Click Click Click: Three Links of Encouragement #5

Happy Friday! Here are some articles I’ve read and loved in the past few weeks…

A Month of Memory Helps: Truths About God by Judy Douglass…“So to help me remember what God has so graciously tried to teach me, I have devised short sayings as reminders of truths about God and His desires for my life.  Maybe some of these will resonate with you. There’s one for every day of the month.” Read the rest here.

Date a Boy Who Travels by Lainnnes…“Date a boy who treasures experience over toys, a hand-woven bracelet over a Rolex. Date the boy who scoffs when he hears the words, “vacation”, “all-inclusive”, or “resort”. Date a boy who travels because he’s not blinded by a single goal but enlivened by many.” Read the rest here.

180 Movie…this is not an article, but I nevertheless wanted to share it. It is a powerful short documentary about abortion, morals, and the Gospel. Definitely worth your time. Watch it here.

What have you been reading?

a song + a poem for your friday

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.

-Robert Frost

Love: a poem by Michaela F.

love.
kinda confusing.
always unconditional,
but different situations
call for different expressions
of this verb we call love.
sometimes it’s a lotta TLC
not the channel-the acronym silly!
sometimes it’s tough;
you just gotta let them go
and hope they figure it out on their own.
sometimes it’s both:
gentle support
while you push them out the door.
it’s hard, it hurts
and it’s not always returned,
but loving like our Father is worth it.

Finally Eternally

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Breaking free and heading home

Traveling to a place of light
on the tune of a wedding song
Beautiful picture of the Creator’s glory
The Lord’s kingdom, not a dream

We enter the dwelling place in awe

Overcome with consuming awe
and breathless at the sight of this new home
The streets reflect a golden light
Divine beauty inspires a song
While a trumpet call beckons into His glory
Through pearly gates as in John’s dream

 

Throne room scene a golden dream

The crystal sea of glass inspires awe

Emerald throne, my Father’s home
Drawn to the unapproachable light
Raptured by the Lover’s song

The city tells of His gloryThere He sits on the throne of glory
A voice of thunder not from a dream
calls me in but I tremble in awe
unworthy to enter His sacred home

His face is like a beam of light

Indescribable in a million songs

 

Holy, holy, holy is the joyous song
Faces hidden in fear of His glory
The angels appear more vivid than a dream

Seraphim fly around Him in awe

Angelic legions fill His heavenly home
and dance on beams of lightLamb of God enfolds me in His light
and sings to me the Savior’s song
Cannot help but behold His glory
A renewed body, I only dared to dream
No earthly words to describe my state of awe
At last I know the meaning of home

An eternal home, a shining light
A holy song proclaiming glory
Not a dream, full of awe

Snow Globe

{photo credit: michaela f.}

The village is a snow globe

Everything covered in a cold, wet blanket

The snowflakes like weightless pearls

Glimmering in the street lights

Dropping as if a necklace in the heavens broke

And the beads are now falling to the ground below

The white, untouched fields like a wedding dress

I wish I did not have to violate the scene

But since someone will eventually ruin it

It might as well be me

I look down on the town from my hilltop perch

I see the houses of the town

Like a child’s play set all laid out

Every one of them snoozing away

The only light coming from lamps along the road

Casting a yellow glow

Let us hope that when the globe is shaken again

It will settle to be this beautiful once more

Written by Michaela F.