Pop over here and a smack for my eye, Fidgety legs and waggly toes, Neighbours dogs yapping, They’re telling it off, Restless kids in their beds, smacking up the wall,
And I’m over here, eyes hanging out, Clicking my body, so I don’t get stuck, I’m bruised and sore, tired too… But what’s a mumma supposed to do?
I close my eyes, I lay right back, try to sleep but there’s something bangin’ out the back, So I open my phone, do some work, Pray a bit and sort stuff out, I think of you, Are you dreaming pleasant things, I pray some more,
To our father who art in heaven, Bless the new year come, Each and every one set forth, That one day you may come, In this new reign of “king” may go for fourth years, You will remain faithful unto your children upon this land, For I will praise you every day, For in me you want a friend, You delight in me Lord, You hold my imperfect hand, until the very end,
Many are celebrating the new year, And who is speaking to you? Watch over us now closely Lord, I love you Lord, thank you for you have no end.
Oh when I’m lonely I gotta call upon God, Making his way to me he clears the path, It’s a long stretch of road, Full of loneliness and strife, But lean into God, he can make it alright.
He is my refuge, my saviour, my company, He’s there at a call, by any means his name. And when I am lonely, I seek him, I’ll let him reign, He will take my lonliness and throw it right out, He will knock down the door, he’ll grab it by name, He will abandon my lonliness, like it’s never seen again, He will take me and comfort me, He helps me sleep sound, I’ll ask him, I’ll call and he rescues me.
I know what those pits are, those mental trap holes, The black empty ditch, had all the ladders withdraw, Deep hidden mess of the soul,
He reaches right down and takes grasp of that wrench, Grabs it tight and throws it to the lion’s den, Devoured in seconds, that feeling of mine.
Comfort restored, by the one, by the Divine.
Dear Lord, Lord of Moses, Restore these souls that read my messages, Show them the way and help them to be brave when they feel less than divine. In Jesus name, amen.
The endless possibility that goes beyond the sun, God knows what’s in store for you, When you ask his will be done, You pray, you pray, your hearts still seeking answers, God’s will be done, it will be done, if God has had it written.
There are plans we make for ourselves, But we know not the outcome, Give it to God, his will be done, He will do his will and it will be done, For he sees everything in heaven.
He will bless the mustard seed faith, The tiny believing hearts, Glory to God all the days, He keeps safe our hearts.
He paves our road ahead, Keeping us out of the dark, Fixing the light on the good path, Keeping us safe from the dark.
And when we ask, in Jesus name, That our Lord’s will be done, He will turn and see, the grace of God, To benefit the believing one.
It may not all be pretty and rosy, Sometimes it will take a turn, The way we grow and keep our faith, Will show us how we will return.
Holding space for the feelings, Letting them flood in, Quiet, meek and selfish, The emotional lords come in,
Telling me lies and fakery, Got the tricks up their sleeves, Uninterested, bland, distasteful, The doubts start creeping in.
You’ll be alone forever, Way to stuff that one up, You have no time in the world, It almost makes you wanna hurl,
The lies and the fakery, Confusion and the blame, Anger and unforgiving, All end up the same,
Stinking, festering, taking a-hold, Gripping fast on its prey, Bunkering down for nights on end, Waiting for it’s victory day…
But festering feelings never come to much, And that’s not what I’ve been told, Straight from the word of the mouth, From our great and mighty God.
Forgive those time and time and time again, Even when they are sour, Even when their best foots festering, When they repent, give them loving power,
Show them grace, show them love, Show them your inner light, Let them know you’re alright.
Even when they don’t repent, Forgive them still, anyway. For they know not the burden they’ve caused, They might not care anyway,
Forgive them of your own free will, It’s simple, do it today, For keeping the burden they don’t know, Isn’t on their mind anyway,
Your energy is better spent, Doing things you love, You know why, right my love? The impact you’ll make will forever go beyond and above,
But you need to forgive those who once you loved.
For those who hurt you, The same applies, You’ll loose your sleep, while they shut their eyes, You won’t rest until something is done, So do it now, your work can be done,
For tomorrow you’ll wake, Your soul is tired, Restless, broken, you’ll head uninspired, So you’ll play the same loop, again and again, Until you do something, My dear best friend.
Forgive them, even when it hurts, It’s unjust, unfeeling, and for sure the pain will crust, It’s ugly, it’s painful, and you didn’t deserve that shit, That person was an ass to you, But they won’t admit.
So heal yourself, And heal your pain, The marks and the scars from yesterday.
Dear Lord, I pray for anyone reading this, anyone going through a hard time right now, anyone fighting demons telling them they aren’t good enough, that they are unforgivable, that they can’t forgive, I pray that your love fall upon us, teach us how to forgive. In Jesus name, banish those demons, their lies, their fog and confusion. I pray over everyone reading this today, that you may work in their hearts, and bring light into their life where the darkness is grasping at. In Jesus name, amen.
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Faith is not stable, It’s not a stable income, It’s not a balanced relationship, Faith isn’t perfect.
Faith is messy, uncertain… And yet always reliable.
Reliable to get us where we need to go, Even if it’s not where we wanted.
Reliable to always access what we need to thrive, even if it’s not always how we want it,
Faith is not stable like a freshly laid road, Faith feels unpredictable, even when it’s firm,
It’s us that is the unstable, unreliable, Us who wobbles, looses faith when riding stony grounds, Us who detours, set off on another path, It’s us that gives up the always faithful path.
Faith is firm, the question I’m asking myself, is me?
Am I able to trust the next step in faith, Knowing it’s unshattering in His amazing grace, Faith foot forward because he sent his son, for a wretch, thats me
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?
In Her Heart Healing 
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