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Friends

I won’t boast about tomorrow.
I’m not even sure of today,
But I’m tempted to want to figure it out;
To make all the hard stuff go away.

It’s the friends that enter in with me
Who remind me that they are near
Who faithfully sharpen and faithfully stay
Who help when the path’s not that clear.

My heart is often reflecting
What’s going on in my life,
And the things that come out
And the things that I see
Aren’t pretty but laden with strife.

So I’m walking and working and trying
to stay on the path and believe
That attention and knowing and trusting
Will bring provision
and offer reprieve.

descending path

~reflecting on Proverbs 27~

Folly

This is a haiku,
But it’s not about nature.
It’s all about fools.

So much to take in
About fools and their folly,
I’m ready to sleep.

Is there a difference
Between sluggard and weary?
I certainly hope.

Everything’s backwards
In the land of the foolish.
I am not joking.

Go read for yourself.
Spend time in this chapter~
Proverbs twenty-six
.

We all show up here.
In one form or another,
We’ve been there before.

~Proverbs 26~

Weigh

Weigh my heart, Lord.
Look and see what I love
~what drives me on.

The quarreling, fretting about the future,
all that I cannot control, yet you know
~help me cast it on you.

If the king’s heart is a stream of water in your hand,
why should not mine be?
~move it in the direction you want me to go.

Keep me humbly focused on you as I ready my horse.
~the victory is yours.

~a prayer inspired by Proverbs 21~

Purpose

I wrestle with a purpose
that doesn’t match my plan.

In all that’s overwhelming,
I find it hard to stand.

I’m not the wealthy,
not the poor.
I’ve deep desires.
I long for more.

And many children, full of need
To guide with words and hope they’ll heed.

Steadfast love is my desire.
Help me through this trial by fire.
Bring knowledge, patience, honesty.
With rest and wisdom, visit me.

~longings from Proverbs 19~

Change

Casting lots
Making plans
It’s the will of God that stands.

Gold and silver
are my choice.
God says to heed wisdom’s voice.

Glorious words
Sweet and kind
are like honeycomb to find.

Crowning glory
Stands of gray
Lessons learned along the way.

These things are hard.
These things are real.
They go against all that I feel.

Established plans
I long to see.
The first thing that must change is me.

~end-of-week thoughts from Proverbs 16~

Tempted

I’m tempted to want the great treasure without
While missing the treasure within.

My heart isn’t cheerful.
My words aren’t kind
.
I lose sight of the race to win.

How do my words sound to those that I love?
I’m grieved to say hasty and loud.

My heart doesn’t ponder the wisdom to use;
instead I am angry and proud.

I long to be gentle,
to speak answers soft,
to be glad and be cheerful of face.
Be content with my little
and mix up my herbs
and stay present
to finish my race.

~a real-life exercise from Proverbs 15, as I finally type the last line at 10:15pm after an incredibly long day, week, season and lose patience with the child who asks if I have seen their heap o’ dirty clothes needed for tomorrow and is the washer available~

Toil

Profiting toil
what is that?
It’s the doing and not just the talk.
It’s fearing the Lord,
understanding and strong.
It’s patiently walking the walk.

It’s the building up of a house
where the oxen are plenty and strong,

though the manger is messy,
and chaos is loud,
and the days feel endlessly long.

It’s the flourishing within our tent,
while our hearts may be aching with grief.
It’s the moments of joy in the struggle.
It’s the laughter that brings us relief.

It’s a strong confidence that remembers
the call and commitment to care;
to offer our children a fountain of life,
to remind them we’ll always be there.

It’s the peace in the midst of the struggle.
A heart that is fully at rest.
With wisdom to guide us,
and hope to provide us
reminders of how we’ve been blessed.

~a reminder of the profit in the toil from Proverbs 14~

Words

It’s tough to ignore the vexation,
the insults hurled ~
angry words.

A fruit~bearing root is
established,
secure ~
Planted deep, so it cannot be moved.

Healing is brought through the words of the wise ~
they bind wounds that a harsh tongue inflicts.

Good words spoken
Gladden ~
Lighten an anxious heart.

They lead to a pathway of life.

~pondering Proverbs 12~

Woman

Woman,
You’re astounding.
You are humble.
You are wise.

Your heart has been trustworthy.
There is kindness in your eyes.

Woman,
You have studied
to give counsel
and to bless.

Your words have guided many
safely through their painful mess.

Woman,
You’ve been steadfast
to speak truth and
to be kind.

You’ve often given freely
of your treasure and your time.

Woman,
You are weary.
You’ve served others.
You have blessed.

You’ve come upon a season
where your own heart feels pressed.

Woman,
Please be watered.
Please be cared for.
Please take time

To let your loved ones serve you
when your heart does not feel fine.

Woman,
You are precious.
You have flourished.
You’ve borne fruit.

It’s time to step aside to breathe
and rest upon your route.

~inspired by Proverbs 11 and the wise women who have inspired me~