Tag Archive | joy

At the Door…

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Joy came tapping,
     tap, tap, tapping
     at my door…
Take me in, laugh with me!
     I can lift your soul
     forevermore. ..

Peace knocked next
      a-rap-a-tat-tat
      slipped through a window…
Take me in, find solace in me!
      I can calm your soul
      though war rages so…

Love rang the doorbell
      la-la-la-do-ray-mi-so
      melody entwined with me…
Take me in, cherish your heart!
     Though it may get hurt
     I can grow you see…

Willingly I took them in…
      embraced their presence…
      Then fell to my knees…
Jesus, thank You! (for He was the three)
       Joy, Peace and Love…
       You’ve given me!

Mission came with a firm hand
       here-I-am, here-I-am
       go now and give us away…
Don’t hold us tight in your grasp!
      We grow the most…
      if shared everyday…

Out from my house into the street…
     offering these same gifts…
     some accepted others said no…
It wasn’t easy and some sent us away!
     But Jesus never gave up on us…
     even on those who told us to go.

Will you answer Joy tapping…
      Peace who is knocking…
      Love who is chiming…
For it’s Jesus Himself at the door!
               d.f.a.v. 10/8/14

—Donna

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Strolling in my Heart

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Joy walked in my heart this morning
Hope joined the stroll as well
And Love enveloped both of them
Faith held all from the beginning.
Charity made her presence known
Compassion wove in and out
Understanding held out its hand
Pointing out here God’s love was found.
Perfection had departed at last
Weeds discontent and bitterness as well
Human expectations gave up their hold
Jesus’ blood had settled the past.
Songs rang in the air so sweet
Praise replaced a list of complaints
Worship sprang forth so naturally
For here Jesus and I could meet.
                –d.f.a.v.  8-18-14
–Donna

Silence

The silence is welcome and it is comforting

Just the tick-tocking of the clock nearby

The soft glow of the laptop screen quieting

The buzzing of tasks and mind at ease.

No thoughts competing for one another

Just a soft comfort in silence woos the heart

Speak in this silence as You have to the others

Abba Father, Holy Spirit You are welcome here.

The pages of the Bible are soft to fingertips

Scripture passages underlined from times past

As reminders of Your presence previously sipped.

Of prayers prayed and answers sought.

Evidence of I Am speaking and revealing

Testimonies’ of Believers left for prosperity

Recorded evidence of God speaking

Of the insistence our lives be ones of true belief.

Into this silence comes the brush of Spirit wings

As welcome then as it is welcome now

For it is in here the Spirit speaks and sings

The whispers of Abba Father are surely heard.

Where heart is tune to gentle reprimand

Stern reminders of the price of sin

Hope is offered and takes my hand

Heart is opened to the Father’s love.

Silence yes from earthly things has fell

So can be heard what Heaven joyfully sings

With His touch heart and soul are well

Silence so sweet from earthly noise.

-Faye

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Celebrating 100

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This blog site is celebrating today as we post our 100th blog.  As I pondered ways to observe this milestone (well to me it’s a milestone) I found myself thinking of the somewhat “cheesy” ideas my daughter’s old school used to do to celebrate the 100th day of school.  We were always asked to send 100 coins, some food that could split into 100 pieces (can you say Cheerios?), and once 100 small items such as party favors, pencils or erasers.  None of those would be feasible for fvbf  (faith view by faye) so I hope I’ve managed to escape the cheese today.

The 100th word of the Old Testament is “So” found in Genesis 1:7:

So God made the expanse and separated the water under the expanse.”

The 100th word of the New Testament is “David” found in Matthew 1:6:

“…and Jesse the father of King David. David was the father of Solomon, whose mother had been Uriah’s wife.”

The 100th verse of the Old Testament is Genesis 4:20:

“Adah gave birth to Jabal; he was the father of those who live in tents and raise livestock.”

The 100th verse of the New Testament is Matthew 5:10:

“Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

To Our Father in Heaven I offer as David did thousands of years ago, the 100th Psalm.

“Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth. Worship the LORD with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations”

The purpose God and I set forth for this blog was the opportunity for one female to share her Christian layperson views on living the Christian faith.  I haven’t promised (nor delivered) deep theological thoughts or discussions, outstanding writing or sparks for lighting any spiritual fires.  I have and hope to continue sharing my walk in Jesus with any and all who stop by.

Thank you for keeping me around this long!  I’ve loved the comments I’ve gotten and I am appreciative of them and of you!  My numbers aren’t as bad as I thought they were!

Mostly I’m amazed that God has blessed me with such an avenue to put forth something for His kingdom.

God bless,

-Faye

The Girl, the Woman, the 30 Year Reunion-Going Home

Last night I got all dressed up for my 30th high school reunion.  I was nervous.  I’d skipped all the other reunions and now I was facing people I hadn’t seen, at least most of them, for 30 years and back then we were all young, healthy and had all our body parts.  Now I would face them minus an entire leg and from a wheelchair.

I hadn’t been able to face my Sunday School class at a swim party the weekend before and I see them usually once a week.  They had been with me every step of the way through the “before amputation” stages, the actual “amputation” stages and the “after amputation” stages as well.  What made me think I could face a room full of people who may as well now be strangers?  I just felt like I had to.

 

Like I have that “need” to do a tandem sky jump…

 

 

…to write…

 

 

…to push the envelope when it comes to my independence…

 

 

…to drive my husband crazy with my crazy ideas…

 

 

I’ve long loved this verse of scripture found in I Corinthians 15:10a; “But by the grace of God I am what I am and his grace to me was not without effect.”  I am what I am.  God’s grace makes me what I am and it has its effect in and on me.  Despite feeling awkward as I wheeled around the room last night, I kept repeating that portion of scripture to myself.

Later in the evening as I sat at the table with my high school best friend and my husband and was re-acquainted with old classmates I realized something else.  The girl I was in 1982, who wept at the thought of never seeing some of the very people I didn’t recognize last night had been desperate to feel part of these still slim and beautiful, successful people.

Sometimes in that quest I paid a high price.  Not just with stupid diet decisions but in bad decisions that shredded my self-esteem.  I gave away parts of myself to men who were not worthy of them and who in the end didn’t appreciate the gift at all.

In those high school years I was the girl sitting at home on prom nights because I wasn’t one of the cute girls or at least a thin one.  I imagined magical nights of dancing with a number of handsome boys I knew and danced with none of them, ever.

Last night the only wish I had been that “Mr. Cool & Cute” who was spinning the tunes would play one slow song so I could “dance” with my husband one time.  That one song, that lasted I’m sure no more than four minutes, meant a world of joy to me, so much I wept through most of it.

Those slim and beautiful girls from high school were, for the most part, still slim and beautiful.  Those cute guys were still visible beneath the 30 years of aging we’d done.  Oh, time had marched its way across all of us.  But for a bunch of folks in our later 40’s we all looked good.  Yes, we ALL looked good, even me.

Most of all, when I left last night, I felt like I loved the woman I am now, far more than I liked the girl I was then.  I also had more compassion for the girl I was then than I did then for I know her complete history and can freely acknowledge every bit of it.

Now the second part of I Corinthians 15:10 came to me, “No, I worked harder than all of them—yet not I, but the grace of God that was within me.” (N.I.V.)  My life hasn’t been any more traumatic or hurtful than anyone else’s, I dare not claim that, but I can also say I was one of those who had to allow God’s grace to work in me harder because I fell for the world’s version of what beautiful and successful was really hard.

Furthermore, “Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance:  Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst.”  (I Timothy 1:15 N.I.V.)  One who enjoyed that one slow dance better than any other dance in my lifetime so far.

Furthermore, I have a sure assurance now that when this life, with all its issues, woes and sorrows is at last over, I am going home.  “Going home, I’ll meet you at the table.  Going home, I’ll meet you in the air…and you are never too young to think about it…I’ll be going home, I’ll be going home…” (CD “Conversations” song, “Going Home” as sung by Sara Groves.)