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

Comments

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
Kimberly Pitman 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
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!

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