Thunder and lightning streak across the sky.
Torrential rain thunders on the ground and drip drops in my window.
Cold breezes caress my face like a lover
“I know what makes you tick, this is for you…” it whispers as it trails across my ear and neck and twirls my hair like streamers around me.
The thunder reverberates through my body, celebrating my existence in this world, my purpose that can only be felt in the soul by the clap of lightning across a darkened sky and the booming that is the beating of my heart.
“I seek you” says the lightning, the thunder replies “Here, I am” as I breathe in deep the scent of rain in the air. Like a lover, fragrant to my senses as my heart travails over your presence, You lead me by the hand to the window as you streak in blinding light across the sky as I soak it in through the very fabric of my being, your blinding and unapproachable light that I might soak it in and display you on my body. That I might wear you in my being…
And be your lightning in the storm of this world.
That you would light me up Lord, and never let me go.
~Amanda Fransen 9/29/2015
I used to write poetry a long time ago. I used to draw and paint too. Much of my inspiration has waned over the years sadly due to my circumstances. I gave everything I had and had nothing left to give…myself, my time. I gave it all and shut away myself for another.
John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.
It is after all what God calls us as women to do and be for our husbands, and so I did. Now that God has released me, my creativity is blooming like a midnight flower…In her darkest hour, the glow of the moon causes her to bloom and radiate the bluish glow of the star of the night. (<- See what just happened there!) I have painted, I have drawn, I have poeted (yeah, totally just made that word up) and I have sung my heart out. I wrote this poem in the Spirit of the Lord and as I wrote it I was living it, I could see it and longed to lay in my bed with the window wide and blinds raised to have my cheek caressed by the wind and my lungs filled with His presence. My heart beat rapidly as I could hear the thunder and was blinded by the lightning in my vision. How anyone could not see that God is the lover and redeemer of our souls and that he cares for us and fills us with his purpose and presence and life!
OH LORD! Would that I could dance with you, like I danced in my heart with you like a Bride at a reception, like a young girl in love at a ball. You redeem me Father, you purchased me and saved me from the fire I willingly entered, from the wrath that was never meant for me. I let your Holy Temple be defiled and trampled on. Blood stained feet and hands tore me down, but you, you picked up my shattered pieces and you moved me to safety and rebuilt me. Now I stand tall as a Daughter of the Most High God, prepared for battle (I’d really love a bow and arrow), and ready to be your hands and feet. I cling to the promises you’ve shown me. You have restored me and my heart and brought me back to life. Thank you for protecting my heart and mind through the madness and through it raising up a daughter of faith. I could not be who I am now were it not for this life you have given me. Now that we have walked through the valley, it’s time to climb the mountain together towards victory.
Blessings,
~Amanda
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