stubborn

Stubborn

I will go my own way

I will choose who I let sway

I sort of know which way is best.

But heck I want to be with the rest.

I like the feel of 1 for all and all for 1,

It always seems like so much fun.

Yeah this could happen or maybe that

But really who gives a scrap.

Except of course when my stubborn decision

Heads me to a place of prison.

Freedom of choice

Turns into a loss of voice.

Darkness encroaches,

Guilt, shame approaches

My headstrong direction at a dead end,

Now where are all those who call me friend.

A calling, a whisper, a touch,

There is only one who still loves that much.

As pride strips  away

My messiah extends mercy this very day.

He who is unbending,

 Always his love sending.

Who now will I let sway,

Will I now learn to be clay,

Let the Potter have his way?

Instead of resistant to knowledge

Perhaps now to be tenacious and acknowledge,

I don’t know the way.

Let His word have last say.

There is an uneasy place

There is an uneasy place

Where all is good yet the invasion of disquiet persists

All blessings counted for the day

Check list done

All in its place

And yet turbulence just can’t resist.

The spirit stirring

Still more to obtain

Not objects or crowns

Not things to be grasped

But something amiss.

To be, to just sit,

To enter his rest.

To fill up on words that will wisdom beget.

This “restlessness” not letting us forget

The real purpose is not our check list

Our place is not steady

We need to be on our knee's ever ready

To reach, love and care,

To rescue, give hope and prepare,
but not before we come in prayer
To the uneasy place to keep us

Holding to the one who does not shake.

Tradition edited

Tradition

Steeped in what has gone on before

Anticipation of the already known

Consistent patterns with added experiences

Stacking memories

Building relationships

Sharing time and space with those you love.

Our annual gathering for our mom's birthday has been a tradition for the past ____  years (I say 14 years, sis say's 8 years),either way it is has become a custom  to bring Jersey and Pa  sister's together to hang for the day with our mom. We have visited many quaint towns including Princeton and Peddlers Village. We have painted pottery and antique shopped as well as perused used book shelves. We have purchased treasures such as "The little Red Hen" book and cook ware. Tradition has been that we usually gather in the Month of October so autumn sights are par for the course such as scarecrow contests, apple cider and pumpkins. We have visited farmers markets and grounds with art sculpture. The day is also usually filled with some sort of dining experience from Italian, Pub style, a charming local eatery or simply good old chain restaurant food. Our conversations range over so many topics, too many to recount but usually funny stories or recollections of life growing up in the Elias home are in the lineup. Laughter, deep philosophical discussions and everyday life shared. Talks that don’t always happen over the phone and over the distance but can be counted to happen during this annual gathering.

Molded

Molded  

  Chemical compounds mined carefully,

 Each atom and molecule declaring individuality.

When we are invited to say yes,

The combining of spirit and flesh.

The refining fire melting away elements of old patterns

Stretching, pouring, changing structure but not matter.

The mold maker intimately knows the form,

In the likeness of whom he has born,

But the basic compound from flesh our own.

The model maker impressing on metal, pushing into shape,

Once the process has started there is no escape.

Sculpted but no masterpiece to be the same,

His word used to guide the metal into frame.
Each time in obedience we say yes,

The melding of spirit and flesh.

Crafted to boldly display

All the attributes of the son, each in his own way.

Embracing truth, shedding impurities,

Flesh and spirit working in harmony.

The mold itself pounded out of perfect flesh

The spirit a deposit that he has not left.

The Glory of God allowed to shine through

The Glory of God Christ in you.

In metalworking, casting involves pouring liquid metal into a mold, which contains a hollow cavity of the desired shape, and then allowing it to cool and solidify. The solidified part is also known as a casting, which is ejected or broken out of the mold to complete the process.

Embracing the glass half full:

Embracing the glass half full:

No more to look back at half empty

Thankfulness is the answer in simplicity

But what is it about this negative pull?

Again and again heart and mind dragged down dull.

Eyes needing vision to see the plenty,

Let the old and broken be only a memory.

Thoughts renewed to hope in the possible,

“Let your heart not be troubled”.

Let the One who Is, write a new story.

Through Jesus you have a new destiny

Embrace what is good and be joyful,

You are now a member of the family royal,

Given an access pass to join in the great assembly,

To be filled full now with the fathers love,

And forever more to dwell with the Father above.