How Sweet Would My Life Be!

How Sweet Would My Life Be!

If I could sing without fault or flaw

Or write the words that would instill awe

If I could cause the world to pause

How sweet would my life be!

If all I spoke was out of love

And all my fears I could rise above

And words could mend and heartache end

How sweet would my life be!

Only, I am here with fault and stain

And often my words come from pain

When fear is strong and hope is gone

Your grace will set me free!

Only then as I lift my voice

And with all the angels I rejoice

Then words ring true and hearts see You

For Your grace has set me free!

A Whisper at a Rock Concert

I decided to try to find my blog, (my other blog,) using a key word; and I discovered that it is next to impossible! Using just one word there were 46.5 million posts! If I only continue writing based on my significance or importance in the world wide web I'm afraid I just don't matter. I'm as lost as a whisper at a rock concert.So why should I continue? Why pour myself out onto the page? Why write what never gets read? Where do I find affirmation? Should I even try looking for affirmation? Is it important? Am I looking for fame? Are my efforts just causing me to become cynical? Should I even think about my vulnerability to being hurt by this process? Does anyone care?

Wow! What a Negative Nelly! Honestly, these thoughts do cross my mind. And I do appreciate those who comment on my blogs, but I am just beginning this part of the journey and I am trying to learn how God would direct me. Even if I have only an audience of One, right now I am in the right place doing the right thing. And I beg your forbearance as I stumble in the process. 

Right now I'm thinking about deleting this entire post, but I know those of you who care about me don't mind  hearing my struggles, and I am thankful for that. Love you guys! 

A Boy and His Dog

A boy and his dog
Went for a walk
In the morning fog

They came to a log
And decided to stop
The boy on the log
And the dog on top

They decided to talk
Tho' the dog could bark
And the log had bark
Neither the dog
Or the log could talk

So the boy and his dog
Continued their walk
In the morning fog

Next on their walk
They came to a creek
And sat on a rock

The boy started to speak
The dog started to bark
The boy took a peek
Under the rock

And their was a mouse
Who had started to squeak
From his little mouse house

The boy wanted to talk
The mouse said "squeak-squeak"
The dog said "bark-bark"
Neither the creek
Or the rock could talk

So the boy and his dog
Continued their walk
In the morning fog

The boy wanted to talk
But no one could be found
So he went back by the rock
With the mouse in the ground

And went past the creek
Past the log that had bark
But can't speak

Back to his home
Back to his room
Back to his Mom
Where he talked clear til noon!

He talked of his walk
With his dog and the log
And the creek and the rock
And the mouse in his house

And when all had been said
With his dog in his lap
He nodded his head
And they both took a nap

Sandy Blackburn 11/14/2012

What's on the Menu?

I was chatting with a friend and I was complaining about my being stuck, listing all the wonderful things I would like to be doing.

In the past I would be condemning myself for time wasted playing on the computer or watching TV. Or my poor eating habits like eating cookies or drinking tea with sweetened soy creamer. But I am allowed to do these things; I am free to do these things.

So now I look at it in a new way. I compared it to adding things to my menu. I told her I wanted to put more choices on my menu, healthier choices. So even if I add only one new choice into my day I will feel good.

Today I am adding writing in my blog. Oh, and I went back to the gym for the first time in two months! I will still play on the computer and I still have to go to work but I feel less stuck.

Tomorrow I may choose to eat asparagus with my dinner or drink water instead of pop. The choices are endless.

What will you add to your menu today?

The Realness of God

I was sitting in church after having missed three Sundays, thinking about how distant I felt from God, and how many struggles I had been facing. The songs we were singing about His greatness, His power, His glory, I had sung many times and truly felt them but this day, did I really believe it? So I began to pray. Somehow I had managed to allow my own weakness, my own doubts to diminish my view of Gods abilities. The measure of my current faith does not change Gods nature. He is God Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth. omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent. My inability to know everything about Him and His ways doesn't make Him small, illusive, reclusive or even fictitious. He is knowable and I believe it is my own distraction that  prevents me from feeling His loving presence and His desire to be present in my life. Maybe I have been focusing too much on the negative spaces, the shadows, that I forget God is alive and active and willing. I do feel I am in a rut. I lack direction, motivation, joy, and a positive attitude. I find myself wanting to hide, to disconnect and just be free of stress; but what I'm finding is I don't come to any resolution, I just feel stagnant and bitter.So understanding that my minuscule faith does not diminish Gods ability, I will plant my "mustard seed" size faith and know He is able to grow it!

Silence

I just needed to post something, anything. I have been long overdue to write something. I want to come back to this. Sometimes we go off into the silence and let the noise of this life drown out any real thought we might have.

Rainy Days

Rainy days are for reading books,

and sipping tea.

They are for slippers and cozy robes

clear into early afternoon.

And they are for permission to say,

"Tomorrow is a new day."

Sandy Blackburn 2/9/12