prompted to write Steve

I read a poem called Life on FB and God prompted me to use it to write Steve.....
as I re-wrote it some, WORN, by Tenth Ave North was playing . . . . .

So I wrote Steve:

ElLois Betts <ellois.b@gmail.com>	10:39 AM (18 minutes ago)
to Steve

You wrote:  Please accept my apology, it is truly heart-felt and from a humble heart.  I desire to restore our relationship.  If you do receive this email, please let me know--reply, call, or text.  I really want to talk with you and find out how you are doing.

I have been waiting, praying about this particular phrase you wrote, it seems so long ago..... and asking God what move shall/should I make, if any at this time.

Sometimes circumstances collide and I try to listen now...for even a gentle whisper from my Shepherd.....  

On a corner she laid

broken as she were

she wept;

crying tears she could not laugh

she stayed;

on the brink of insanity

she remained;

watching the days go by

she tried to understand

but…

nothing made sense,

at least not in this life

so she waited for the next.

If things were different,

and life was just a bit fair

she would have everything…

and without the need to dream

she would have

a huge house

as a place to live,

a beautiful bed

where she could sleep,

a cheerful family

to purge her fears,

and a perfectly carved coffin

if one day,

she ceased to exist.

But,

life is life

and fairness is not her trait

          ~~~~

so when I was down

and all my hope was gone

I looked to my Shepherd

He raised my head

I saw His face

He promised to never leave me

I began to believe

       

I cried out to my Shepherd

      ~~~~

I'm tired 

I'm worn 

My heart is heavy

From the work it takes to keep on breathing

I've made mistakes 

I've let my hope fail

My soul feels crushed

By the weight of this world

And I know that you can give me rest

So I cry out with all that I have left

Let me see redemption win

Let me know the struggle ends

That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn

I want to know a song can rise

From the ashes of a broken life

And all that's dead inside can be reborn

Cause I'm worn

I know I need 

To lift my eyes up

But I'm too weak

Life just won't let up

And I know that You can give me rest

So I cry out with all that I have left

And my prayers are wearing thin

I'm worn even before the day begins

I'm worn I've lost my will to fight

I'm worn so heaven come and flood my eyes 

Let me see redemption win

Let me know the struggle ends

That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Over whelmed, over whelming.....but mostly I hope and I KNOW that my Shepherd is my refuge, a present help in trouble

and He has promised me over and over again with His Word:

"Do not let your heart be troubled.  Trust in Me"  

I am in a much better place but I dearly miss my brother...Have you seen him?  His name is Steve.

My grief now is for the loss of Princess.  She wandered away, out of the garden, one evening (Aug 7) about 9pm..... my neighbor across the field, beyond the wood said that the hawk dropped intestines and a tip of a black fur tail on his property......  I sob for the horrible way she must have died.

My days are so lonely without her.

Mary has offered her Lily to me.......  

Sept 5 I start a group session with Sheri, 8 weeks, and it is centered on inner healing focused on experiencing spiritual and emotional transformation through our relationship with Jesus.

We will be studying and learning from God's Word and 3 other books:  The Soul's Journey into God's Embrace; God Attachment; and Into Abba's Arms.

I look forward to this new growth with open arms.