Your Dying Spouse 678 - Running From Jesus

There's so much in life that I've done wrong, things that I can no longer 'fix'.

But the worst are the times that I ran away from Jesus, trying, in my shame, to hide.

Not a winning plan.

I do not want this cup of pain,

I do not want the tears

that echo some sad soft refrain,

a hymn to wasted years.

There has to be another road

to which I can return.

There has to be another load,

a world where I don't burn.

But this is really all there is,

an I must live with what I've done.

bowing to eigencies,

and avoiding the risen Son.

Musicf rom The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, with Remember Me. A very powerful and moving song and video.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

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Your Dying Spouse 677 - Broken To Joy {FMF}

I guess all of this, the cancer and the pain and the humiliation, in body and ego, had to be, so that God could see me complete.

Honestly, it's been worthwhile. I have found a depth of gratitude for the simple, small things in life. There had been so much striving, such dreams!

The dreams are broken now, as my body is breaking.

But the small graces remain, and if I choose to hold them in my hands, they grow to fill the space in my heart I had thought emptied.

God does not take away, without giving much, much more.

And I would not trade this, for anything.

There's nothing now that will arrest

the decline and then the fall,

but those who know me will attest

that I don't mind at all.

Sure, I guess it might be better

to live a life of normal length,

but to live in joy unfettered

is a blessing and a strength.

Only now my eyes were opened

to the things that God's prepared,

and for delight I was first broken;

past despair, I stayed and cared.

On this old saw my days are pegged:

"Ain't no omelette with an unbroke egg."

Music from Needtobreathe, with Keep Your Eyes Open.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.

Your Dying Spouse 676 - Secret Asian Man

It has been, I guess, a weirdly wonderful life, especially since I'm alive to write this.

Don't ask as to the life I've led;

that would be a faulty plan.

If told then you'd be made dead

for I'm Secret Asian Man.

I've been to places I can't find

on the map, though they were hell.

The locals sure head-faked my mind,

and, yeah, oh Lord, the smell!

There have been trips I have logged

that for some, became a bummer;

when metaphorical toilet's clogged,

then dude, you need a plumber.

Young men on glory always thrived,

and wondered, later, how they survived.

Music from Johnny Rivers, with Secret Agent man.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.

Your Dying Spouse 675 - What Can't Be Cured

It's a fact that not everyone gets a healing miracle, at least not the physical kind. There's the 'healing of the heart' which is, I think, a lot more commonly offered than we might imagine, but many reject it because it's not the miracle they want.

But it's the one Jesus got, on the cross.

He went from

Father, why have You forsaken me?

to

Father, into Thy hands I commend My spirit.

I know that I am falling fast,

and it seems I can’t be cured,

But I shall make the moments last,

and to the end I’ll have endured.

This is not some sobbing tragedy,

for we live in shadow of the Fall,

and death shall come for you and me,

but Christ, He died to save us all.

I hold to what the Good Book says,

that God’s mission was completed

over those grim and glorious days,

at the end of which, death was defeated.

The pain is fierce, but it’s transitory,

and it writes not ‘finis’ to my story.

Music from Phil Wickham, with This Is Amazing Grace.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.

Your Dying Spouse 674 - Reborn {FMF}

In the middle of the night, beset by wakeful pain and eerie dreams haunting half-sleep, it can be really hard to believe in the morning.

The window stays dark when you look at it. And it's still dark the next time you look, and the next.

But the sun will rise again, and with it, we are reborn from the clutches of a sinister night.

It seems that I am marked to die

and cancer's will prevails;

no-one seems to hear my cry

and dead men tell no tales.

The cold salt-waves duck my face,

I see no friendly sails,

no sign of rescue or of grace;

and dead men tell no tales.

I wonder how I ended here,

through all my wandering trails,

awash in pain, awash in fear,

and dead men tell no tales.

Now sudden-held, Hands rent by nails,

and the men reborn sing praise.

Music from the Foo Fighters, with the relentlessly cheerful Walk, and visuals from Thor.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.