High mast as I give allegiance to Jesus my King…the breeze carries far for all to hear echoes of His salvation

I give myself to you. I hold my hand upon my heart in allegiance to you God. My flag flies at high mast every day

I am a soldier in your army. I wake to sharpen my sword daily in your word. Seeping in the words, you gave as instructions for my life 

Making sure I wear the breast plate of righteousness. The belt of truth, shield of faith, helmet of salvation, and sword of the spirit. 

My feet are to be clothed too, “shod” with the gospel of peace. Comitting myself as a warrior brining back news of great triumph

I give myself to you. May my feet take me places they have not set print in. Proclaiming the victory of you, Jesus on the cross for none have to be lost

A victory that brings us peace, and a flag that never has to be hung half mast. May it hang high, and catch the breeze of peace. Making ruffled noises of songs of praise in Jesus’s name 

I give myself to you, each day. I can see if I am on my knees, and if I pray you will help me get through the day. In your word, I will find my sword. I will sharpen it daily

I hold my hand upon my heart in allegiance to you. My flag hangs high “shod” with my fleeting feet from the day. Peace, Victory, Good News proclaimed. Higher on the mast, let all hear from near and far the victory of our Lord Jesus sung through the breeze, at high mast higher even yet for all to see

Ephesians 6:15

Having shod your feet the preparation of the gospel of peace

 Word Prompt: Commit

Jesus did you know, YES!

Jesus did you know…I have not an earthly Father to celebrate tomorrow

Jesus did you know…The night he took his life with gun in hand and shed his own blood he too shed the blood from our hearts 

Jesus did you know…As I heard the piercing scream as my mom dropped the phone. Deafeated at all costs his soul lost. In a moment our lives changed

Jesus did you know…I was only 9, but I remember the anger raging through me. Sitting on a neighbors lap. Watching my mom sobbing. Raising my fist to the heavens asking how could you do this. Remembering her pleads, “please don’t do it”. 200 miles away. I often wonder how she has managed to be okay? 

Jesus did you know…I don’t have a lot of memory of the times we shared, but every picture says in sentiment I was a daddy’s girl through and through. He taught me to read, write, and ride my blue banana seat bike. I do know he loved me 

Jesus did you know…Yes just as you know the count of every hair on my head, and that of my next thought. I need not wonder. You have purposed this all. I may not have an earthly Father but I have a heavenly one that loves beyond any measure I can compare. Unconditional, merciful, and gracious. How great a love I have found in you!!

Jesus you know!   

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm. 139

1You have searched me, Lord,

and you know me.

2You know when I sit and when I rise;

you perceive my thoughts from afar.

3You discern my going out and my lying down;

you are familiar with all my ways.

4Before a word is on my tongue

you, Lord, know it completely.

5You hem me in behind and before,

and you lay your hand upon me.

6Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,

too lofty for me to attain.

7Where can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I flee from your presence?

8If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

9If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

10even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.

11If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me

and the light become night around me,”

12even the darkness will not be dark to you;

the night will shine like the day,

for darkness is as light to you.

13For you created my inmost being;

you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

14I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

your works are wonderful,

I know that full well.

15My frame was not hidden from you

when I was made in the secret place,

when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

16Your eyes saw my unformed body;

all the days ordained for me were written in your book

before one of them came to be.

17How precious to me are your thoughts,#17 Or How amazing are your thoughts concerning me God!

How vast is the sum of them!

18Were I to count them,

they would outnumber the grains of sand—

when I awake, I am still with you.

19If only you, God, would slay the wicked!

Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!

20They speak of you with evil intent;

your adversaries misuse your name.

21Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord,

and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?

22I have nothing but hatred for them;

I count them my enemies.

23Search me, God, and know my heart;

test me and know my anxious thoughts.

24See if there is any offensive way in me,

and lead me in the way everlasting.

Happy Lord’s Day All

Blessings, ✌Lisa

Oh yeah Photo Credit me; so in love with the sky. I look out as we are driving home last night from buying paint, and my eyes are transfixed. I could not stop talking about it. In every direction it was breath taking. So massive are the clouds of white, and beyond this sits heaven. Blankets of puffy softness surround N, S, E, and West. It was the best cloud day!! 

Easier said than done…

As I sat here in prayer reflecting on my last 3 years and 10 months of sobriety, a lot has taken place. 

When I first became sober I was absorbed in high doses of physical activity. I mountain biked, and hiked every day of the week. I loved it, and found solace in it. Of course anyone would say exercise is extremely effective, and beneficial. It aides the mind, body, and spirit. It keeps it in a repetitive motion of go. It is healing, and many doctors say exercise is a must when given to illness. Which is often a catch 22, because the illness ailes you to the point of not having or feeling the lack of energy and strength to exersise. Yet you feel better for it if you can. 

There is very little time for the mind to be quiet in exercise. Even on the most serene of rides or hikes, the mind is still not completely quiet. It is a whisper of thoughts here, and there. I found it an easy escape, and great release in my recovery. Every thing that surrounded me was earth, and its beauty by God’s hands. I always had to be aware of that around me. I had to be cautious of my bike, and the mechanics working properly. I had to watch out for wildlife, rocks, and other hazards. My mind was always filled with thought. Never on a drink. How could it, it had so much to be in practice of to be a responsible/safe rider. 

I love how the Lord works, and is in constant test of ones faith. A lot of times He will take what we love the most away to see if we can manage without it to stay steadfast, and abide in Him. 

Which leads me to the sudden change, and my test of perseverance. Waking one day to my greatest hobby being put aside as my body was given to seizures again. I was told I could not drive, work, and well anything that put me in harms way until we found a way to get them under control. For some it can be years, others never. Which of course how idiotic would I be to hop on my bike knowing a seizure could be a moment away. So the thing I found most exhilarating, was gone just like that. 

God was saying here you go Lisa, now you will sit in the walls of your home with more time than you know what to do with. Your brain will sit idle. I of course have found things to do, but nothing that made my mind as occupied as riding. An alcoholics worst fear. How will I deal, how will I handle the mundaness of this test? A big question mark in my life happened over night. It is a test to see if I can remain looking up, and not giving in. Remain sober.

I get bored very easy, I am a high energy person by nature. My seizures do make me a little more tired than my usual self. There are days that are put to a stop depending on how bad my seizure is. Those days are hard, my brain get all caddy whompis from the electrical surges, and depression can be what accompanies my seizures. My thought process is all screwed up. It can take a lot to even form sentences, my brain is in struggle to function mode. 

Still here is my plight. You can only clean so much. So what do I do with my time in an 8 hour day while my husband is at work?  I have no children to care for. The laundry is done, the lawn is kempt, the trash is out, the floors are clean, the bathrooms glean. I have one big meal to cook. So that leaves me several hours still with just me, and my thoughts. I have yet to be able to go for walks by myself. Just for the risk alone. God is requiring me to make Him first. He is asking of me my time. In the quiet of my day He is saying pray, read, come unto me. Seek me, and find solace in me. He has given me this blog, and has told me to write. Somedays I make so many errors, I delete and repeat. Still though this a lot of time alone. Just me. I can’t get in my car to go meet a friend to talk, and when I am home most people are at work. 

A friend of mine who is an avid moutian biker just last week went for a day ride. He is now hospital bed bound with a halo screwed into his head. He broke his neck. He lived to ride. He is in such immense pain. Praise God he is not paralized. He will most likely ride again, but not for sometime. His live changed in an instance. I believe I too will ride again.  

So I ask you the same question what if what you love most was taken from you with the snap of a finger? Not bringing you to death, but mere quiet. Would you triumph over it? Would you maintain happiness, and vigor. There are but only 2 options. Triumph, or give in. Would you remain steadfast with life? Whatever that may be for you? So far I can answer yes. The days are hard, and long. I never thought once I found riding it would just as quickly be taken from me. Yet here I sit one year next month since my last ride. Everyone who knew me knew that riding was my life, I thrived to ride. I loved it, and everything that came with it. All were in support of such a healthy sport and lifestyle too. They cheered me onward.   

Would you still triumph? It is easier said than done. What if it was something that you made part of your whole life for many years. In an essence part of your existence. What if it was one the reasons you woke each day? That for me was my kids. That was stripped for a time to. In God I have made it through. Would you?

This was just something that pressed upon my heart this morning in my prayer time, as I now have to find things to fill yet another day unto Him. Until who knows when? He does…

Romans 8:28

And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.

Daily Prompt:Triumph


Surrender

Seriously what happened to you? How long have you been playing broken beyond repair?  Your eyes are dark. You are lifeless like a mannequin. How long has it been since you have called anyone a friend 

Sinister is your stare, doom lurks over you. Your thoughts are without life. There is no color surrounding you. Given up, given in. Let Satan have the last word 

There is no swim in your sinking sand, long past your one mistake until you finish incomplete. Your bridges are burned, and ties cut. Your gut is pained with ulcers. Your heart races with compulsion. You wish it over now

Sitting one last night in shame, always placing blame. Listen to your daughters cry. You cursed her with your lack to pay. Eviction notice on its way 

When did you become helpless? When did you become so feeble minded, and lose your marbles? 

No one can make any sense of this. You are a lonely creature, death is pounding on your door. Even the score is that what you think? 

For what its worth I have long prayed for you to come around. Stop dragging people through your mud. You were once a man of noble character, now just a thud. Grave robber. God is to chose the day, and the hour

I pray God shakes you to your core wakes you from this selfish state. I can’t bear to think the play date satan is having with you. Did you invite him in for a drink or six. Wake up!

Lord shake him now, wake him for my kid’s sake. Grab his heart, and free him of his afflictions. No matter the time that has passed you will always be apart of me. 18 years if not easily dismissed

I am not hanging you out to dry, I am pleading with your broken heart to let God give you a fresh start. Give it all to him, every last reaper thought. You can laugh again. Quit bathing in your sin, lathering in the guilt, and laid quilt for your memorial, what purpose does this serve you? Get up

I have no claim on you other than that of our children. Please stop with remission know you are not beyond repair. Life has hurt us ALL very deep. God is greater than the wounds you keep, Give it all to Him 

Let God claim victory over your story, let Satan hiss away. Keep Him so at bay, by crying out in Jesus Name 

For this I pray that you find life, and life brand new. Happiness, and even a skip in your step. I have never wished you ill. For we both have suffered at our selfishness. Get up now, it is time. All it takes is looking up. Surrender 

Please just surrender

Psalm 143

1
Psalm 143 A psalm of David.
1
O LORD, hear my prayer, listen to my cry for mercy; in your faithfulness and righteousness come to my relief.
2
Do not bring your servant into judgment, for no one living is righteous before you.
3
The enemy pursues me, he crushes me to the ground; he makes me dwell in darkness like those long dead.
4
So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed.
5
I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done.
6
I spread out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah

Porcelain Doll

Porcelain doll, so dainty and fair. How long have you been sitting in there?

High upon the top shelf of the lit curio cabinet, I see you are scatched and dirty

You are definitely a sight Amoungst the reburished dolls, they are so pretty. Gleaning white. I bet you were just as them at one time, a doll makers delight

Your eye sits out of socket, you’re a little twisted in your posture. Not beyond repair, I see you sitting you are not beyond my stare

Porcelain doll, so dainty and fair. How long have you been in sitting there?

I imagine with all the dust fallen in your hair, it has been awhile. Your not groomed or styled like the rest

I bet you are one that holds much value, and history too. I can see my hands taking great pride in you. A new stiched outfit, your hair with a soft curl around your little face

I will buff you, and shine you back to your prime, and put you back in place. Antique, you are. Priceless, I as a doll collector I see your value. I look pass the grease smudges on your face. I see you white as snow in its place

When my hands are finished with the making of you new I will place you back upon the top shelf. You will no longer lean on the one sitting next to you. You will stand with elegance. Every eye transfixed to the top shelf, where you are no longer tarnished

Porcelain doll so dainty and fair, look at her skin glowing white, almost translucent. She is near perfect. Her cheeks soft pink with matching lips too. I wonder who takes claim, who’s hands does this doll belong too? Famous hands I trust with the look of that of a near perfect touch

White as snow, white as snow, thought my sins were as scarlet,
Lord I know, Lord I know, that I’m clean and forgiven.
Through the power of Your blood, through the wonder of Your love,
through faith in you I know that I can be
white as snow.

~Maranotha Music

Phillipians 1:6

being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion

Photo Credit Lisa Ralph; I have always thought I looked like a doll in this picture. I am poised in a doll like fashion. My head tilted just right, and my face dolly like. My skin fair, and face with a hint of pink. Likened to a doll, how neat. I bask at the change in me from my makers hands. This is not what my portrait would have resembled a few years back. I neeeded reassmbled. For my maker to make me clean, and place in back in my rightful place. He did that indeed!! 

Word Prompt: Polish

I and we of marriage, triple braided cord with the Lord we will endure forever


As I turn out the light and bow my head to pray

The answered prayer I’m thankful for

Is I made it through today, 

When I woke today upon the sun did rise, sat with my husband side by side, hand in hand 

The prayer that came from my husbands heart, and the tears that fell upon my eyes (God you are good). My heart welled in surprise the nature of his heart so sincere

Lord allow us to work as a well oiled machine, together in everything we do may we keep our eyes on you. Make our marriage strong, and help us lean into one another with you at the center

Yesterday was hard, as the excitement of my job was over. Given to seizures once again. I had to give in to them yet again. Yeild for my safety. The excitement was put out. Our financial burdens were not lost in my set of keys, they were given back as my body attacks. 

We have dreams, and goals. All set on hold, so Lord we say your will be done. Let us endure this battle together. So vulerbalbe in my gait. Let me stand strong against the evil that ploys my fall

So again at the end of this day 

As I turn out the light and bow my head to pray

The answered prayer I’m thankful for

Is I made it through today…

Ecclesiastes 4:12

And two attacked by one would be safe, and three cords twisted together are not quickly broken.