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From the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #21, 12/19/16

Abba Father,
The fiercest storm blew in last week,
Sending me scurrying inside so quick.
Where I slept, then awakened and peered out,
Hoped for a quiet voice in the storm’s shout.
The chaos inside me bigger than all outside,
Would neither leave me or help me hide.
Drenching rains pounded icy cold,
All I could seek Lord, was Your sheltering hold.
This storm blew in with no warning this time,
No explaining reason nor bit of rhyme.
This diaster ripped apart my heart,
Reckoning havoc in every part.
Beyond the shore there’s a relic revealed by the storm,
The storm has quickly become the norm.
Though I spent some time in thought and prayer,
Or artistic projects to transport elsewhere.
This new relic so brazeningly revealed,
Taught me that though my eyes cannot see,
There’s more in my spiritual life to still be freed.
Lord, help me make use of this prayer,
I thank you for Your time and care.

           dfav 12/18/16

—Donna

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From the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #20, God’s Abilities

The situation is dire,
Calls for a real life hero.
But, all I can muster up,
Rates a big ole’ zero,
Until, I’m reminded,
We can’t, God can.
We won’t, God will.
We falter, God stands.

Circumstances are bleak,
Budget stretched tight,
Then diaster falls again,
Will it ever be alright?
Then I’m reminded,
We stumble, God holds steady,
We whimper, God speaks.
We’re selfish, God is ready.

The path seems hidden,
Lost in the dark.
All light seems drown,
Then comes the spark,
As a voice reminds me again,
We regret, God weaves rest.
We give up, God keeps on.
We’re uncertain, God knows best.

Love seems absent,
As if it abandoned us,
Left us wounded and alone,
God is as He always was,
Shedding high His illumination,
We cry, God bottles our tears.
We reach up, God stoops down,
Holding true all these years.

Still comes whispers,
Those of discontent.
‘Til I’m reminded in my pride,
Reasons I must repent.
For I like all sin, God forgives,
As we hurt, God heals.
As we take, God presents.
Our soul can bear God’s seal.
          dfav 12/6/16

—Donna

From the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #19, On Adoption

Thank You Abba Father, for adoption.
For this way that helped us be a forever family.
Thank You Lord for every successful adoption story,
For each one brings You honor and glory.

Thank You Father for caseworkers, attorneys and courts,
For each has a job to do in each individual case.
Thank You Almighty, for each precious child,
For each tear they shed, the shy and the wild.

Thank You Jehovah, for each adoptive parent who exists,
Who opened their hearts and stepped up to care.
Thank You Abba Father, for biological parents too.
Those who gave willingly and those who had to be made to do.

Thank You Lord, for the system, though it may not always work.
Its intention is noble, it’s purpose for good.
Thank You Almighty, the I Am, for the example You gave,
By willingly adopting us the way has been paved.

Most of all Abba, thank You for my precious child,
Who calls me “Mama” and was born in my heart.
Though parenting isn’t simple or easy always,
You’ve given us what we need each and every day.
        -dav 11/22/12. Revised 11/30/16.

—Donna

Cottage-by-the-Sea #12

The waves are merely lapping,
Strangely nearly still mere brushes on the sand.
Where are the wild crashing waves,
Hurling repeatedly like mad onto land?

In this peaceful sea’s depths You call to me,
“Come and sit and meditate a while,
Your heart and soul are troubled,
Cast off your burdens from each mile.”

“Oh, yes, I’ll meet You here Abba Father.
Your presence will warm me in the chill,
And Your comfort will be as gentle,
As the sea oats swaying on the hill.”

The waves will resume their wild crashing,
Slapping insistent at the shore,
And as always somewhere in Your heaven,
Waves are playing and laughing at Your door.

This world is but a badly reflected image,
Of the home You’ve prepared for us with You,
Where even the waves and grains of sand,
Sing honor and praise to You too.
              dfav 11/15/16

—Donna

Cottage By-the-Sea, #18, 9/27/16

The horizon stretches forever east, then west,
Had I but eyes to see their encircling,
I could see they totally surround me,
Of sunrises, Abba, this might be Your best.

Clouds catch fire and erupt in Your glow,
As the orange morphs peach and dancing hues,
Seagulls take flight, to squawk and dive,
The world is called forth from slumber to grow.

Except for one seagull who never leaves the sand,
Though I approach it doesn’t fly away,
Close enough I see the tangled fishing line,
This sunrise reveals this gull needs a human hand.

With tenderness I reach and draw it near,
It’s heart beat so rapid it’s death I fear,
Fingertips cut line rapidly but firm,
Holding my breath the wing being freed brought tears.

Gently, slowly I return it to the wet, chilly sand,
It’s one eye watching my steady escape,
A wave washes in the seagull dips in its beak,
Then its scooped along by God’s own hand.

Now every morning as the sun does rise,
I’ll say a prayer for “my wounded bird”,
That God lengthened it’s days and nights,
Increased its knowledge of damaging devise.

How God must lovingly do the same for me,
In the midst of beauty all around take count,
See me the struggling, ensnared little sheep,
And return to lend a strengthening hand to me.

So should we view our fellow man,
Struggling beyond what our hearts understand,
Pray and hear God’s assignment for you,
Carry through and do the best you can.

For we all need help from time to time,
When entangled in the messy lines of life,
We must trust the least likely can be the Master’s hand,
Reaching out to free us from Satan’s ensnaring line.
                 dfav 9/27/16
—Donna

Cottage-by-the-Sea, #17, 9/21/16

There’s the rhythm,
There’s the rhyme,
Song of the Ocean,
Symphony of the Sea.

Jazz for the burdens,
Blues for the needs,
A concert bursts forth,
The trio it reads.

Birds soar the soprano,
Waves lap out the bass,
Winds carve the baritone,
Sea prayer pleas the case.

Words dance up to Heaven,
Heart pours out it all,
God, He is listening,
Prayer makes this call.
             dfav 9/21/16

—Donna

Cottage By-the-Sea #16, 9/16/16

Abba Father,
You know the hairs upon my head,
The number of days confined to bed,
You know every word I ever read,
The good and ugly of what I’ve said.
Even if I wanted escape from You,
Couldn’t forget what You say and do.
Yet I blow it all at times beyond belief,
An anger burning deep with no relief.
My mind sidetracked with destructive thoughts,
Pouting hasn’t given the release I’ve sought.
This world only had one spark,
Jesus Himself the light in the dark.
Having now seen man out-of-control,
Sends me running back to Christ’s fold.
Lord, help me please not to lazily sin,
To allow Satan such an easy win.
Even if some wounds are hurt and raw,
Forgiving then forgetting is the call.
Until then when I reach Your side,
May I one day have nothing to hide.
   Amen                               -dfav 9/15/16

—Donna

Cottage-by-the-Sea, #15, 9/2/2016

Abba Father,
Our Cottage is facing a hurricane,
I’m drawn to the ocean it’s always the same.
The wilder the waves, saltier the air,
More of me feels my soul stripped bare.
This morning Lord, at the dawn of day,
Please peel this red-hot anger away,
Cleanse the wounds that fester and stink,
Doctor and bind them, show me the links,
So I can heed all You have to say,
After days of denial the connection break way.
I’ve been too afraid to face my truth,
What’s hidden beneath, the ugly roots.
But if ever I’m to soar again,
Evil here cannot be allowed to win.
Here’s my hand, please hold it tight,
Help me through a storm dark as night.
At last when the sun does rise,
Your life in me will be the prize.
In my pain and suffering I confess,
Thinking of You as somehow less,
Than as a God who’d not only understand,
Or a God here to hold my hand.
But as a God trying to break my heart,
Ripping and tearing me completely apart.
Yet, together we’ll face the deepest wounds in me,
Because You’re the God who has set me free.
Forgive me for my shortsightedness,
I praise You Lord, You never cease to bless,
Even when I fail You in times like this,
You’re the God who for me has the best.
Now, no matter how fierce this storm,
You and I will be in Your finest form,
For in the end You’ve enclosed the ring,
The Master of my life is Creator of all good things.
               dfav 9/2/16

—Donna

Won’t Matter?

Don’t think I understand,

All I feel, what I hold in my hands,

Dare I to dream if my life’s soon to end?

Why bother to get better, is it a sin?

Does anyone have answers?

I’ve questions, that’s for sure,

Why is this happening to me?

I’ve no idea anymore.

As tough as this is I admit,

I want to go, You won’t set me free.

There’s always this hope,

You gave Yourself for me.

Quiet my thundering heart if You will,

Clear away the blinding cloud cover 

Let me know the simple truth,

Maybe it won’t matter when this life is over.

If I knew there’s a reason,

But, all I do is lay here and rot,

I can’t see it, not any more,

Is my future ended with these dots?

       dfav 8/23/16

           dfav 8/23/16

—Donna

From the Cottage-by-the Sea #13, 8/22/16

Abba Father,
The beach below is black and white,
Tremendously loud as waves pound the shore,
The fragrance of salt and fish lash out,
My heart cannot stand being indoors.
I wheel my chair onto the deck,
Clouds hanging low over the sea,
Only the waves and the wind make noise,
It sweeps inside and overtakes me.
A storm is only seconds away to hit,
But the wildness calls my name,
Into the howling rage I sense,
You’re calling me to forget the games.
Sin entered this world by tricks and deceit,
Man had free choice decide right or wrong,
Ever since Cain killed his brother, Abel,
Man has sang a bittersweet tale in song.
Tonight, here on this weathered olé pier,
You and I must surely meet and agree,
Of all Your creations surrounding me,
The sea calls most to set itself free.
Acknowledging first You as our Creator,
Praises rise from heart to lips to You,
You’re sovereign and the great I Am,
This sea nor storm frighten me it’s true.
Thank You for the God You are,
Thank You for being God, Spirit and Son,
Thank You for the love you create in me,
Thank You for the war You’ve won.
                   dfav 8/21/16

—Donna