My Beloved

I have come to the refreshing springs. My soul is still and quiet and refreshed. The waters are clear and pure and bring life to body and joy to heart and hope to dreams. Here I sit and drink and listen and love.

My beloved is here. He sits still, leaning back against the trunk of a tree whose shade is cool and inviting. He looks upon me with a smile on His face. He takes joy in my pleasure, He takes joy in my refreshing. He rejoices over me with His unconditional, everlasting love.

I turn my face and gaze into the eyes of pure love. Such depth, such compassion... such love. His eyes look into my soul and with His look my fears are quenched, my questions answered. He reaches across and caresses my face, His touch as light as the breeze. I close my eyes and savour His touch.

There are no need for words. We share an intimacy so deep and true and pure and right. Silence is like a song of love that passes between us. My beloved and I.

Refuge and Strength
Everlasting Love
Keeping me safe
Glories from above

Power and might
That knows no bounds
I listen to the rhythm
Of Heavenly sounds

He is my Forever
My now and yesterday
He is always near
Never turns away

He is my constant
In the crashing of the seas
They can threaten to overpower
But they will never conquer me

For truth is a powerful
Undeniable force
He is my truth
He directs my course

I will run and not grow weary
I will walk and not faint
For His hand always upholds me
And fear can never taint

Doubt will not cause me
To falter and lose my way
Because He lights my path
With His truth every day

My heart will never falter
My back will never turn
For Him, my souls desire
My passion will always burn

It doesn’t matter what is said
Heaven knows the truth
Heaven knows the reason
That ‘s enough for me

It doesn’t matter the season
As long as I am
Walking through this moment
Holding your hand

It doesn’t matter the thoughts
Or plans or deeds of another
My plans , My steps
Are ordered of the Lord


So I hold my head up high
Listening to His words
As they give me strength
To live another day

In grace and peace
In fellowship and love
Never denying that He
Is the reason that I am

The only words that matter
Are the ones that Heaven speaks
For they are words of life and truth
That clothe me everyday

I walk in the confidence
That He is my strength, my all
He is the fire of passion that burns
In my heart that lives in awe

Not Forsaken

You said yes
When the world said no
You took my hand
Claimed me as your own

You said I will
When the world turned away
You held me close
Near your heart I lay

You gave me your Name
Called me beloved
Never alone again

Forsaken Not
Held in everlasting arms
Forsaken Not
Forever your own

Forsaken Not
Held in your warm embrace
Forsaken Not
Remembered by you

Now I say yes
When others say no
Hold on to the hands
Of the lonely

I say I will
When the world turns away
Hold them close
To my heart

You give them your Name
Call them Beloved
Never alone again

Forsaken Not
Held in everlasting arms
Forsaken Not
Forever Your own

Forsaken Not
Held in your warm embrace
Forsaken Not
Remembered by YOU

Lovely one o Jesus
King of All I am
Holy One O Father
King of all I am

Yumi's Forever

She wakes up, with a sigh, a kid or two laying on top her, the smell of a wet nappy the beautiful fragrance she wakes up to. She has dishes in the sink from last night because her baby was sick. Her mouth tastes like last week’s garbage. Her eyes feel like a cement truck backed up during the night and offloaded on her face. She moves the child, rubs her eyes, walks to the bathroom, looks in the mirror, sighs again, straightens her shoulders looks herself in the face and says “thank you father for this day.” New mercies seriously appreciated today father. Grace…. Pile it on, yet not my will but yours.

She sits for a moment . She opens the word of God and eats of that wonderful life giving daily bread. She closes her eyes, tucks the verses in her heart and enters her mission field.

Thus starts the day same as yesterday, same as tomorrow same for the next umpteen years. Drudgery or an honour?

During the day she sings to Jesus while ironing and wiping snotty noses. Listens to audio bible or Joyce Meyer while feeding her baby, listens to the Holy Spirit as he ministers his love and peace to her, bringing scriptures to remembrance, adding some revelation. Baby finished feeding and she is prom pted by the Holy Ghost to ring a friend. She recognises these promptings from the Holy Ghost; she has ignored many and been astounded incredibly when realising a hunch was the Holy Spirit talking to her. There are more dishes to be done….. but no, ring your friend. So she does. Not an earth shattering world changing declaring claiming phone call. Just a how you going, you are such a good mum, such a valuable person type of call. She hangs up and feels that glow just under the skin of her face that always comes when she is walking out her responses to the Holy Spirits promptings.

There are more encounters through the day, a smile to the cranky cash register lady. A wave to the person that thought they were driving at speedway. A hug for a dirty tired cranky child. An ear to listen to the workings of the day her loved ones had lived in the hours they had not all been together.
She is still tired. Cement still in her eyes. She sits on her favourite chair in the quiet moment before her day ends. She recalls the day with smiles, tears, frustrations. She treasures each moment, each lesson learned, each small part of her character being built; she looks on the foundations being built in her family and her home….. foundations for the tomorrow of all of their lives. She understands that without the todays the tomorrows would fall apart. She understands that though the todays seem at times monotonous and inconsequential they are an import ant part of what her tomorrows will be, her family’s tomorrows will be. She listens to the small voice of her beloved speaking to her soul… This is not your forever but it has a great impact on your forever. She closes her eyes, daydreams about what the todays and tomorrows of her forever may be. She whispers to her Father and Her king, thank you. She closes her eyes and sleeps with the promises and the dreams of tomorrow and forever built upon the minutes seconds and hours of her today.

Yumi walks through each day of her todays on her journey to forever. Some days her prayer life is a single word, Help!!! Others a song of thank you. Some days she feels like she is sinking, but a friend reminds her that her life is built on a solid foundation. The rock of ages. She wonders at times if she is walking in her purpose and destiny especially those days when she is surrounded by anything but glory and wonder!!! But she lives with a revelation in her heart of who she is in Christ and who he is in her. She understands that her race is not a competition with anothers race, but her own. She is grateful for a Saviour that picks her up when she falls. She is grateful for the hiding place she has found in Him. Her safe refuge. Her secret place. She has discovered that intimacy is sacred and personal and holds it close to her heart, those times of intimate relationship with the Lover of her soul. She sows seeds into the lives of her family, her friends, and acquaintances. And so passes the passage of time. Not a lot of fanfare, not too many medals or trophies of recognition...beside the ones from her children ;Worlds best mum etc, and off course, unbeknown to her the trophies ladid up in eternity from the choices she made in her todays.

Yumis children have grown, but there is always need of a mother. Her time is not filled with cleaning and little children, but if filled with meeting the needs of the many who come across her path. She feeds orphans, clothes children in her neighbourhood.. She visits with the sick, and writes letters to young women in prisons. She volunteers her time, her life. All the while reminding her that this is not her forever, just her today. She values that which is eternal over that which is temporal, reminding herself always that her life is to be lived to bring value and importance to others lives.

Yumi is at the place of peace after many todays, pondering, reminiscing, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with an ache, but always with gratitude and thanksgiving. Sitting in front of a window, breeze whispering upon her face. She is contemplating, processing. Remembering a conversation remembering lives changed, remembering, praying thanking
Yumi was alive in a way she never knew alive to be. Every cell of her being was awake and aware. That glow that she often felt when loving and serving her king was now like an all consuming fire of passion and understanding and fulfilment. His hand was reaching to her. The hand that was scarred….. the hand that embodied all she longed for, the hand that wiped away all the tears so many times. She reached, she held…. She arrived . Forever was here.
Holding onto His hand he talked and walked with her. He smiled and laughed. They even reminisced. He thanked her for feeding him, visiting him, taking the time to listen to him. She was a little perplexed until she realised that just doing her todays brought joy to Him. She saw a friend in the distance, a person she had spent countless hours on the phone too, encouraging, loving. She was the friend she was often prompted to ring at sometimes the most unusual times. Her friend was smiling. She was waving as were others. Some were clapping. Some were bouncing up and down in excitement and anticipation. She recognised one woman who had been used to bring so much freedom to other women’s lives. Oh look!!! There is that cranky cash register lady….she’s looking so great!! Always wondered what happened to her. My family, my children and their children…… Her darling one who walked out her life with her. What a wonderful place!! What a wonderful time!!!! Forever!!

Her Saviour brought her to a throne. Vast and majestic and awe inspiring. Fathers chair. Father was here, arms open wide, beaming with love and joy. He handed her a gift. What more could He possibly give her….. He had already given her His all…and His all was sufficient for the every days of her life. She lifted the lid and inside was the most beautiful crown. Gems gleamed with purity and clarity she had never ever seen…..diamonds that made Tiffany’s look like a dollar and cents costume jewellery store. This was incredible. As she looked the gems seemed to be alive!!! Closer she looked… amazed!!! One diamond was filled with the faces of the children in orphanages in Africa she had sent money to . Another gem showed the moments each of her children came into their own personal relationship with Christ, over their heads and traversing the pictures were all the words of love and encouragement she had spoken entering and building their lives… she could see the lives they influenced, the world they touched, she could see….. she could see.. now tears fall as she sees the picture of a young worn out mother blanketed by sleepy children rise out of her bed, cement filled eyes and all, look in the mirror and say thank you to her Lord.
Every stone gleamed with the story of a life lived in the today with the knowledge that today was a stepping stone to forever. Wow….. look at that, in a gem of magnificent colour and design. A young woman smiling at a cranky cash register lady. She remembered that day. What she saw in the gem though surprised her. Her smile caused a small break in the surrounding wall around the ladies heart. That small break allowed a sliver of sunlight, she saw hope and expectancy. She saw another womans today step into her forever simply because of a smile, and encouraging word, an understanding that today is not my forever but what Ido, how I respond and react plays such an important part in my forever.

I am writer. I have always known that, but not always embraced it. I have written poetry since I was a teenager, composed songs and stories inside my head and sometimes on paper forever. I am such an avid day dreamer and dreamer that should I so choose, I am able to have sequels.

Now it is time, to submit the ramblings to those that wish to read them.

I hope they encourage and inspire, for that is my purpose and desire..