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Healing, Poetry, Spirituality

Love Wins

Love Wins

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

Always gonna be the haters
those who point and laugh
Bullies want to put you down
to get you to doubt
Who I am on the inside
Is more than you see on the outside
Even when I fall,
I’ll rise 7 times stronger
You can’t keep me down, I’ll last longer
Hate may fight in the night
But in the end, love wins
They have hearts of stone, cold as ice
They beat you down with
Angry words that cut like knives
they are all just lies
Who I am on the inside
Is more than you see on the outside
Even when I fall,
I’ll rise 7 times stronger
You can’t keep me down, I’ll last longer
Hate may fight in the night
But in the end, love wins
I am perfect in God’s eyes
Chosen, marked, and loved
That’s all that I need
it’s good enough for me

 

 

GOD’S WORD FOR YOU:

The Way of Love

If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.

If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, “Jump,” and it jumps, but I don’t love, I’m nothing.

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.

(1 Corinthians 13:1-7 The Message (MSG))

 

MY PRAYER FOR YOU:

Dear Lord,

Thank you for reminding us today that Love Wins!  Despite all the trials, tribulations, and sandpaper people we run into – love wins.  Thank you Lord that your love is the greatest force ever created in the universe.  Help us to walk in love towards You. Let us love our neighbors as we love ourselves. And let us love ourselves as You love us, in Jesus Name.

 

 

 

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Poetry, Spirituality

White Knight

WHITE KNIGHT

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

Ride into my world,
I’m looking for a hero
Toss your mane around
Let’s win the triple crown

Is everything black and white?
Where are shades of gray and never ending grace?
Will you look beyond your sight?
I dream of you as my White Knight

You win the prize in my eyes
I love you beyond measure
Run into my arms surprise
We’ll ride into the skies

(All images from Pinterest)

Depression, Healing, Poetry, Spirituality

Love Bleeds

“Jesus was healed of His deadly wounds, but He was not healed of His scars. The scar became a testimony of God’s ability to heal.”

   – Jentzen Franklin FB

 

 

 

LOVE BLEEDS

by Diana Rasmussen Copyright 2014

Cast my cares upon you
trust you and believe
your grace and mercy
I now recieve

Come into my scars
heal my broken heart
bind up my wounds
Love bleeds

Illness was killed
Depression died
Anxiety’s axed
at Calvary’s Cross

Come into my scars
heal my broken heart
bind up my wounds
Love bleeds

 

Activism, Depression, Domestic Violence and Abuse, Poetry, Rejection

In His Glass

Here is a song/poem I wrote about my life lately. Yes, we went to court – again. And no – deadbeat dad is still not paying child support. I know I am not the only one here who deals with this. And yes, God is good and He has made up for all things. But I have to admit, it get’s frustrating. The ex went to jail for 5 days after getting picked up for not wearing a seat belt. There was a $24,000 bond on his head at the time as he decided to blow off the last two court appearances. Judges don’t like that.

So, after 5 days and only one payment this year the Judge asked me what I thought. Yes, the ex has been working – a union job with great pay and benefits. And yet he still chose not to pay his child support. My answer? Well, not what you would think that’s for sure. Must be a God thing. I asked the Judge to show him MERCY and give him the opportunity to work. Yep, I did.

The Judge said ok then and let my ex free without paying anything. He gave him a 90 day stay – which means he has 90 days to do the right thing. We even lowered the amount to make it easier. And here we are a month later – no child support. Seriously? Join me in praying for the ex will you? Not that I want to, but God tells me I have to. “Pray for your enemies.” And “Vengeance is mine says the Lord, I will repay” And then there is the one about “show mercy as I have shown you mercy.” And I really think my kids would fall apart if their dad went back to jail for the 3rd time. Ugggh…

So here I sit. And here I write. And pour out my troubles before my God. Thank you all for your love, your support, and your prayers. You hold me up when I can’t stand it anymore. You see every single mom out there trying to make it without help is a WIDOW. Yes, they got left, despite all their good intentions, their promises, and their attempts to make things work. And every child of divorce is ORPHANED. They did not ask for it either. And it is not their fault.   You don’t have to move them in but could you help them out a bit? Why do we kick the people who are down and judge the wounded?

Justice, what happened to Justice? Seriously, this whole child support system is broken. I think we should write some new laws for all the moms and kids out there who get left holding the bag – and all the bills. Deadbeat dads should not get to sit in jail with no bills, all their meals made for them and play cards all day. This is not working. How about some new laws for offenders? Let’s put the deadbeat dads to work on a farm or something, pay the moms so the kids can eat and keep the lights on, and let them work off their debt. Teach them how to work. Fix it, instead of giving them a place to run and hide from their responsibilities. Yes, people can change. But what is the incentive to do the right thing when you can get a free ‘jail-cation’?

My challenge to all of us this week – help a single mom. Money, gas, groceries, whatever. Just help someone with something. Pay it forward.

But then God surprises me. He sends someone. To stand alongside you when you are down. Not to kick you, but to help you up. I am grateful for the Samaritans that God has placed in my life and my husband’s life. Thanks Jeff – you show me what God’s love looks like. We all need help. Will you reach down and help another man/woman/child up this week?

In His Glass

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

Mommy needed a break
she had to get away
they left their house
her perfect family up in flames
Like a broken mirror
it’s shattered glass

Every girl wants her daddy to be the hero
Every boy believes he’s Superman
As God collects their tears as prayers
He fills His glass

Lawbreaker, rebel
Daddy’s refusing to change
Refusing to pay
cops took him away
They see him Saturdays
touch him through the glass

Every girl wants her daddy to be the hero
Every boy believes he’s Superman
As God collects their tears as prayers
He fills His glass

Daddy kept drowning his sorrows
Drinking his tomorrows
“Cheers!” he raises his glass,
Says, “just one more round”
will he ever turn around?

Every girl wants her daddy to be the hero
Every boy believes he’s Superman
As God collects their tears as prayers
He fills His glass

(all images from Pinterest)

Depression, Domestic Violence and Abuse, Uncategorized

Masks

Masks

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

You can keep your Top 40
Wear those $100 jeans
I see right through you
Just wanting to be mean

You smile to my face
Then stab me in the back
Spread my secrets for
Bread crumbs like a task

Do you love me or hate me?
I just have to ask
I can’t tell the difference
When you hide behind masks

Gossip and slander while
you say you’re my friend
I wish I had the answers
But you want to pretend

You love to criticize
Anything, everyone
I wish I hadn’t trusted
You in the long run

Do you love me or hate me?
I just have to ask
I can’t tell the difference
When you hide behind masks

 

 

 

 

(Images from Pinterest)

Music, Poetry, Spirituality, Videos

Sea of Glass

SEA OF GLASS

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

moments frozen
in my mind
memories flood
my heart inside
sun’s reflection
blinds our eyes
feel the ripple
of the coming tide
frozen time when
you are mine
waves of clouds
rolling by as we
walk the beach
hand in hand
just to be
dance once more
on a crystal
sea of glass

 

(Images from Pinterest)

 

 

Depression, Healing, Poetry

God Collects Her Tears

God Collects Her Tears

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

She’s wearing his old t-shirt
just to fall asleep
Puts her head on his pillow
holds him in her dreams

The hole in her heart
is shouting out loud
Fake smile can’t hide it
She’s so tired of crying

She’s a prisoner of hope
it won’t always be this way
He did the crime
now he’s doing time

Minutes turn to hours
when he’s behind bars
A day’s a thousand years
as God collects her tears

 

 

 

You’ve kept track of my every toss and turn
    through the sleepless nights,
Each tear entered in your ledger,
    each ache written in your book. (Psalm 56:8 MSG)

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Healing, Poetry, Spirituality

Skip Rocks

Skip Rocks. Have you ever done that? What a great way to relax and reflect.  Funny the things we remember from growing up.  I used to do this as a kid at our old farmhouse. Here is a new song I am working on. 

 

Skip Rocks

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

When she 12 he walked her home
Her first kiss was at her street’s dead end
the next day he said he had a new friend
Trampled underfoot like cobblestone

When she was 16 she went to the prom
Flowers in her hair and blue satin gown
Limousine, dinner, out on the town
Sparkling gemstone in a masterpiece

She took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
She went down to the creek – to skip rocks

When she was 22 she finished college
Money and cars and a new boyfriend
got busy with beer, a brand new career
tied the knot, but she missed her old spot

When she was 30 she had her first child
beautiful daughter, hair and eyes of brown
Skyscrapers and concrete all around
Suburban life of a city wife

She took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
She went down to the creek – to skip rocks

When she was 40 her parents passed away
died in their sleep, went to Heaven that day
She took her daughter back to the farm
They went down to the creek – to skip rocks

They took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
They went down to the creek – to skip rocks

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Dandelion Roots

I am writing this as I was looking at the grass today, and how quickly the Dandelions grow back.  You know you can cut the grass one day and the very next day they are back.  Springing up despite all your effort.  Kind of reminds me of addiction.  You can try on your own. And people will judge you and tell you you are not ‘good enough’ for God, you are not doing it right, you need to…blah, blah, blah.

OR you can go to meetings for years upon years and buy into the learned helplessness motto.  “I am this way and I will always be this way.”  What a crock!  No, God says I can be healed.  God says I can be made whole.  I don’t go to those meetings anymore – I think it hurt me more than it helped me.  Hey, lets get a bunch of “sick” people together and let them sit around talking about how ‘sick’ they are and how they will always be that way.  Didn’t work for me.  In face I’ve heard that the relapse rate is like 80 –  90%.  Kind of reminds me of dandelions.  You can cut off the top, but if you don’t kill the roots – it comes back.

How do you kill the roots?  In my experience, only Jesus can heal that broken place.  He saw how we got that way, He will take care of the offender/abuser, and He can heal it – if we let him.  He can get the roots out so the dandelions don’t grow back.  And the Holy Spirit can heal it.

Don’ look at the dandelions – LOOK AT THE GARDENER!

Ask, seek, knock of Him.

Sit at His feet.

Trust Him.

Worship Him.

Adore Him.

LET HIM LOVE ON YOU.

Accept His love.

Let down the walls.

Open the door.

And before you know it those darn dandelions are gone!

 

Some dandelions found in my backyard. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

DANDELION ROOTS

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

Yellow flowers

springing up

in the grass

The weeds keep

coming back

Cut and spray them

hoping they won’t

come back again

Only to find

them taller

and stronger

the next day

Why not pull

them out by the

roots?

The flower is only

the symptom

It comes back

again and again

because of

the roots

the pain and suffering

the fighting and the strife

the alcohol and the drugs

the razors and the knives

They are all DANDELIONS

 

We can keep cutting the grass – with meetings, self -control, treatment centers, counseling…but if we don’t kill it at the roots – you know what happens…Let the Master Gardener help today – He knows what He is doing…

 

 

 

The Vine and the Branches

 “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.  He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.

 “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.  If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned.  If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.  This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.

 “As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. (JOHN 15:1-9 NIV)

 

Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized

Your Love – He’s So Fine

DAILY PROMPT – He/She is So Fine

What was it that drew you to your significant other?

People said we would never make it.  We have both been married before – both had spouses who were not faithful. Both had given up on ever finding anyone to be with. Both had given up on love a long time ago. It hurt too much.

God had other plans…we have been together 7 years now. What a testimony of what God can do. Thank you Jesus!

This picture is from about 6-7 years ago, when we first met.

And all those doubters and nay-sayers can just shut up already!

YOUR LOVE

©2013 by Diana Rasmussen (6/16/2012 – Fathers Day- for Bob)

 

Your love is patient, Your love is kind

Your love is faithful, Your love is true

Your love is compassionate , Your love is extravagant

Your love never ends, It changes everything

 

Your love is long, Your love is wide

Your love is deep, Your love is high

 

Your love is forgiveness, Your love is grace

Your love is peaceful, Your love is safe

Your love is hopeful, Your love is honest

Your love never ends, It changes everything

 

Your love is long, Your love is wide

Your love is deep, Your love is high

 

1 Corinthians 13:4-14
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

Prophecy and speaking in unknown languages and special knowledge will become useless. But love will last forever! Now our knowledge is partial and incomplete, and even the gift of prophecy reveals only part of the whole picture!  But when the time of perfection comes, these partial things will become useless.

 When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things. Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.

Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love

Healing, Poetry, Spirituality

The Right Time – NaPoWriMo Day 25

 NaPoWriMo – Day 25 Prompt

And now for our (optional) prompt. Anaphora is a literary term for the practice of repeating certain words or phrases at the beginning of multiple clauses or, in the case of a poem, multiple lines. The phrase “A time to,” as used in the third Chapter of Ecclesiastes, is a good example of anaphora. 

To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1 NKJV)

 

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THE RIGHT TIME

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

I’m waiting, for the right time, for my season to change
Patiently waiting, expectantly praying
I believe there is good, and it’s coming my way
Yes believing there is good, and it’s coming my way

To everything there is a season, a right time under the heavens
A purpose for everything, created before time began

A right time for birth and another for death
A right time to plant and another to reap
A right time to weep and another to laugh
A right time to mourn and another to dance

I’m waiting, for the right time, for my season to change
Patiently waiting, expectantly praying
I believe there is good, and it’s coming my way
Yes believing there is good, And it’s coming my way

To everything there is a season, a right time under the heavens
A purpose for everything, created before time began

A right time to hold on and another to let go
A right time to shut up and another to speak
A right time to love and another to hate
A right time for war and another for peace

I’m waiting, for the right time, for my season to change
Patiently waiting, expectantly praying
I believe there is good, and it’s coming my way
Yes believing there is good, And it’s coming my way

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