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Colossians 3:12-14 NKJV

“Put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection.”

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Thought Castle | Home in Christ’s Love

February 1, 2016 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“But when [the son] was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him…the father said to his servants…’let us eat, and be merry: for this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.'” Luke 15:20, 24 KJV

Ease your frantic scrambling in that
ever-expanding thought castle.
(your ideas, plans, and dreams are
its tiles, bricks, and beams)

Yes, you are a castle keeper,
though not its only one.
No more than a child is keeper
of her safety, of her growing.

Tend to your thought castle,
but release the in charge-control-alone-illusion.
A keeper is no good lost.
(and there is much you still don’t realize)

Because how easily otherwise it is to
fall from not-yet opportunity walls,
drown in contrived joy moats,
burn in misunderstood hope dungeons.

You know this, because you have,
in consuming panicked-purpose fear,
slammed the door in Father’s face.
(deadlines looming, no time for Word-breathing Love)

Then you crumble,
and everything caves in,
and you don’t know where or who you are,
and that frantic energy is ready to explode.

You’ve locked yourself inside,
stuck with heart-barred windows.
This wondrous thought castle of possibility,
distorted into an angry, lonely room.

Yet, He Who came in a stable, Luke 2:4-7
Who left hanging on a tree, Luke 23:20-49
Who came back from a tomb, Luke 24:1-30
Who is risen unto Paradise… Luke 24:49-53

He has the key,
You have the need (cry out to Him!),
He has His open arms (what grace!).
Finally, in your castle, you see Home.

You, an inheritor, learning from the King, explore…
Walls reveal doors.
Moats uncover treasure coves.
Dungeons turn to passage ways.

For now, though, you have tired yourself.
Today, let Shepherd carry you up top —
up steep faith-stairs —
and rest in a high safe tower.

Rest in awe of that glorious resurrection view,
In awe of Christ’s glory.
Child, rest in awe.
Rest in peace-filled awe.

“His work is honourable and glorious: and His righteousness endureth forever. He hath made His wonderful works to be remembered: the LORD is gracious and full of compassion.” Psalm 111:3-4 KJV

“The Lord preserveth the simple: I was brought low, and He helped me. Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee.” Psalm 116:6-7 KJV

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Swirling Hope Spheres | Immersed in God’s Grace

December 22, 2015 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to His abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead…” 1 Peter 1:3 KJV

“By Whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God. And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope…” Romans 5:2-4 KJV

I peer through the darkness.
Can’t see my hands in front of my face.
So frustrated.
So terrified.
Then I hear a whisper, calm, full of love,
nudging me, “My child, just open your eyes.”

There cupped in my hands,
bright swirls of hope, sphered.
(light beams create a path)
I cradle it.
Cradle it dear.
A perfect present from a perfect Father.

Too scared to let go or damage or destroy
this fragile-looking gift,
I stand perfectly still.
Cradling it.
Protecting it.
No harm shall I let come its way.

Then the earth shakes,
shakes a little more.
I can barely stand.
I have to take a step,
threaten my hope in the
unquantifiable movement of escape.

And worse, this hope threatens to fall,
and shatter.
I resist, I refuse to let go.
Why would God send this hope,
and let it shatter?
And so let me shatter?

Despite all the focus, the care
to keep that precious sphere
from falling, from breaking,
we shatter as the earth shakes.
It ruptures open.
Where am I now?

I close my eyes.
So frustrated.
So terrified.
I’m lost.
Hope’s gone.
And we’re broken.

The bright swirls change,
released from their sphere.
And they grow with plumes of smoke,
consuming the earth all around,
disappearing in the jaws of former dreams.
If only I had pursued them before we fell.

I run and trip and fall and crawl.
So frustrated.
So terrified of this…monster.
It was hope.
Why would hope devour my reality?
Why does it blind me?

When I open my eyes, I still cannot see.
Every time I cry out for Shepherd,
it grows bigger, chases closer to me.
I can’t go on anymore.
One last heave of my legs and I’m done.
It wins.

I’m on fire.
I’m on ice.
I’m too empty, yet too full of
frustration
and terror,
still grasping for hands more reliable than my own.

And then suddenly I see.

I see farther.
More colour.
Beauty seeping into scars.
Light fragmented from embracing broken places.
I, no longer scared of the darkness in blinks.
Breathing in freed hope’s sweet air.

Standing straighter.
The ground beneath me no longer shakes.
And I know when it does — and it will —
I’ll run stronger, and braver.
Knowledge burning through my veins.
Confidence refreshing my bones.

My hands, not imprisoned by any sphere,
stretch out and I notice a mist fading as it
marks the way, colours the world in miracles…
the signature of a Saviour.
His hands guide my all-encompassing awakening,
smoky and scary only by my unbelief.

That perfect present from my perfect Father.
Hope not still.
Not fragile.
Always dynamic.
The quantifiable movement of purpose.
My purpose immersed in grace.

I am immersed in God’s grace.

Now our Lord Jesus Christ Himself, and God, even our Father, Which hath loved us, and hath given us everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts, and stablish you in every good word and work.” 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 KJV

“Grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To Him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.” 2 Peter 3:18 KJV

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Cradled in Christ’s Arms | When the world is overwhelming

February 16, 2014 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

To close my eyes, never enough in the blinding light;
but shielded by God’s comforting arms.

To hear noise all around me;
but God’s voice is the only sound.

To take a deep breath in the stench;
and smell God’s sweet, sweet air.

To taste a taste so satisfying,
that I’m never hungry again.

To hit my hip against a corner;
and instead of a curse, comes praise.

To stretch out my arms, stiff and cracking;
and still grasp on what God has arranged.

The pain, it doesn’t hurt any less;
but God protects my soul.

From the maliciousness of these attacks;
from the overwhelming, caustic senses.

By His grace my spirit is not defeated,
I know that one day I’ll be healed.

For I am a child of the Almighty King.
For I am a sheep of the Good Shepherd.
For I am an infant in the arms of the Comforter.
For I am always His.

“Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust: His truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.” Psalm 91:3-7 KJV

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