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The God Who Sees

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So I just finished reading a book called Heart Changer.  It’s a fictionalized account of the slave girl to Naaman.  He had leprosy and had to wash in the river Jordan.  You can find his story in 2 Kings 5. 

A quote that caught my attention runs as follows:

Even though I do not believe in your God, Miriam, I can sense that He is watching you.  That his hand is upon you.  And he has plans for you.  I never thought I could say that about a god, but your God is not one made of wood or stone.  He is one who hears and cares deeply.  He is one who sees.

I got to thinking about that.  God who sees.  What does that really mean?

The God Who Sees

Question asked:
What does it mean
That God is a God who sees?

Does it mean that when a sparrow falls
He actually cares?
Or is he a distant God just noting
The event without concern?

Does it mean when I weep in despair
while washing the dishes, that it matters to him?
Or does he again, just note it
and go on about his affairs?

Questions sometimes hit
When you think about a God who sees.
What does it really mean?
Does one who sees care?

The thought implies that he does.
What’s the point of seeing if it’s just
another point to make a note of?
Seeing implies that he really sees.

That he sees the depths of confusion and hurt.
That he notes the hunger of the sparrow
The pain on a brow
All the signals that something isn’t right.

So what happens then?
What happens when a God sees?
Does he act?
Does he do anything to show he sees?

I don’t always know it
Sometimes I do
Like when we read about how God
Gives us something tangible to show the intangible.

Using something that we know well
Like taste, texture, sight, smell
An action of giving
and then receiving.

To remind us of the bigger picture
HIS SON DIED.

So when I pause to really think
what it means to have a
God that sees.
It does matter.

It mattered before the moment
that those tears fell
When a heart wept
When a bird stopped singing.

God saw it then
He sees it now
And he’s already done it.

The question now is
Do I make the choice to see him?
To know the one
Who saw me first?

The God Who Sees

Well, a poem

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Oh, I am running so late for doing my five minute Friday post. It’s late on Saturday night!   Can you believe it? I do have a good excuse, you see last night I was busy until quite late at night.  I was at the TEACH curriculum sale in Brantford.   I had so much fun.  

Well, a poem

I was delighted to be at a table next to Sarah Wall. She blogs over at Raising Royalty. She’s such a sweet lady and is force to be reckoned with.  She makes me feel capable and like I can do important things too!  🙂   She happily and easily helped me manage a large table of books.  Such a good natured, nice lady.   Anyways!  Enough.. I had so much fun.  I love talking books and selling books and just dealing with books, so going to curriculum sales is just a huge amount of fun for me. 

As I’m writing these words I’m thinking to myself, what does the word well mean to me?  What resonates within me at the word?

Well, a poem

Well
A hole deep in the ground
Water at the bottom?
Or maybe something else.
Youngsters be careful
Not to fall but
If your donkey falls in on Sunday
You help him get out.

Well
A thought or emotion
How do things go?
If things are well
It is good,
A move to the positive.
I wonder though
Would you admit if
you weren’t?

Well
A job finished
Completion
A good job
The thoroughness needed
For something to be done

Well
Are you well?
Is your health okay
Any concerns
Is a doctor needed?
Run that mile
Walk that block
Keep your heart
Going tick tock

Well
Exclamation
A shock you see
Something unexpected
Between you and me
I didn’t know
How can that be?
It’s a surprise!

Well can be
So many things
What is well with you?

Names Matter

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So I’ve been watching this intriguing show lately.  It’s called The Imposters.   The basic premise is a young lady who marries people under an assumed name and then leaves them after taking all their money.   She’s known as Eva, Alice, CeCe and Saffron.. and who knows how many other names before then.  To the person affected the names used mattered.

I found myself feeling sorry for the people that she’s conned.  Imaging myself falling in love and then having that love betray me. Not a good thing at all. 

Over the course of the series, I am starting to feel sorry for this young lady of many names. Caught in a game that cons people out of their hard-earned money.  Pretending to love them in order to do so. BUT NOW… she’s in love and having to treat that love just like any other mark.  She wants to get out of the game but finds that she can’t.  Her very life will be at risk… and I feel sorry for her. 

I shouldn’t.  It doesn’t make a lot of sense.  A con-man is a con-man (or con-woman). And yet…there I am, rooting for her to find a way.  To find a way to get past this constant change in name and decide to settle on her own name and an honest way of living. 

As I ponder this incongruity I think about how God has tons of names, when the lad was younger we studied the different names of God.  We made a double sided plaque for the wall with all the names we found. 

The thing is… God’s names mean something.  

Names Matter
Jehovah-Jireh : My Provider
El Shaddai : Lord God Almighty  
Jehovah-Nissi :mThe Lord my Banner
El-Elyon : The Most High God 
Jehovah-Raah : The Lord my Shephrd
El-Olam : The Everlasting God

The list could go on and on
Showing us who Christ is,
in the names he bears.
Showing us who God is, 
in the names he bears
Showing us who the Holy Spirit is,
In the names he bears.

Names matter.
The name of God matters.
Elohim, 
Redeemer,
Saviour,
Spirit of Wisdom.

No Con
Just names that describe.
Names show
Names matter
Names help us glorify God.

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Divergent Culture

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It’s another five minute Friday word prompt! Do join in won’t you? Miss Kate has chosen the word Culture this week.

Divergent Culture

Day by Day I see it
The people walking by
Day by day I read it
The stories, oh they fly.

Right now it seems that Facebook
Is full of anger see
My thought is right, Yours is wrong
Why can’t you let it be!

Trump is horrid
Trump is good
Trudeau is silly
Trudeau does what he could.

Pro-choice is the only way
Women’s lives to meet.
Pro-life is what is good and right
It’s what makes life so sweet!

Christians are bad
Their mindset is wrong
Care for the orphans
OH they cannot belong!

Their faith a reason
The orphans to care
Sometimes the rejection
Seems too much to bear.

Opinions run rampant
In this culture you see
Divergent opinions
Disagreements must be.

How do we meet
Is there a middle ground
I really don’t think there is
There isn’t one to be found.

So how do we show grace to those
Who fervently can’t see
That God indeed has a better plan
Which he can guarantee.

There’s not an easy way I know
When so easy tempers flare
Digging in “mine’s the way!”
Many do not see the care.

But try we must to show
That there’s another way
To hold our faith, and steadfast be
And face another day.


Promise

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I am currently going through a small book entitled “Learning about the Old Testament”. Allan Harman is walking me through different important parts of the Old Testament, helping me see the importance of different sections.   

I recently finished reading about the Covenant of Creation. I was reminded of the promise God made.

promise, a poem.

A promise made
Eons ago
God to man

Once a happy, easy relationship
Now one fraught with trouble.
Listen as she did.

Eve tempted.
Looked and listened.
Ate and offered.

Adam accepted.
The shame, the need
Clothing offered.

Care by God,
Sacrifice made.
An animal given.

Banishment,
Toil, trouble,
Babies will be hard.

But God will help.
His love to show
but stop. Listen.

A promise made
he shall bruise your head,
    and you shall bruise his heel.

Head bruised.
Pain on heel.
One more risky than the other.

This promise by God.
To a people in
Relationship fractured.

Care continues.
Promise covers
The Future.

Believe it.

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Practice Needed

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Last night I kept dozing off so never managed to wait up to write my Five Minute Friday post put out by Miss Kate.  Today’s word is Practice, you can find the link up here. 

A poem using the word practice

Practice is one of those words that can be both a noun and a verb.  It’s a noun when you talk about the way something is done, or a verb when you talk about doing it.  It makes it a bit harder to then let it flow through my brain and out my fingers. Bear with me a bit perhaps. 🙂 

Time and again I wait and wait 
Wondering if perhaps this might be the time. 
Might I get it right? 
If I combine this bunny and that 
Will I finally get my chocolate? 
When will I ever get a chocolate tricolour?   

I want one so bad, and yet the waiting,  
The trying, it takes so long. 
I know I could do the easier thing,  
I could simply buy one.  
That takes money though,  
Money I'd rather not spend. 
And besides, if I buy it,  
All my work up until this point 
It would be worthless, meaningless 
And I don't want that. 

This practice of keeping bunnies.  
It's not as easy as one might think 
Sometimes I'm tempted to give it 
To say, let's try for something easier. 
But as my hubby is apt to say, 
I rarely do things that are the easiest.
My practice is to work it out 
To do things the way I want them done.  

But at times I chafe at the bit 
Worrying and fussing so 
Wondering if my wait will ever be rewarded. 
And yet, patient I will be. 
Learning, practicing this game of genetics. 
Realizing that dominant and non-dominant genes
Will play themselves out. 

And oh joy... I do have a chocolate in my box. 
A healthy one too!  
No missing feet, no health issues, and 
Loppy ears too!  
A blessing, one of my own. 
Now, can I have her breed true? 
Can I ignore the call of those who want 
To buy her for a huge dollar or two? 

Patience is needed. 
As I practice breeding genetics 
In this, my bunny practice.

Opportunity Missed

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Convention looms,
How will it go?
This is a new one,
Bigger show (or so I am told).

Two full days
Speakers galore.
Get, set,
Get, ready,
Now Go go go.

Stop at a sisters
15 minutes a way
A free bed and good food
Chats beg me stay.

Friday I go,
A Full day away.
Some sessions intrigue
Others I blog away.

Curriculum found
Oh joy what bliss
Until I see the bill
GAH, what a mess.

Day two I plan
A later start
Chat with a sister,
Dear to my heart.

Arrive at convention
Full of plans
Listen Joel Beeke
And Linda Crosby.

Different styles
God’s words to speak
Encouragement granted
To hearts that could weep.

But fragrance intervenes
A headache ensues
Move away, try again
Opportunity missed.

Sometimes I wish
People would have a care
To mind what affect
On others they have.

Still in the wondering
I know that it’s hard
To be aware of the
Needs that abound.

Yet home I am early
Sad to say
Opportunity missed
For another fun day.

opportunity missed

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