Author: In Her Heart Healing

Bed – our proud and prayer.

Bed – our proud and prayer.

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How you put your children to bed,
Is it in anger or with poise?
Routines are stuffy, old and fluffy,
Dated, debated, rigid and hated…
Except for mine which is loved so dearly,
By my children and me,
We are holding it near,
So let me share with you our prayer and proud,
Our night routine isn’t usually loud.

Bath & teeth,
Play & PJ’s,
Book & bed,
Proud & Pray,
Sometimes we run through what happened today,
I pull up the bits that I hold so near,
I tell them something they love to hear,
Then I ask them, what they are proud of each day,
Sometimes its sweet, sometimes its to my dismay,
Then its prayer time, I honour all requests,
Especially when they want to pray for their dad, my ex.

I pray for them, I pray for me, I thank the Lord with a heart of glee,
It’s kiss and a cuddle,
Sometimes a drink,
Then off to sleep for my little kiddy winks!

What does your routine look like?
Do you find them fluffy?
Have you forged your own?

Comment below! I’d love to know 🙂

The Darkfilled lights

The Darkfilled lights

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God stands by me,
When I feel hollowed out,
Unjust, imperfect, full ruffled, feeling without,
He finds a way for me to be light,
Filled up by grace, his spirit filled might,

He stands by me,
Not in front nor behind,
Always by my side,
Even though the long dark night,

To remember his promise,
His only given son,
Gave his blood for us,
So one day I might shine His light

Self worth.

Self worth.

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How much do I think I’m worth?
A crumpled up $100 note?
Am I worth the time to take care of me?
Making me a priority,
Looking after my health?

Do I think somedays I’m a crumpled bag,
Dirtied in the side walk?
Not worth good food,
Or to even find the strength to talk?

How much do I think I’m worth?
Why does it vary so?
Am I different one day to the next,
Should I allow myself to take the blow?

For I am nothing short of Gods creation,
A beautiful perfect art work,
One of his children,
And so, why do I question my value?

I am totally worth the walk to my kids school,
And that extra glass of water,
I am totally worth listening to my body,
After all it’s the temple we are granted.
I am worth more than gold in the eyes of our Lord,
So why do I sit here, day after day and question my own worth?

For I am worth a thousand more rubies,
I am worth more than a pot of gold,
So why do I not think that day after day,
Why do I take the low road?

For sometimes I need a reminder,
That getting close to God can hurt,
Satan’s tricky lies come close,
To purge me from my perch.

Sometimes I need to remember,
The love that has created me,
The God given gifts of creation,
Packed up entirely in me.

Lord I pray, for anyone here reading this that they realise their worth here on this earth and may you strengthen their ways each day.
In Jesus name, amen.




Miracles

Miracles

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You don’t see miracles,
Because they are hard to explain,
They dont have a start and and end point,
Not a storyline or villan to blame.

There is no hero,
Only the solumn humans who pray,
Believe in the highest power,
Give my faith over,
Tread wobbly on his stable rocks,
One by one they appear,
Strudy and faithful are God’s hands.

He mends the unmendable,
He heals the sick,
He made the tiny tubes for my son fit.

The miracles that save,
The miracles that heal,
My son’s veins and brain and body held together,
He didn’t let his veins collapse.
He held his veins up strong,

He was always holding on,
Matthews life’s a blessing,
Unexplainable and true,
I am thankful everyday for the son I have to call my little dude,
For miracles aren’t seen, reported on or explained,

But to have a little faith,
God grew a miracle from my tiny infant boys on the brink of collapsing veins.

This story isn’t over, he’s got his whole life ahead,
The unexplainable boy, who recovered from his very near death bed.

14 months has gone by,
And I’m healing more each day,
Tears come and go,
And my faith remains the same.

Thank you God for letting my son call me Mum and for blessing my family with his presence in our lives each and every day.

Amen.

Settled

Settled

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It use to be “just another shitty Monday”

But todays been quite chill,

The youngest dad had them early,

My high needs girls home and calm,

My teen is in her bedroom,

Being on the mindless box,

And today I’ve watched a short movie,

Worked on my business a little too.

For it use to be “just another shitty Monday”

Where I would face a regular hill of poo,

Today was just the same,

Less emotional and smooth.

Not so much arguing,

A lot less of those pitch screams,

Not as much back talk,

And I have had the afternoon to think! 

Untamed

Untamed

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The black sludge a-standing,
Its audience applauding,
As it takes a grand bow on the stage,
It’s grimacing smile, it’s eyes will toil, and it’s sharp tongue is flicking around,

The heaviness of a lie so strong, it’s taken up this part of your soul,
So deep, so dark, so heavy and sharp,
It’s words piercing through sound like a sword,

So dangerous, unsafe, the “feelings” escape,
Giving whiplash to your soul,
Tearing down your ego at night,
Haunting your mind and keep you in flight,
It can’t get you when if you’re settled and cool.

It will freeze over, dry up and crack,
When the truth and light reflects upon its soul.

It will block your sun,
Squash your thoughts,
Scream and fight inside your soul,

It can’t be burned,
It can’t be earned,
The lies it keeps spewing from its hole.

The pits of despair,
Raging around everywhere,
The deep dark area of my heart,
Shaky and frail I stand with my sayin,
I will soften myself to you.

It rises up and shreaks,
Relinquishes it’s keep knowing I am saving my soul,
It screams and it squeales, it makes my earth quake,
As I expose the dark pits to my soft side.

A place for it to lay,
Frozen like dried clay,
Never to rise again,
Frozen in Time, it will crumble away,
It’s tried to have it’s say,
Forever now shut it will lay,

It was black sludge,
Made up of nothing more than Pixi dust,
Mostly my imaginary thoughts,

Exposed to the light,
It’s forever frozen in flight,
No more wrenching my soul,
It can’t tighten it’s grip,
From my throat it has slipped,
Fallen to its never more hole.

Dear father in heaven,
I pray for my heart, my mind and my soul,
Revoke any thing in me that is not from you,
Any thing complicated & everything untrue.
In my holy fathers, great providers sons name,
Amen.