a painful road i walk
beckoning me to give more
convincing me to finish last
demanding that I love
i am walking the path to humility.
Too many times, words don't come out the way that I would like. I can't do justice when trying to verbalize feelings. It's in writing that I find that...that I can express myself...describe how I am feeling. It's also great therapy in times like these.
The poem above is and ABC (this time I did end up using ABC):
A poem that has five lines that create a mood, picture, or feeling. Lines 1 through 4 are made up of words, phrases or clauses while the first word of each line is in alphabetical order. Line 5 is one sentence long and begins with any letter.
2 things to add:
hMM, SUCH POWER IN WORDS. I enjoyed your poem...and the little lesson on its variety...but it got me thinking about the power of our words. I thought about your profile and how you start that I am the wife of an unemployed carpenter...perhaps you should change this up...time for a change...perhaps the words are where it can begin. Maybe as the words begin to speak forth life (power in our tongue)...perhaps God's Spirit will move.
(((hug)))
Kimmie
mama to 7
one homemade and 6 adopted
I appreciate your suggestion, however that's the reality of the road we are walking here. To erase "the wife of an unemployed carpenter" would seem to me as if I am pretending that everything is just fine. I have been nothing but real on here in hopes to encourage someone walking the same road I am on...to hopefully make that wife and/or mother not feel so lonely. It's not all roses. I think too many times, when Christians are walking through valleys in their lives, we are made to feel that if there is sadness, brokeness, anger, hurt, or any of those feelings, that we are doing something wrong...that we are not trusting God. Jesus himself cried out to His Father, "Father, why have you forsaken me?" I am thankful that God is big enough that I can come and fall on my face and ask Him the very same question. He can handle it. There is power in prayer and God's Spirit will move when He sees fit...when the trying, testing, and pruning has finished in His eyes. Until that time, I will continue being real on my blog as well as in real life...all the while, pointing to God's goodness and grace that even though I am a wife to an unemployed carpenter, I am a daughter of my King. Not a sparrow falls that he doesn't see, and I know that He will continue to lift me up.
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