Breathe, Enjoy The Journey, Insticts, Life, Loving Things Living, Poetry, Rise

Living Things Living

  • Being silent, noticing living things, living. The breath of God flowing within and through as the trees bloom and the sun shines. A quiet appreciation of life. I think about how everything works together, as seasons change. Yeah, the pollen is falling and things get stirred up which brings an element of discomfort, but blooming and growth means life is bursting forth. There is a metamorphosis, things taking shape very naturally, very beautifully coming into form as God creates it to be. Watch it, living things, living! It’s everywhere! Do you notice?
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Addiction, Enjoy The Journey, Life, Poetry, Recovery, Rise, Uncategorized

A Mom’s Journey of Recovery

For the cause of “good” came destruction.

For the cause of “making things better” they became worse.

For the cause of right came chaos.

Within the chaos, I tried to fix.

What I tried to fix remained broken.

What I tried to control remained immature and fought me for freedom.

Then I became aware of my own insanity.

By admitting it I became sane.

By letting go came freedom.

By setting setting free came maturity.

By admitting wrong came humility.

By accepting humility I welcomed help from a Higher Power.

It gave me strength in my weakness.

It gave me wisdom in my ignorance.

It gave me love and compassion instead of judgement.

And it gave her wings.

And it gave her freedom to go on her own journey.

And permission for me to get out of the way and let it happen.

 

Wynema Clark – 2/20/2019 

"It Is Finished", Breathe, Commentary, Cross, Enjoy The Journey, Floods of Rest, Gospel, Life, Love, Ministry, Poetry, Religion; spirituality, Religious

Floods Of Rest

An obsession with right and wrong had stolen my liberation most of my life. I wanted badly to get it right. It being my theology, my life, my character, my family, everything. But I got confusion and frustration and like parched earth on a hot Texas summer it starved my soul of the pure clean living water that was mine.

It was a drought of receiving and giving the love that so desperately wanted to flow. But slowly, the dam broke. Not like a thunderstorm, but like a still small voice saying, “It Is Finished” you can stop now and rest.

Let the water flow by letting go of right and resting now, because, I Am. I am your right, I am their right, I Am. And out of my belly flows rivers of living water. Floods of restful being, washing every part. I will never thirst again.

Wynema Clark 12/22/2018

Alone-Ness, Commentary, Cross, Enjoy The Journey, Insticts, Life

Alone-ness

It is in my alone-ness that God and I communicate the best. In the quiet of my evening, when my day has unfolded and my concerns or request are raw and laid bare. As I finish up my day, we talk all while I clean the kitchen or wash my face.

I also like to walk either alone or with my pups in tow. No music or podcast or sermons. Nothing to place my concentration on or distract me from where my thoughts are. Maybe family concerns or things happening with my friends and we talk about it. Even my own personal anxieties or feelings of inadequacy I notice in the quiet. Those I share with Him and He often reminds me of the truth or highlights a lie that I’ve allowed in.

In the quiet I can really focus on where my thoughts and feelings are settling. If I am emotional in certain thoughts and why that particular thought elicits such emotion, the Holy Spirit gently and quietly points out the truth and where it fits or doesn’t fit with who I am.

Sometimes my feelings are strictly based on lack of sleep or hormones. In these I am given grace. Those are physical and may not be based on a lie, but physiology. I remember the difference between eternal and temporary and I am thankful for the temporary and I allow myself to feel it and then let go.

Sometimes I even embrace the highs and lows for a time, to enjoy the range of emotions associated with being alive. It allows me a healthy, honest physiological experience in the moment.

I am thankful for a full range of emotions. I am thankful to my Father for being a woman.

Wynema I Clark

Commentary, Cross, Enjoy The Journey, Gospel, Life, Love, Ministry, Religion; spirituality, Uncategorized

We Are His House

My husband and I are blessed to own a great house in SA. We live in that house, pay for it and hire out repairs (we aren’t real good at that stuff) and care for the upkeep of it. If there is painting that needs to be done or a lawn that needs to be mowed Jeremy and I don’t blame the house, how silly would that be, we simply take care of it. We may rearrange things at times, remove walls or update the light fixtures. But that’s up to us not the house.

The verses below all say that you are God’s house. If you are God’s house what does that say about whose in charge of your care. You can rest in that! I just think about that and it gets my mojo goin!

Hebrews 3; 2 Corinthians 6;

1 Corinthians 6; Acts 7 & 17 1 Corinthians 3

Life, Love, Love Is Shown, Poetry

Where Love Is Shown

Love doesn’t highlight mistakes,

it redeemed them.

Love doesn’t point fingers at brokenness,

it embraced the broken.

Love doesn’t avoid the hurting,

It entered into it.

For God so loved the WORLD.

Not just our best and brightest

But our dirty and broken,

Our hidden and covered,

Our embarrassed, our shy

Our exposed and ashamed.

And leads us out into the wide open spaces of love and grace.

Where our eyes are opened

Where life is known

Where the lights comes on

Love is shown.

Cross, Gospel, Life, Love, Poetry, poetry; commentary, Religion; spirituality

Believing is Seeing

Formed in love

Created with breath

Believed into life

Redeemed out of death

Chosen and righteous

Whether I feel it or not

In my ups and downs

Your love hits the spot

I’m confident, strong and eternally blessed

Living by grace

In the midst of the mess

In weakness is strength

In sadness is peace

Enraptured by heaven

Your life is released

Flowing like rivers

Out of my being

Your life is mine

Believing is seeing

Wynema I Clark – 6-24-2018

"It Is Finished", Commentary, Cross, Gospel, Life, Poetry, poetry; commentary, Religion; spirituality, Religious, Uncategorized

“He Is”

 

He is the way, the journey and the destination.
He is the truth, the understanding, the revelation.
He is the life, the experience, what is real.
He is the bread, the wine, the entire meal.
He is the answer, the anointing, He is the call.
He is the first, the last, He is all.
Wynema I Clark  9/26/2016