Sweet Reprieve

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© 2014 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed

Lying awake, wrapped in the darkness
Thoughts are the only sure reality
Pulsating outward amidst the silence

Let rest come
A sojourn from the pain
Banish the chords of dismay

A sip of cool water
A chip of melted ice
Swallow softly and ease the strife of the night

The sun shall rise in the new day at dawn
Comfort oneself and snuggle up tight
Praise the Lord the bearer of Light.

Sweet reprieve!

Wrestling Routine

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© 2014 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed.

Haggai 2:4 “Yet now be strong, O Zerubbabel, saith the Lord; and be strong, O Joshua, son of Josedech, the high priest; and be strong, all ye people of the land, saith the Lord, and work…for I am with you, saith the Lord.” (KJV)
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“Be strong, all the people of the land, says the Lord.”

This is something we need to take personally. Write our own names here and REST in the Lord’s promise, “I am with you.”

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Are you lying in a bed of pain and woe? Do you groan because you no longer are able to drive yourself here and there? Do you need someone to help you get dressed in the morning and undressed at night?

“What is the sense?” you ask. Because the Lord says, “I am with YOU!”

You may be unable to do many things, but you can always sing and pray. And that, dear women, is your REST.

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When Samuel Rutherford lay in Aberdeen prison, Scotland, ages ago, he wrote at the top of his letters, “God’s Palace, Aberdeen.”

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When Madam Guyon was imprisoned in the castle at Vincennes, France, she said, “It seems as though I were a little bird whom the Lord has placed in a cage, and that I have nothing now to do but sing.”

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And prisons shall palaces prove, if Jesus abides with me there.
~from Mrs. Charles E. Cowman’s “Springs in the Valley”

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The past two years I have been at rest, thankfully in my own home and with family. A muscle disease has burdened me with pain, depression and many devastating side effects from the medication. All through this I have had this mighty ally, yet lost sight of Him off and on due to my missing the target of hope. Instead I focused on tomorrow, the next day, and the next day. And the day after that. I lost sight of my Lord. Many a time.

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Patience is a hard virtue to master; faith can be an elusive routine to secure

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“I’m learning, Lord!”

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Hope

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© 2013 by Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved

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A little whine

A wee bemoan

A sighed whimper

That’s all I’ve sown

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The body rebels

Stabs my soul

Pains my mind

Make me whole

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Gird my loins

Chin up, I say

Today’s gone

Another day

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Hope lies there

Raw and bare

Through the fog

Somewhere

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Rest in Him

Hand it o’er

Share the pain

Let it pour

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Praise the Lord

Sing a psalm

Ask and seek

His sweet balm

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Amen

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NaPoWriMo     Day 29

Safe

When pain, fatigue and weakness
    sorely press in on me
        I lie back and breath deeply
            and yield to this melody . . .
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~ Fanny Crosby
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Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels, borne in a song to me.
Over the fields of glory, over the jasper sea.
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Refrain:  Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His gentle breast
There by His love o’ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest.

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Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations, sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow, free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials, only a few more tears!

Refrain

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Jesus, my heart’s dear Refuge, Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages, ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience, wait till the night is over;
Wait till I see the morning break on the golden shore.

Refrain

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Shalom to all who seek His rest!

 

Superstitious…Nah!

 

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Friday Morning-Coming Down

© Jeanne E Webster

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Enjoying a swing on the patio

Sitting in our little “Rose Garden”

Looking at that pale blue sky

Rain’s a no-show, I’ll pardon

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Blurred with white chalky scrapes

Overhead is a see-through image

Last night’s leftover half-moon

Must ’a lost the rest in scrimmage

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Hummingbirds all a’ squeak

A winged rush hour traffic jam

Zooming like mad robotic bees

Deftly loving the ambrosial jamb

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Gum trees shake off their sleep

Casting shade all over the hills

Cicada males not yet awake

Dreaming of their mating shrills

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Melodious call of an oriole male

Not yet sipping of my nectar

Crepe myrtle in fuchsia regalia

Rose petals, the sun rays detector

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A blue jay is squaring off afar

Probably out protecting his mate

Neighborhood roosters a’ crowing

Pleased that the night did vacate

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A dull thumping of railroad cars

Mulishly moving down the tracks

Loaded with sooty coal, I guess

Heading up north, a’ clickity-clack

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A hummer just flew past my nose

Stopped on a dime then returned

Saw my bright red shirt, I reckon

Inching closer, drooled and yearned

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Ready to propel even closer now

Till I uttered, “I don’t think so!”

Off it flew with a squeak and snip,

In a blaze of its slinky chapeau

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Bathed my two Cavalier Spaniels

Got my front end as wet as they

But I can’t run around the yard

And shake off and loudly bray

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Certainly I knew I had better not

What would the neighbors think?

An old lady romping with dogs

Surely needs to visit a shrink

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But when those baths are done

Oh, to become a little girl again

I’d chase my tail and play dog

Bark and run after the mailmen

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I’d dance the day away… maybe

But I’m afraid this tired ole body

Would give out fast and furious

Put me to bed with a hot toddy

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My knees would grate and grit

My hips would start to grumble

The hard ground would beckon

And I’d surely take a tumble

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But jes’ for the tiniest moment

I would be all tickled and pink

For I’d soon be soaring home

In just about forty odd winks!