When and where is there joy?
When He holds the most important place
the Highest place
the innermost throne
of my heart
and in my life.
He loves to dwell in the inner sanctuary
that too often he occupies alone
whilst waiting for me.
In that place is
A different experience each day.
and so it goes on…
I could write a Thesaurus and it would never say enough.
For the words of what is found in that place
march off the page to eternity.
My fickle heart - you have an enemy who shakes to see you go there.
Not merely to pass through paying lip service to my King
But to sit. To gaze. To dwell.
Therein my joy. My love. My heart.
Were we so shocked and traumatised
that we did not believe
that you meant what you said
when you told us
this temple will be raised just 3 days after it has been destroyed?
Were we so blind
that we did not see you
by our side
until you broke the bread and gave it to us?
Were our minds so dull
that all the prophecies meant nothing
until you patiently unpacked them?
Were our hearts so cold that we did not know you walked with us
until so much later?
Am I so tossed by life that your promises and life itself seem empty?
Am I so blind that I do not see you in every sky, tree or insect I pass?
Am I so deaf that I do not hear your voice in the wind and the word?
Is my heart so cold that I do not feel you by my side?
Every. Single. Day.
I believe. Forgive my unbelief.
The joyous wedding Marital bliss Longed for as a child, it became yours. Life looking good Except the womb lay empty And until your husband snatched away. Seven years of almost perfect Enough memories to tear at your heart As now you slept alone. And who would want a barren woman as a wife? So what to do? And how to live? A decision. A step made in the direction of the temple. A life dedicated to quiet service To cleaning and candle lighting To prayer and worship A friend of God And not abandoning hope. Seventy seven long years Living in God’s presence Sleeping in His temple Knowing Him Speaking his words. Childless you remained Until a suddenly when The Child was here and Placed in your arms. As you had entrusted your life, your self to Him So He came to You and placed himself in Your arms. A glorious eternal moment When God lay in your arms and looked you in the eyes. The arms that had been empty Now full. Love was yours. Forever.
Walking through the dark valley of the shadow does not sound so bad if You are with me
But O I underestimated the thick, impenetrable blackness
and swirling confusion of that valley.
The gut-wrenching shock - how did I get here?
No road back.
I stumble though this strange land
Every tragedy that ever assailed me seems to return
And here I am stuck, red eyes awake
Dreading the unknown path ahead...scared, if I am honest.
Fear not, child. I am with you.
I will never NEVER leave you alone.
I am not the author of confusion
I am close beside in that valley I myself traversed.
I WILL restore your soul
It may take time but let us journey.
The wind of my spirit will lift the chaotic clouds of confusion
And you will find that there are
and still waters.
Places of peace
for you to find.
I will renew your strength
A shepherd has eyes only for the sheep
And I am a good shepherd
I will not allow you to stay lost and confused
My comfort and anointing are here for you.
I will prepare such a feast for you
The enemy who watches will flee in confusion
As I reveal my favour, sacrifice and goodness.
I would like you to trust.
But whether you do or whether you don’t
Or perhaps just some of the time
My love is unfailing.
I am with you.
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