmas. Thanksgiving is just turkey and football road kill along the way for a lot of people. Still for others all it means is the “Black Friday” sales marathon is on, which is an event I understand, where a deal can be had if you’re brave enough to enter the fray.

I’m not. Never have been. I don’t see that changing. Shopping has never been high on my list of entertainments nor are crowds. Enough said.

Instead the ladies of our household (okay my daughter and I) are hosting a Christmas ornament craft make-it and take-it day. Not a huge crowd. All ladies except for my two-year-old great nephew. Time for fellowship, crafting, laughter, soup and sharing. Our first social occasion in our new home since we moved in nearly two years ago.

However you spent your Thanksgiving or however you spend the day after I do have this one hope for each of you. That hope is that as the approach of the day set aside to acknowledge the birth of our Savior ticks closer to us you can do just that; acknowledge Christ.

In whatever way you feel led by God to do so I hope you find multiple ways to have a lot of Christ in your Christmas!

Twenty-five days and counting!


5:30 a.m. Prayer and Praise from the Cottage by the Sea


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Abba Father,
Awesome, Holy, Fantastic God!
How amazing are the works of Your hands!
Evidence of Your design and creation
Can be seen throughout us and this land,
Thank You!
Loving, merciful, forgiving God!
From You alone all that is pure and good flows!
All the glorious in and of everything
It is only by the work of Your hand it grows,
Thank You!!
Giver of grace, true love and peace!
To You alone so much this daughter owes!
Repaying You is simply impossible yet to try I must,
Let me begin with intense gratitude from head to toe!
Thank You!!!
Provider, Comforter, the I Am!
How beautiful and amazing are You!
You’ve surrounded me with Your love,
Given to us all our place and mission to do,
Thank You!!!!
Jehovah, Abba, Savior!
As this day blooms with You before me!
Please flood me, bless me with Your presence,
Wash the world from my eyes so I can see,
Thank You!!!!!
My God, my Master, my Author!
To You be the power, glory and praise!
Allow me to steep in Your glorious presence,
Let it be to only You that all praise be raised,
Thank You!!!!!!
               d.f.a.v. 10/17/13

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.”
Matthew 6:9b-13 N.I.V.

Thanking God,

Bees in my Head!


This morning has been “off”, you know what I mean? One of those mornings when if it could go wrong it did and even though we got up on time it was a mad scramble to the door to be on time for school. Pulling into the garage I felt as if a shell of calmness and peace fell around me when the garage door closed.  So I am still sitting in my car as I write this blog today. 

Following God, following Him regardless of the consequences, challenges, course changes and costs, well, I don’t find it easy most of the time.  Honestly, do you?  Does anyone?

Sitting in the church pew I think about this often.  Our music minister, choir, instrumentalists, and pastor pray and devote time to helping create an atmosphere of true worship every service, year round.  That’s not easy, I know because I’ve walked in some of their shoes.  When there, among all the other believers, worshipping and learning about God and doing His will it seems so” do-able”, so straightforward. 

But lately, at church, in Bible study, in my quiet time there’s been something “off”, much like our morning routine today.  I’ve searched my heart and prayed and waited for direction, for answers, for that still quiet voice. 

Instead, so far, I have heard the buzz of giant bees in my head.  Buzz, buzz, buzz…all the new things I’ve learned researching for pieces to write on this blog are buzzing to find a place in the relationship Jesus and I have together.  And, I admit, one of those bees is more than a little angry, frustrated, annoyed, distrustful and sad.  Another is timid, afraid yet still buzzing to be heard and understood.  Seriously, how do you walk so firmly in harmony with God that the buzzing ceases?  Or fades?  Or the individual bees find what they need and are in harmony with the nature around them?

As Christians we are so often quick to point to formulas, and programs, and service to our church and community to help people, even ourselves, quiet the bees.  The realities of prayer, Bible study, meditation on God’s word, worship and praise can’t be ignored.  They are necessary and vital to our God relationship. 

Sometimes though the realities of life and the essentials of being an authentic Christian don’t mix well at all.  Some days the two are in such different places it is like they are on totally different roads.  But isn’t THAT the way?

The world pulls one way, Jesus leads to another.

The world tries to please everybody and Jesus says please me.

The world has seemingly lost respect for human life and Jesus knew us and knit us together in our mother’s wombs.

The world is going left Jesus tells us go right.

The world and all people are flawed, Jesus is perfect and was so even as a flesh and blood man on earth over 2000 years ago.

The world waves wads of cash, houses, cars, expensive “stuff” at us and says this makes you a success, Jesus tells us to take up our cross and follow Him.

We live in this world and we cannot always escape the consequences of doing so.  What happens in our government, financial institutions, education programs, and even the entertainment industry rains down on US all.  Even in the oldest religious institutions and churches man’s living in this world has made marks.

In the name of God, religions, and churches awful things have occurred.  Things that are the result of man’s twisting things to suit the world view not Jesus’.

And that’s why it is hard most of the time to quiet the bees, to find a shell of peace and calm among all the things and stuff of the world, because life happens to us all.  Your morning routine is blown to smithereens and you’re anxiously watching the minutes tick by as you drive your child to school or scramble off to work yourself.  The washing machine breaks down and you have piles of laundry demanding to be done.  Money is stretched until it is screaming and there’s only enough food in the house for today, or maybe not at all.  Your mother finds out she has cancer.  Your wife is diagnosed with a rare medical disorder.  You or your spouse loses your job.  Your husband admits he has an addiction to pornography. Your teenage son fathers a child.  Your sixth grader steals a cell phone because you said he couldn’t have one yet.  Your baby is born needing a heart transplant.  You learn that there are things you’ve not been told from the pulpits of your church you think you deserved to know, that would have made huge differences earlier in your life.  You want something so badly but you are so afraid of rejection you deny God and yourself what is one of the reasons He created you. 

This is life, angry bees, timid bees, incessant bees, needy bees, “oops” bees…yes, my morning was hectic and crazy (don’t forget I am still in my car in the garage) and yes, I have decisions to make that I am struggling with and oh, yes, I have my buzzing bees…

It’s all good.

“I am what I am by the grace of God…”

“…the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable…”

“…I will show you my faith by my works…”

“God works all things together for good to those who love the Lord…”  Romans 8:28

“…my yoke is easy and my burden light…”


So sorry I can’t give you all the scripture references I have used today.  My garage needs a Bible if it is going to be my new writing habitat!