HEALING - GROWTH!

Many times I have opportunity to listen to people and their challenges, issues, concerns. When I come home I sometimes write down further thoughts and ideas - perhaps something I should have said, but didn't - perhaps my feelings on the same subject - perhaps generating different ideas..... these are some........

Father, I bring you my hurt.

I’ve been a child about it.

I have had unexpected tumbles,
Got deep scrapes and cuts.

Like a mother you kissed them better

You bandaged me up.

I keep pulling the bandage off
To see if it’s healing.

I won’t do that anymore.


Father, I bring you my regrets.

I’ve been riding them like a merry-go-round;

Playing the same song over and over

In vain annoying repetitions;
Going in circles, heading nowhere.
What a waste of time and energy!

It’s even making me nauseous.

I’m getting off now.
I’d rather be going places with you.


Father, I bring you my envy and jealousy.

They are like two green-eyed monsters under my bed;

Only given life by my active mind.
If I choose not to give them life,

Then they have no power to hurt me.

You have shined your light under my bed;

And exposed them for who they really are.

Powerless, toothless, ugly creatures.
I will toy with them no longer.

I could go on Father, but You understand me.

You can have my security blanket,
For in You I find security and safety.

You know my many doubts,

Those hundreds of questions, “Are we there yet?”

You give me a trust that’s maturing.

You especially know my temper tantrums,

And You teach me how to use my anger wisely.

Father, please keep working
on all the things
I need to leave behind.
When I was a child, I thought like a child!

Now that I am an adult, I will think like one!

You have allowed the little child within

To finally catch up to the rest of me.

Thank you Lord for inner healing!


Karin Ristau

4 comments:

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Very nice, Karin. I'll bet you are the perfect person to work with elderly people. You have a true gift - a gift of listening and being able to say just the right thing to others.

I still hope you publish your poems someday.
Hugs,
Betsy

Karabeth said...

It never ceases to amaze me how quick I am to bring my troubles to the Lord only to pick them up again in a day or so. Envy, jealousy, and regrets are my specialty sometimes.

Cathryn said...

Hi Karin, Glad to be back at blogging. I appreciated all your comments over at my blog about FB and totally understand and appreciate your perspective. It just didn't work for me. I had become addicted in about a week. Lord Bless, Cathryn

Brenda Leyland said...

Karin,

I enjoyed these lines.....

You have shined your light under my bed;
And exposed them for who they really are.
Powerless, toothless, ugly creatures.
I will toy with them no longer.

Amen!