Tag: Broken

Web of Lies

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Web of Lies

Copyright 2013 Diana Rasmussen
Like a spider weaving a web,
one lie built upon another,
All fashioned into your master plan
To deceive and kill another.
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Smooth talk till I fold,
And follow you home.
But your venom you spew,
Waiting for the kill.
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Does it run in your blood
To betray ones you love?
When you violate my home,
It’s personal.

I heard Tom Selleck say the quote above on Blue Bloods.  It was one of those things that hit me right away. Yep, an “aha” moment.  It made me recall all the lies I believed when I was in an unhealthy and abusive relationship.  Denial is a powerful force. For many years I “knew” things were not right; but to admit it in the open meant I would have to make a new choice.  It meant I would have to stop giving my life and my power to someone else.  I had to choose to take my life back. Thank you Lord, for the truth, even though it hurt.

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Dead End Road

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This song is for anyone who has ever loved someone with an addiction.  There have been many in my life…

DEAD END ROAD

© 2013 Diana Rasmussen
What do you do,
when he just walks out?
And goes back to the hell,
where you pulled him out?

What do you do,
when he just walks out?
And goes back to the hell,
where you pulled him out?

Booze and drugs have called to him.
and he’s followed them again.
As he’s flirting with death,
walking on a dead end road.
Yes he’s flirting with death,
walking on a dead end road.
on a dead end road.

(instrumental break)

He takes all the money,
and turns off his phone.
Disappears for days,
will he make it home?
He is dancing with the Devil,
On a dead end road.
Yes he’s dancing with the Devil,
on a dead end road.

How am I supposed to pay the bills?
And what do I tell the kids?
My life right now is shattered glass,
living on a dead end road.
My life right now, is shattered glass.
and I’m living on a dead end road.

What do you do,
when he just walks out?
And goes back to the hell,
where you pulled him out?
My life right now, is shattered glass. x3
and I’m living on a dead end road.

[Jesus said, “I tell you most solemnly that anyone who chooses a life of sin is trapped in a dead-end life and is, in fact, a slave. A slave is a transient, who can’t come and go at will. The Son, though, has an established position, the run of the house. So if the Son sets you free, you are free through and through. (John 8:34-34 MSG)
Reach Out to God
“Still, if you set your heart on God
and reach out to him,
If you scrub your hands of sin
and refuse to entertain evil in your home,
You’ll be able to face the world unashamed
and keep a firm grip on life, guiltless and fearless.
You’ll forget your troubles;
they’ll be like old, faded photographs.
Your world will be washed in sunshine,
every shadow dispersed by dayspring.
Full of hope, you’ll relax, confident again;
you’ll look around, sit back, and take it easy.
Expansive, without a care in the world,
you’ll be hunted out by many for your blessing.
But the wicked will see none of this.
They’re headed down a dead-end road
with nothing to look forward to—nothing.”  (Job 11:13 MSG)

Better Than a Hallelujah

This one made me cry, get the Kleenex first….

BETTER THAN A HALLELUJAH

by Amy Grant

God loves a lullaby
In a mother’s tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes

God loves the drunkard’s cry
The soldier’s plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

The woman holding on for life
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes

The tears of shame for what’s been done
The silence when the words won’t come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out, singing out

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)
Better than a Hallelujah
(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)

God Blesses What Was Broken

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© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

I refuse to be bound by my past,
I will not be defined by your label.
Only God knows the road I’ve traveled,
God blesses what was broken.

All things work together for good,
‘Cuz I am called and chosen.
Nothing will be wasted or thrown away,
God blesses what was broken.

from mises.org
from mises.org

Sometimes I’m the kid with a brown bag lunch,
Only 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish.
I give it to Jesus, suddenly things are changed.
God blesses what was broken.

He gathers the pieces left over,
He lets nothing be wasted.
All things will work out for good,
‘Cuz God blesses what was broken.

        © 2013 Diana Rasmussen

GOD’S PROMISE TO YOU:

 Hosea put it well:

I’ll call nobodies and make them somebodies;image
I’ll call the unloved and make them beloved.
In the place where they yelled out, “You’re nobody!”
    they’re calling you “God’s living children.”

Isaiah maintained this same emphasis:

If each grain of sand on the seashore were numbered
    and the sum labeled “chosen of God,”
They’d be numbers still, not names;
    salvation comes by personal selection.
God doesn’t count us; he calls us by name.
    Arithmetic is not his focus.  (Romans 9:25-28 MSG)

Take a good look, friends, at who you were when you got called into this life. I don’t see many of “the brightest and the best” among you, not many influential, not many from high-society families. Isn’t it obvious that God deliberately chose men and women that the culture overlooks and exploits and abuses, chose these “nobodies” to expose the hollow pretensions of the “somebodies”? That makes it quite clear that none of you can get by with blowing your own horn before God. Everything that we have—right thinking and right living, a clean slate and a fresh start—comes from God by way of Jesus Christ. That’s why we have the saying, “If you’re going to blow a horn, blow a trumpet for God.” (1 Corinthians 1:26-31 MSG)

Jesus got them all to sit down in groups of fifty or a hundred—they looked like a patchwork quilt of wildflowers spread out on the green grass! He took the five loaves and two fish, lifted his face to heaven in prayer, blessed, broke, and gave the bread to the disciples, and the disciples in turn gave it to the people. He did the same with the fish. They all ate their fill. The disciples gathered twelve baskets of leftovers. More than five thousand were at the supper. (Mark 6:39-44 MSG)

imageMY PRAYER FOR YOU:

Thank you Lord, that you pick up what the world does not want.  We knew we didn’t belong here; we never fit in.  You know what our lives look like, the “breaking” that we have been through.  Have mercy upon us and bless us Lord in the broken parts – crazy, unmerited, bountiful blessings… Let our blessings overtake us, so much that we cannot contain them.  Fill all those around us and let there be leftovers, in Jesus’ Name!

God Blesses What Was Broken

somebodyGOD BLESSES WHAT WAS BROKEN

© 2013 Diana Rasmussen

I refuse to be bound by my past,
I will not be defined by your label.
Only God knows the road I’ve traveled,
God blesses what was broken.

All things work together for good,
‘Cuz I am called and chosen.
Nothing will be wasted or thrown away,
God blesses what was broken.

from mises.org
from mises.org

Sometimes I’m the kid with a brown bag lunch,
Only 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish.
I give it to Jesus, suddenly things are changed.
God blesses what was broken.

He gathers the pieces left over,
He lets nothing be wasted.
All things will work out for good,
‘Cuz God blesses what was broken.

        © 2013 Diana Rasmussen

GOD’S PROMISE TO YOU:

 Hosea put it well:

I’ll call nobodies and make them somebodies;image
I’ll call the unloved and make them beloved.
In the place where they yelled out, “You’re nobody!”
    they’re calling you “God’s living children.”

Isaiah maintained this same emphasis:

If each grain of sand on the seashore were numbered
    and the sum labeled “chosen of God,”
They’d be numbers still, not names;
    salvation comes by personal selection.
God doesn’t count us; he calls us by name.
    Arithmetic is not his focus.  (Romans 9:25-28 MSG)

Take a good look, friends, at who you were when you got called into this life. I don’t see many of “the brightest and the best” among you, not many influential, not many from high-society families. Isn’t it obvious that God deliberately chose men and women that the culture overlooks and exploits and abuses, chose these “nobodies” to expose the hollow pretensions of the “somebodies”? That makes it quite clear that none of you can get by with blowing your own horn before God. Everything that we have—right thinking and right living, a clean slate and a fresh start—comes from God by way of Jesus Christ. That’s why we have the saying, “If you’re going to blow a horn, blow a trumpet for God.” (1 Corinthians 1:26-31 MSG)

Jesus got them all to sit down in groups of fifty or a hundred—they looked like a patchwork quilt of wildflowers spread out on the green grass! He took the five loaves and two fish, lifted his face to heaven in prayer, blessed, broke, and gave the bread to the disciples, and the disciples in turn gave it to the people. He did the same with the fish. They all ate their fill. The disciples gathered twelve baskets of leftovers. More than five thousand were at the supper. (Mark 6:39-44 MSG)

imageMY PRAYER FOR YOU:

Thank you Lord, that you pick up what the world does not want.  We knew we didn’t belong here; we never fit in.  You know what our lives look like, the “breaking” that we have been through.  Have mercy upon us and bless us Lord in the broken parts – crazy, unmerited, bountiful blessings… Let our blessings overtake us, so much that we cannot contain them.  Fill all those around us and let there be leftovers, in Jesus’ Name!

Embracing Our Brokenness

 

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This world is broken, it is not what it was supposed to be.  People are broken, they sometimes choose to do evil. Innocent people get hurt. And I am broken.  There are pieces of me all over the place some days. Like shattered glass, all over the floor. “How did this happen?”, I ask myself.  This isn’t how it was supposed to be.  Can you relate?

Honestly, there are days I read some of your posts and just cry. I am so humbled by your hearts. And your openness to talk about it.  I know a lot of us do this for healing; to put our thoughts and hearts on “paper”.  It helps sort it all out.  But sometimes even knowing the “why” doesn’t fix it.  The brokenness is still there.

Yes, I know we can pray, and that God can heal. I could even give you a verse or two if you really wanted me to.   I guess what I am weary of, is ignoring my shadow.  Even when the sun shines, my shadow is still there. That’s the part of me that doesn’t want to do what God wants –  or even wants to do what I want.  That is the part of me that NEEDS God’s grace, – His unmerited favor.  And that is the part that NEEDS God’s mercy – not getting what I deserve.  And that is the part that NEEDS  God’s forgiveness.  I am not perfect.  I am broken.  How can I ask God to heal what I won’t even admit exists?

When I see your brokenness, it allows me to feel mine.  I can identify with your pain.  I have felt it in me – only I ignored it. I can say that you really get good at hiding it in some Christian circles, and in some families too. And I guess with friends, work, everywhere.  We put on “masks” and play “chameleons”.  Then someone asks you “How are you?” And you say “fine”.

You know what that stands for?

FINE =  F***ked Up, Insane, Neurotic, and Emotional”

It is not my job to fix your pain,  nor is it your job to fix mine.  There are some things that only God can heal.  And yes, He can, and He does.  But He’s not finished with us yet….the painting isn’t done yet….a work I progress, as they say.

“When I can embrace my own brokenness,

I can identify with yours.

Ministry is sharing, not dominating;

Understanding, not theologizing;

Caring, not fixing.”

(From Brennan Manning book: Abba’s Child)

So, I guess tonight I just wanted to thank you all.  You have touched my heart with your lives, your blogs, your challenges, and your victories.  You give me hope, and remind me how blessed we all are.

REMEMBER, GOD BLESSES WHAT IS BROKEN…

GOD’S PROMISE TO YOU:

Therefore I urge you to take nourishment, for this is for your survival, since not a hair will fall from the head of any of you.” And when he had said these things, he took bread and gave thanks to God in the presence of them all; and when he had broken it he began to eat. Then they were all encouraged, and also took food themselves.'( ACTS 27:34-36)

” And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them and said, “Take, eat;[a] this is My body.”  Then He took the cup, and when He had given thanks He gave it to them, and they all drank from it.  (MARK 14:22-23 NKJV)

 

23 For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you: that the Lord Jesus on the same night in which He was betrayed took bread; 24 and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, “Take, eat;[a] this is My body which is broken[b] for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” 25 In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.” ( 1CORINTHIANS 11:23-25 NKJV)

 MY PRAYER FOR YOU:

Dear Lord,

You taught us what it was like to be broken – literally.  You did not hide from the truth, but you declared it.  Let us embrace our brokenness, so that we may bring that part to YOU.  And protect us from living there too, we don’t want to live there; we just want to rest in You.  Quiet our minds and our hearts Lord. Let us be still and know that You are God.

Let us hear You as you say, ” I love you, even the broken parts.  You are my child, and I just want to spend time with you.  I have wanted to tell you that for so long.  You do not need to prove to yourself that you are loved.   You already have my love, now rest in Me.” in Jesus’ Name.