Bright Shiny Objects

Why do we fix our eyes on bright shiny objects of this world

rather than gaze into the brightness of God’s glory, that shines

into this world of darkness we live in?

May we long to sit at His feet,

More than holding hands

With humanity.

May we run into His embrace

rather than into human arms.

May we lift our eyes longingly

And look into his lovely face

rather than fixing our eyes on

things in this earthly realm…

May we see clearly with heavenly eyes

And not with earth’s foggy vision

May we hear with clear perception

and not with ears clogged with earthly wax.

May He give us supernatural balance

to stay on the highway of holiness

and walk in His ways

and not our own.

May He gently pull us away

from the edge of cliffs

When we lose our hope

And can’t see what’s ahead.

May He be our joyful song

in the night when we weep

Tears of grief and pain

from deep sorrows of this life.

May He snatch us from the enemy’s grasp

set us free to become what we’re created for

To fly high above the storms

To be fully awake and alive!

May He whisper in our ear

And calm our every fear

May He smile on our day

Because His Word, we obey.

May we be divinely led

As we eat His Word, we’re fed

By the bread and wine that’s

His Body and his blood.

May we daily seek His forgiveness

As He washes us with His Word

In Him we are complete

Only in Him we are pure.

May we look to the bright future

When He comes to take us as His bride

We’ve made ourselves ready and

our dress is without spot or wrinkle.

© Copyright 2009 Marie Nease

Effortlessly

Feathers work with sky

Effortlessly, and so birds fly...

Feathers catch the air

And birds soar unaware

of effort, for they take wing

because it’s meant to be.

Everything about a bird

Is made for flight.

Their shape, their hearing

And even their sight.

Everything about our being

Is made to know and love the Lord,

Intimately...

Our hearing and seeing

Our heart leans toward

His voice, that calls

us and woos us to be

exactly what He’s

created us for.

As bird’s feathers work with the sky

Effortlessly, they soar, they dive

And gravity, they defy

as daily they do what they’re

perfectly designed to do.

The best way to fly is to be light...

Birds know to use turbulence

To their advantage, and they learn to

ride the currents of air

that are rising upward...

As we allow our hearts to be light

To use difficulty and adversity

To our advantage

We can ride the currents

of air that are rising upward

and we will fly...

effortlessly...

It’s usually not a battle, but a mystery

That a bird lifts their wings to fly

so it shouldn’t be a battle

for us to be who we’re born to be

to lift our spiritual wings and fly.

A bird’s wings can become damaged

and the bird is earthbound for awhile

as it’s feathers heal.

Be encouraged , my friend,

God’s with you in each trial.

His purposes for your days

He promises to reveal.

So, set your face toward the endless blue

Feel the breeze catch your feathers

Allow your keen vision to see the view

Of destiny’s colors blending together

In a finished painting of life.

So, remember, you’re meant to sing

And to spread your wings

And soar

To fly high above the troubles of this world

And see His pleasures and plan unfurled

In you, a bird made perfectly for flight.

And Father, Son and Spirit’s delight.

Effortlessly.

© Copyright 2009 Marie Nease

17 February 2009

"What I am gradually discovering is that
in the writing
I come in touch with
the Spirit of God."
~ Nouwen

And, for me I come in touch with the Spirit of God
through photography
through friends and family
through pain and hurt
and experiencing God's healing touch
in the midst of the pain.
through the valleys and climbing the mountains
through the aloneness of my singleness
and experiencing God's presence
even in the loneliness...
through knowing love
even in my singleness
through giving to others. evem in my emptiness.
through allowing God to move in and through me,
through His creative touch
that He paints in living color
on the black and white shadows
of my life.


Marie
February 14th 2009

I ‘m a stone in the midst of rushing river

Smoother now from water flowing over me…

Yet, it seems love, the true, sweet love of a man, evades me…

I allow the river of life to flow over me with His changing waters

To wash, to cleanse, to refresh

My thirsty, thirsty single soul.

Many days there’s joy in this simple life I lead,

Yet this heart longs to share the joys, with a man

Sent from the heart of God.

So on and on the River flows

Will I allow His current to take me

Where it will?

Yes, I choose to trust the rushing river’s current

will take me where I’m designed to go

And knows who I’m meant to travel with

On the rushing river

Of life.

Marie Nease

February 14, 2009

Godnight

Good night, Godnight,
sleep well my friend.
Only Jesus knows our
beginning and our end.

Good night, sleep loose
relaxed in His gentle care.
Only Abba knows how to
bring deepest heart repair.

Good night, dream dreams
of a future and a hope.
Only His Spirit brings joy
and allows us to cope.

Good night, Godnight
rest peacefully in His embrace.
Only the Trinity knows how to
take us to a higher place....

where we can flourish
and not just exist
where we can triumph &
through His strength, persist.

So, goodnight, Godnight, my friend.

Written for my bro-friend Rob - he's being quiet today so I'm concerned and praying more than ever.....

Winter Musings

Winter's slumber weighs heavy on my spirit,

Like rain, frozen on fragile branches,

nearly touching cold earth.
May warmth from the Son

cause spiritual icicles to melt,

like drops of grace,

like new mercies

every morning...

So thirsty, mouth and lips are dry,

Cracked, like miles of desert lands.

Only You can cause clouds to form

Bring drenching desert storm

To deeply satisfy thirsty sands.

Equilibrium’s been pulled by a strange gravity

That seems to be surely from this earth...

Would you equalize me?

Only in You sweet balance returns.

Spiritual symmetry.

This heart, you made has songs deep within

she longs to share in harmonious blending

of lives giving & receiving in love’s pleasure unending

Bringing glory to Father, Son and Spirit....

Until He comes to gather his bride

And take her to the place

He’s prepared for them

To love, forever.

By Marie Nease

January 29, 2009

Longing for Spring...again... funny, but every cold winter

I ache for Spring....