Surrender – Inspired to Inspire

Ripples on the River

It was a year ago that I settled down on my top bunk at SMBI for a quick nap before our banquet supper. This was our final evening of term, the day before we planned to leave for our choir tour in Belize. I picked up my phone just one more time before closing myContinue reading “Ripples on the River”

Let Me Speak

When I sent this broken poem to my writers group, I was a little embarrassed about its poor quality. I didn’t even know if it made sense. But when I heard back from them, they gave positive feedback besides helpful editing. It seemed the piece spoke to them more than some of my polished ones.Continue reading “Let Me Speak”

Make Me a Servant

Lord, make me a servant, do what You must do To make me a servant, please make me like You. Lord, empty my spirit of all but Your grace; May selfish desires be fully replaced. Lord, break me and use me wherever You please, For Your ways are higher; Your love will not cease. Lord,Continue reading “Make Me a Servant”

Ways Higher Than Mine (Part 2)

“Daughter, I know it hurts. But I have come to heal the wounded and to make beauty out of ashes. I still love you.” I break into sobs, overcome by the confusion of last night. I want to believe the King, but right now, the future seems bleak without the pot I had always cherished.Continue reading “Ways Higher Than Mine (Part 2)”

Ways Higher Than Mine (Part 1)

(I recorded this allegory in a poignant moment of life when I struggled to surrender a cherished dream. This vision came to me then, and as the story played out in my mind, I scribbled it down. Afterwards I read it over and knew it wasn’t my story, but God’s.) I hold a well-built, smoothlyContinue reading “Ways Higher Than Mine (Part 1)”

Unfurled

Appearing as spirals of green, Tufted leaves in the garden uncurl, Emerging as beautiful ferns. Circling symmetrically, Rose-tinted buds seem to swirl, Enthralling the eye as they burst. A fluttering skipper, Its wings in ecstasy twirls After it breaks from its binding cocoon. So may I stop clutching my own, Hiding nothing, but only displayingContinue reading “Unfurled”