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“On This Day”~A Christmas Poem

On this day

We remember the poor.

We open the doors

Of our homes and hearts

To let loved ones in.

 

On this day

We  give more than we receive.

We open our hands

And stretch our faith,

Helping our fellow neighbor.

 

On this day

We put our differences aside.

We open our minds

To the freedom of forgiveness

And the gift of grace.

 

Let this day

Last longer than just a meal.

Let this day

Become our anthem.

 

As we sing of the King

Who made Himself small,

To give us new life

On this day–

 

And for all eternity.

 

Written by Emily Smith at fearfullywonderfullyme.com, 2016 ©


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Have a very Merry Christmas! 

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One Semester~A Story of Faith Overcoming Fear

The following is a guest post by the talented blogger Courtney of 1 Timothy 4:12 Girl. I hope you enjoy her creative story on how God used her to reach a lost fellow student.


The story below is based heavily on my own experience at a local state college. While names have been changed for privacy purposes, the accounts described are true, and it speaks of how I believe God chose to use me during my semester at my former college. I pray that you can be inspired and encouraged, and that this story inspires you to live boldly for Christ.

 Dear God,

Remember what I wrote in my diary five years ago–about how I needed to go to Greensburg State College to reach someone for you? Well, over this past semester, I think I finally figured out who it was.

Liam Anderson.

Somehow I knew. Five years ago, when I was only thirteen years old, I knew that someone at Greensburg needed to hear about Jesus. I knew you were calling me there–just like how you called Jonah to go to Nineveh in the Old Testament.

All that was missing was the face and name. Somehow, in an event that could only be explained in the language of divine intervention, you had a plan for me to share the good news of your love and grace with a fellow classmate.

Who would have thought it would be Liam, the one guy in class who was openly involved in Wicca, and a self-proclaimed witch?

I certainly didn’t know–at least not at first. I remember the fear that washed over me when he gave a speech about his beliefs, which served as a stark contrast to my own Christian faith. I’ll be honest, I had one very distinct feeling in the midst of it. A feeling that I rarely seem to have around other people.

Fear.

Like Jonah, my instinct was to run–quite literally even, as I stood outside the classroom in the following week, very tempted to ditch class–something that I have never done before in my entire life. But this felt different, like a battle between darkness and light. A battle between two very different sides of the spiritual realm.

You gave me the courage to go back–to face my fear head on. I talked to pretty much every Christian I knew about it–my pastor’s wife, my closest friends, my parents…in a battle between fear and faith, I thought for certain that fear was going to win. But, it didn’t. Faith won–faith had the last word.

Due to the classroom setup and the way that the seats were positioned, I had the opportunity to talk to Liam on more than one occasion. I held on tightly to my faith and got up the courage to talk to someone from a very different belief system and worldview. In the midst of it, you taught me something that I should have realized all along.

Liam is a person–a person who is undoubtedly on the wrong path, but a person nonetheless. You formed him with the same hands that crafted the most devout believers on the planet. He is someone you care about–someone you’re pursuing even as I write this. As the semester continued, I began to see the many ways that you’ve gifted him. I began to see past the sin to the heart of a very sincere person, who had the capacity to make a mark for you, if he only knew you.

But there have been signs you’re doing something powerful in his life, and all this time you were using me to help plant a seed. Two weeks ago, when I gave a speech, incorporating Bible verses as I spoke, I caught him nodding–as if something about the verses resonated with something deep inside of him. He’s been surrounded by Christians this whole semester, and was sitting right up front when another girl mustered up the courage to read straight from the Bible in class.

Not to mention that dream that I had about a month ago–the one where I ran into him and he announced that he became a Christian. After that, I have an unexplainable peace about the situation–a strange sort of knowing that I’ll see him in Heaven someday. His words on the last day of class served as further confirmation of this: “I’ll see you around.”

Maybe not at Greensburg, as I’ve recently made the decision to transfer to a school that will be better fit for my degree and career, but I believe I will see him again someday. I believe that you’re leading him to you–and that my urgency to go to Greensburg, even for just one semester, was a chapter in the story that you’re writing in his life.

I don’t know what you have in store for the rest of my life or for the lives of my former classmates at Greensburg, but I know you have good plans for all those who earnestly seek you. I can trust you with my story because you’ve already written itfrom my first inkling of my mission to go there, to the last day of my semester, to the time you will call me home. You have a story.

And because of this I can have faith–a faith that’s big enough to overcome any fear.

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go (Joshua 1:9).


I hope you like this post! For more writing by Courtney, check out her blog here.

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For My Grandma~A Guest Post by Dainty M

Hoodies and Hope

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I remember being wrapped up

In an over-sized hoodie

Folding in on myself,

As I ignored God’s quiet whisper

To come home.

Now here I am

Staring at the hazy walls of the hospital

As I wait for news.

The sun is setting and

The humidity is like a curtain.

I’m trying to balance

Who I was yesterday

And the storms I now face.

I trace the gold anchor

Wrapped around my neck.

Hope–

That one word.

I know I’ll make it through somehow.

I know You’ll always love me

Even when the hoodies are gone.

I know You’ll never leave me

Even when I run

Down the hall,

Looking for a way to

Make myself smaller.

Let me fall into you,

So I don’t break.

Let me take root where

Your anchor stands.

I’m coming home.

 

Written by Emily Smith at fearfullywonderfullyme.com, 2016 ©

This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the Presence behind the veil (Hebrews 6:19 NKJV).

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Quote Challenge~Day 1 (Stephen King)

Hello lovely readers and followers! I’ve been nominated for a fun challenge by the lovely Loluwaand. Please go check out her awesome blog when you get the chance! Basically, I choose one favorite quote a day for three days and then nominate others to join in on the fun 🙂

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Lately I’ve been burying my nose in the book On Writing by Stephen King. It’s basically a memoir and writing guide by the great American horror author. One of my mentors gave me this book for my birthday, and I am in love with it. Although I am not in no way as talented as Stephen King, I find that I can relate to his approach to writing fiction.

As many of you may know, I am working on my first novel. Actually, it’s my second. The first one never made it past the first draft because I decided that for right now it’s just for me. But this current one will definitely be published next year (Lord willing)!

Anyway, there are many awesome quotes from King’s inspirational book, but this one is definitely a favorite. As an artist, sometimes it seems like life is what inspires your craft. While this may be true, I think that art is what inspires life.

Whenever I feel sad, anxious, or joyful, writing is the perfect way for me to channel my emotions. Of course I go to God in prayer, but often times I will still feel that gentle tug to do some creative writing. Writing is my therapy, and I’m sure that many of you can relate.

Whatever art you create, whether it be writing, painting, drawing, sculpting, crafting, music, and everything in between, that is the gift God has given you to inspire your own life and the lives of those around you.

My Nominations for Day 1:
You are under no obligation to undertake this challenge, but it would be great fun if you do that.
Rules:
  1. 3 quotes, one a day or all 3 quotes on the same day.
  2. You have to nominate three bloggers to undertake this challenge for each quote posted.
  3. Thank the person who nominated you.
  4. Inform your nominees.

Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for day 2! As always, please feel free to comment and share 🙂 

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