Wednesday September 2 2015  I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE

 

Can anyone ever have enough peace and quiet?  I think not!  This is Dave’s night out to help another person.  I think he really looks forward to it.  I never begrudge my husband time away from me.  Actually, I kind of like the occasional solitude. I think I have mentioned that before. 

Today was another one of those days that just seems to fly by, never accomplishing all I start out to do, comes to a quick end, and then must write my blog before I can get into bed.  I love writing my blog but I am thinking of changing my schedule around for a while.  The only thing is, I am enjoying the correspondence from those reading my blog and look forward to hearing from some every day.  If I stop writing my blog for a while, I plan to resume at a later date.  I will send out email notices at the time I post them.  I may take a hiatus because I have company coming and I am not accomplishing all I need to accomplish.  As soon as the company leaves Dave and I are taking off for a month long trip.  I have decided that I will not blog every day while on the trip.  I may do it sporadically however.

I would love it if people would suggest some topics they might find interesting for me to write about.  I’ll warn you, however, that our points of view may vary.  I’m game, if you are.  I love it when people give me one word or one phrase and challenge me to write a poem.  I have written so many hundreds of poems that at one time I wondered what would happen if I had no more poems to write.  I asked God about it.  I kid you not, this is what happened during my conversation with God.

I felt God tugging at my heart to listen to His voice.  Then all of a sudden in my mind’s eye, like a video playing, God pointed out a room to me.  This room only had three sides to it and I could see in from the side where I was standing.  It was an infinity room.  The walls just went on forever until they became a  point in the distance.  All the walls I could see had book shelves.  Upon the shelves were what I thought were volumes of books, going on forever.  As I approached the shelves I realized they weren’t books, but booklets of poems.  I felt God impress upon me that these were the poems I had already written.  Then He spoke into my heart saying anytime I needed a poem to write I was to just come and take any one off the shelf.  He impressed upon me that I would never run of poems.

I saw that room as if I were actually right in front of it.  After this “vision” was over I wondered if I would ever get to write or read them all.  They are in heaven waiting for me.  Maybe I will get to read them there.

Do you ever delight in the daydream of what heaven will be like for you?  I do.  I imagine my mansion will have rooms and rooms of books on shelves.  And there will be lots of poems, and beautiful lights, and colors dancing wherever I look.  Heaven is real folks.  There are a lot of scriptures that talk about heaven and how it looks.  It will be beyond our wildest imagination. 

Well, today went beyond my wildest imagination because I had to work a lot harder than I imagined I would.  I am working on restoring an old tobacco starter table made out of metal and rust.  I scrubbed off so much rust and then some of the water was left pooled in the bottom and it MADE MORE NEW RUST!  My neighbor Karen saw me working and came over to offer her suggestions.  She went in her house and brought out her CLR (I think those are the correct letters) remover and poured it into the basin and I had to start scrubbing all over again.  I wore protective clothing, eye goggles, and a heavy duty mask with an air filter.  I didn’t realize just how small and my face is because I could barely get the mask to seal around my features.  With a little pressure from my hand while I scrubbed, I made it work.  I fear the table had lead paint on it so I took precautions. I even put a drop cloth down on the driveway to protect the cement.  That drop cloth is already discarded.  The rust is not yet gone. 

This “table” is very old and very rusty and very heavy!  I intend to recondition it so it can be used as the base for a glass top to create a dining room table.  I am considering painting it.  If I choose not to paint it I will put a clear matte finish on,which will seal any lead paint that may still be on it.  It has a beautiful patina to the finish so I really don’t want to paint it if at all possible.  This is the “table” that we purchased in Paoli at an antique store.  But let me tell you, I WORKED PHYSICALLY VERY HARD!  I was so tired in my shoulders by the time I went to exercise that I could not do some of my regular upper body workout!  That’ll teach me to get old!

It seems at times that I spend quite a bit of time in the kitchen just preparing meals.  I’m figuring out ways to make it simpler, and still get in the right amounts of all the food components for Dave’s diabetic needs.  I have discovered that I cannot eat like Dave because it is way too much food for my stomach.  I still have that 5 pounds on that I came home with.  That has to change!

So, here I am, with no earth shattering news (thank God!) and not really that much to write about.  So, I will go and pick one of my poems off that shelf I told you about.  I never peruse, but simply take one.  So your guess is as good as mine right now as to what it will be about.  It is as if I have Christmas ever day.  I look at my poetry as a gift from God that I can give to others.  I thank Him daily for all gifts that come from Him.

THAT I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE

By Kathleen Martens

September 2, 2015

 

One poem upon the shelf

Spoke a whisper to the next,

“Why don’t we switch places

And see if she is vexed.”

 

But what I choose is always best,

God never seems to line them wrong.

And sometimes He delights me,

With a beautiful, simple song.

 

I look forward to each day

When it is time for me to write.

God seems to prepare my way

And I never have to fight.

 

I love to hear the stories

That God delights to give.

By giving me words to speak

To share with others how to live.

 

And sometimes for comfort

He gives words for another to hear

That give them hope and peace

To confirm that he is near.

 

Some poems are long and serious,

And some are short and sweet.

It depends upon what need

He desires my poem to meet.

 

I never know when I choose

What I will find when I look inside

All I need to really know

Is that God with me abides.

 

And He has a plan for me,

And it is always for my good.

I only wish I could do more

I would, if I only could.

 

But He knows my day is limited

For I live in the realm of time.

But someday in the future

I’ll cross eternity’s line.

 

No longer will I be bound

By earth’s time or space,

And as I choose from my shelf

I will look into His face.

 

And He will share His golden smile

And say “You are My Beloved”.

And I will remember the cross

Where His death was so rugged.

 

That I am His and He is mine,

That is the most important thing.

And I will live for eternity

With My King of Kings!

 

So…you can believe what you like.  I know what I saw and I know that God impressed His words into my heart.  Since the day when God allowed me to see the infinity room of poems, I have never worried again about not having something to write.  He gave me this unbelievable gift when I was a very young child.  It took me a long time to realize it was a gift.  I just thought anyone could write if they wanted to.  God has so many gifts He desires to give to his beloved children.  Be certain that your gift is not being hidden.  Mine was for years.  Maybe tomorrow night I’ll tell the story of how God showed me that He wanted me to use my gift of writing for His glory.  All the gifts He gives to us are for His glory.  I believe EVERYONE is given a gift.  Take a deep look, figure out what your gift is, and see if you need to dust it off in order to present to Him what He has gifted you to do.

 

It is fun to write a poem for my readers each evening.  When I don’t do the blog I write them in my journal for myself each morning.  And I love to give them away!

I am going to close with a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson written in poetry form.  This is from the book:  “You Can’t Afford the Luxury of a Negative Thought” by Peter McWilliams:

“Life is too short to waste

In critical peep

or cynic bark,

Quarrel or reprimand:

‘Twill soon be dark:

Up!  Mind thine own aim,

and God speed the mark!”