I feel like a bird in a cage Trapped with myself in the middle of a plague All the voices in my head keep calling my name There are Angels and Demons, all in a rage
One day life was normal The next day the world closed People divided into essential or non-essential The invisible corona virus exposed
People panicked and afraid, made toilet paper raids The Hospitals run out of masks and people wearing gas masks
God , I’m calling out to You
You hold the keys of Death and Hades We need Your Peace to get through Hide us under Your wings Protect us all from this plague We put our trust in Your Name
My Beloved (Based on the Song of Solomon) -2019 Copyright Diana Rasmussen-
I worship You in between every tear
I worship You in spite of my fear
I worship You in the midst of the pain
I worship You, I am called by Your Name
You are my Beloved, and my Beloved is mine
Your love is better than wine
Your name is like the meadow brook
Come to me, take me away with you
Your love is like a fragrant bouquet of wildflowers
A sachet of pure myrrh
Come to me, take me away with you
You woke me up to love
You are my Beloved, and my Beloved is mine
Let me see your face
Let me hear your voice
My lover is mine and I am His
We dance and we feast on His grace
Our victory dance is love and peace
You awoke me to a love that lives outside of time
I am my Beloveds, and my Beloved is
mine
The fire of Your love stops at nothing
Sweeping everything put before it
Floodwaters cant drown it
Torrential rains don’t put it out
Your love can’t be bought or sold
Run to me dear lover like a gazelle
Leap like a wild stag on our spice mountain
Like a butterfly you came and went,
Here one moment gone the next
How I wish that I had wings
I remember our adventures
All the times we laughed and cried
How I wish we had more time
I’d follow you to Heavens gate
Listen to Jesus call your name
Watch your sorrows slip away
You’re finally free,
Fly home, butterfly, fly home
Every time I see a butterfly I think of you
Not here to stay, just passing through
I know this world is not our home
But idk if I can walk it alone
“God can you please tell me why?”
I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye
I’d follow you to Heavens gate
Listen to Jesus call your name
Watch your sorrows slip away
You’re finally free,
Fly home, butterfly, fly home
You broke the mold that you were in
Came out transformed in everything
I cant wait until our rendezvous
When I can meet you in the air
I’m listening for that trumpet blast
When we can be together at last
I’d follow you to Heavens gate
Listen to Jesus call your name
Watch your sorrows slip away
You’re finally free,
Fly home, butterfly, fly home
You soar above this world and its troubles
Flying free without any struggles
Papa God collected all your tears
Turns out they were our prayers
I’d follow you to Heavens gate
Listen to Jesus call your name
Watch your sorrows slip away
You’re finally free,
Fly home, butterfly, fly home
Well, here I sit. 55 years old and back in therapy. My Neurologist asked if I had ever experienced any trauma or abuse. I just laughed. Only my whole life, lol. Then I said, “Yes.” He referred me to a Psychiatrist for evaluation. Here is a poem I wrote thinking about things.
CRAWL INTO CRAZY
– Copyright 2019 Diana Rasmussen
I walk through the door and thought all was well
until the Dr came in with that look on his face
He sat down and said, “well it doesn’t look good.”
I froze and prayed God I’m gonna need some grace
My mind is racing all I think is, ” How can I just be free?”
I don’t want to hear what he says
God please make it all go away
before I crawl into crazy
I know this never-ending numbness
it’s when I shut down
I bow my head and pray
to God for a miracle instead
My tears fall to the floor
as I sit and rock like a baby
God show me your grace
before I crawl into crazy
The Dr told me there would be more tests
not sure know how long it will take to find out the cause
I’m googling every symptom I thought I could see
I want to know what is the matter with me
I’m fighting with fear of what it might be
I didn’t ask to be sick, I don’t want to be here
God please make it all go away
before I crawl into crazy
Crazy is the box that whispers her name
gets her to crawl in
only to slam down the lid
Please God help me now
don’t let me crawl into crazy
I prayed and asked God “why, why is this happening to me?”
He stretches out His arm, takes my hand and says, “Just walk with Me.”
He covers me with His mercy and grace as we walk through the door
Dedicated to all the men and women in the wake of Hurricane Harvey…
Source: Business Insider
The Water is Rising
-Copyright 2017 Diana Rasmussen
riding the waves of anxiety, the flood rushes in my heart and mind
I wish this wasn’t real because the truth is hard to take
never thought it would be this bad, should have left when I had the chance
the water is rising, the water is rising
there are heroes born of tragedy, working together to show the love
my reality is life with boats floating down the streets
mighty men and women rising up, saving strangers one by one
the water is rising, the water is rising
when they fianlly come for me, I can’t believe I am still alive,
staying up in the second story as my life floats by
I’m grateful for one more breath, in the hurricane that changed my life
the water is rising, the water is rising
this isnt’ the end of my story
the water is rising, the water is rising
this isn’t the end of my story
the water is rising, the water is rising
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.- 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a
Forgiveness doesn’t mean that I accept what you did to me
Forgiveness means I let go of taking vengeance against you
Forgiveness means I trust my God to deal with you because He told me, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay.”
Forgiveness means I don’t have to think about you or what you did to me
Forgiveness means I am free from your prison of pain
Forgiveness means I can move on and go forward
Forgiveness frees me to be who God made me to be, regardless of what you do or don’t do
Forgiveness gives me the freedom to pray for you
Forgiveness let’s me be me
Forgiveness frees my Father in Heaven to forgive me
For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. – Matthew 6:14-15 NIV
I ran into a girl the other day with scars on her arms. My heart dropped. I know what that feels like to have no hope. To take the pain that you are feeling out on yourself. To sit in the bathroom with the door locked and just sit on the floor rocking back and forth. When we have been through unexplainable trauma that is how we cope. But I am living proof that it doesn’t have to stay that way.
My life changed when I found a support system of friends and God. Yes, God. Reading the Word bring me hope. It opens my mind to the fact that there is a God and He cares about me even when others do not.
Don’t give up my friend. There is hope. There is life, a life more abundant than you ever imagined. A life where there is no more pain, no more sorrow, no more hurt. Have you met my friend Jesus? He is faithful. He is true. He is peaceful. He brings hope and healing and protection under the shadow of his wings. And He is waiting for you to call out His name for help today. He stands at the door and knocks. Will you let Him in?
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me. – REVELATION 3:20 nkjv
I See the Scars
Copyright 2016 Diana Rasmussen
I see the scars upon your arms
My heart skipped a beat as I thought of what I could say
To take away the pain that brought you to that place
How I wish I could change the things that you’ve been through
I’m here today to sit and listen if you choose to share
If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut,
Doesn’t have a swelled head,
Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,”
Doesn’t fly off the handle,
Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn’t revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies.
-love you Mom and Oma. Dance with the Angels today!
Here is a song about being a Mom. My son Adam shared this with me – it made me cry. Love this!
My heart skipped a beat as I thought of what I could say
To take away the pain that brought you to that place
How I wish I could change the things that you’ve been through
I’m here today to sit and listen if you choose to share
I remember what it felt like
To be the girl with the scars
You are in my prayers each and every day
I ask God to shine His light
upon the darkness of your heart
Your story is not over
Things will change with a new start
I have carried you to Jesus
with my prayers to heal your heart
So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer.Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come:The old has gone, the new is here!All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation:that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting people’s sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. – 2 Corinthians 5: 16-21 NIV
The National Library of Medicine reports the following nonsuicidal self injury (NSSI) statistics:
1/3 to 1/2 of US adolescents have engaged in some type of self injury.
Cutting and burning are the most common types of non-suicidal self-injury.
70% of teens engaging in self-injury behavior have made at least one suicide attempt.
55% had made multiple suicide attempts.
Let us bring light into the darkness and see the hurting. We know the Healer of Souls. Lord, use us today to bring hope and healing to those who cross our paths today, in Jesus Name.
