I was so busy hoping
and striving
to be amazing
that I almost forgot to be me.
Whew! I almost missed my calling!
Friday, November 5, 2010
The Banner
There's something
That's been hanging
Over my head lately
More and more
It's been getting my attention
At times I look up
And gaze straight at it
Marveling at its presence
In its shadow
Which is somehow made of light
I freely dance
As though not a soul is watching
Yet closer than ever
Someone is watching my soul
When I look inside me
It is there
Even when I'm feeling things
I wish I weren't feeling
Discouragement
Fear
Anger
Despair
There it remains over me, over me
It reaches into meThat's been hanging
Over my head lately
More and more
It's been getting my attention
At times I look up
And gaze straight at it
Marveling at its presence
In its shadow
Which is somehow made of light
I freely dance
As though not a soul is watching
Yet closer than ever
Someone is watching my soul
When I look inside me
It is there
Even when I'm feeling things
I wish I weren't feeling
Discouragement
Fear
Anger
Despair
There it remains over me, over me
Drapes itself around me
And carpets the ground
Beneath me
Yet somehow is
The ground beneath me
I abide and grow
As slowly I know
In the safety of this place
The works of God
Are wonderful
My expanding heart
Indeed fills with wonder
At the beauty
Of what He's made
And is making
In the world out there
And of me
In here
He beckons me
Lay down my fear
The dread that says
I'll never be
Not ever be
Who I'm made to be
I was made to be
With this banner
Called "Love"
Over me
diane carver mann 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
My Soul is Knowing It
My friend Stacey and I recently together went on an outing to Oak Glen and Live Oak Canyon to photograph fall scenery. At the end of our day, we decided we would each look over our pictures and find the most meaningful one and tell each other what message in that photo God may have for us or what He was stirring in us. I loved all Stacey's shots and thought mine didn't turn out so well, but when I got to this one, it spoke to me.
The flower looks as if it is peeking out from behind a leaf behind which it had previously been hiding shyly. It's a sunflower, but not yellow like most sunflowers, and it is done being ashamed about its uniqueness and, in fact, even beginning to embrace who its Creator made it to be. The flower seemed to be saying, even singing, "It's good to be me!" Without further explanation, here it is! And I'm making bookmarks out of the pictures, writing the verse below on the backs of them and giving them to a group of people who really helped create a sacred and safe place this year for me to blossom.
The flower looks as if it is peeking out from behind a leaf behind which it had previously been hiding shyly. It's a sunflower, but not yellow like most sunflowers, and it is done being ashamed about its uniqueness and, in fact, even beginning to embrace who its Creator made it to be. The flower seemed to be saying, even singing, "It's good to be me!" Without further explanation, here it is! And I'm making bookmarks out of the pictures, writing the verse below on the backs of them and giving them to a group of people who really helped create a sacred and safe place this year for me to blossom.
"Wonderful are your works!
My soul knows it very well."
Psalm 139:14b
The View From Here
The path is narrow
But the view is broad
Everywhere I look
I see God.
diane mann 2010
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