living life unhindered

Giving it your all

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This week’s Poetry Tuesday feature is “The Rose”.  Originally sang by Bette Midler, but I love the version sang by Christopher Malon below. I love this song. It inspires in me that we never know what is preparing to bloom, hidden beneath the snow.

I also love this video. For 34 years he kept that beautiful voice inside. I cried the first time I watched the video. The beauty inside someone needs to be released. My prayer and wish is that in my life I give it all, and when I see Jesus in heaven he says “Well done my good and faithful servant. You poured out everything I gave you.” I want to be completely empty when I leave this world. Be blessed my friends.

“The Rose”

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin’
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose.


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A long way from home

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In two days I leave for a mission trip to Haiti. I am excited, nervous, full of anticipation and emotional. It is my first mission trip and I’m looking forward to serving the Haitian people. But it has truly been a trust walk and time of growing for me.

When I think of going to Haiti, what I think is that Haiti is a long way from home.  I don’t mean from where I live now, but from where I am from. I am really just a country girl at heart who was born in a little town nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. Many of my family have lived and died in that same small town. When I was young, I dreamed of life outside of my small town. I dreamed and hoped I could change the world. Then when I was a teenager my parents moved us to Fredericksburg. I am thankful for them stepping out of their comfort zone and moving away from home to offer better opportunities for my brother and me. It could not have been easy to leave all you had ever known behind, but they did it anyway. I often think of the sacrifices they have made to make my life better. Now, please do not get me wrong, I am proud of where I am from and happy to have spent my childhood there, you will never meet better people, no matter where you go. But my journey  wasn’t meant to stay there.

God had a different path for me. I think of how I wanted to change the world. I really didn’t understand what that meant. I still don’t completely understand, but I think we change the world, and the Kingdom of God, when we put others before ourselves. I think we change the world when we are obedient to the things God tells us to do, big or small. I think we change the world one small step at a time, and then when we look back, we have come farther than we could have ever dreamed. Haiti is a total walk of obedience for me. When God told me to go, it was hard, but I knew he would be with me every step of the way. So, now I am looking forward to going. I am looking forward to this part of the journey in this life of mine, and I am so thankful for God and all those who have changed my world by their sacrifices. In a few days, I travel a world away from where my life started. It is truly a long way from home. But I hope I will be able to make a difference by serving others, by being obedient and taking one more step forward into the unknown. This country girl is amazed with how far God has brought me. I am so excited to see what else he has in store. Be blessed my friends. See you when I get back.

Coming Home – Prodigal Son

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This weeks poem for Poetry Tuesday is an original. I may still make changes. So much of my writing is a work in progress. Enjoy and be blessed my friends.

Coming Home – Prodigal Son

It’s time to come home,
You’ve been gone too long.
Running far and going astray,
Walking in your own way.
He is waiting for your return,
Giving you the time you need to learn.
Waiting, to hold you through your pain
He’s calling, come to me, don’t refrain.
Where have you been my child? I miss you so.
I love you more than you’ll ever know.
I am waiting, here by your side,
I will not forsake you, I haven’t lied.
Come home, my daughter, my son.
Come home to me, your battle is already won.

© Leah Jacobsen

Heart Runs

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Okay so life has been crazy, so Poetry Tuesday is on Wednesday this week. This week’s feature is Heart Runs by John Mark McMillan off of his new album. I love this song. It is very powerful. I also posted the video. Enjoy my friends.

 

HEART RUNS

Like deer to the pool
I’m coming after you
Like a thirsty animal
My heart is for your love

Like Jonah from the deep
I’m coming out of my sleep
To find the secrets that you keep
Is the only thing worth rising for

From the dirt you’ve drawn me out
And you draw me out again
I’m coming back from the dead
I’m coming out of my skin

And you are everything my heart wants
Everything my heart wants
And my heart runs
My heart runs after you

Like breakers on the shore
You’re knocking on my door
Like the deepest places in you
Calling to the fountains of my soul

From the dirt you’ve drawn me out
And you draw me out again
I’m coming back from the dead
I’m coming out of my skin

And you are everything my heart wants
Everything my heart wants
And my heart runs
My heart runs after you

(So) My heart runs
(So) My heart runs
(So) My heart runs
My heart runs after you

 

Landslide

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This week’s feature for Poetry Tuesday is Landslide by Stevie Nicks. I thought I would post the whole song and video to go with yesterdays post. As always, be blessed my friends.


I took my love and took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I’m getting older too

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I’m getting older too
Oh, I’m getting older too

I take my love, take it down
I climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Will the landslide bring you down
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Will the landslide bring you down, oh, oh
The landslide bring you down

 

Seasons

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I have always loved the change in seasons. Fall is my favorite season, but in general I love
them all. I love that when I am just about fed up with one season, it is time for a change.
Everything shifts and feels like a brand new chance. I also love how the changing seasons
marks out the change in time, from one phase and then on to the next.

Now when it comes to my life, I am not often as enthusiastic about change. Change can be
hard. We don’t know what to expect. Change can even be scary and require a step of faith.
I am in a season like that now. I’m getting older, and my kids are getting older and it makes me think a lot about what the future holds. It makes me feel sad and happy all at the same time.

I have always love Landslide by Stevie Nicks. I first heard it as a young girl. It was actually
written the year I was born. I have always found the song sad even when I was still just a child myself, but now…. oh boy. It is actually very interesting to me that this song was written the year I was born. It has been there during all the seasons of my life. When I was a teenager looking toward the future. When I was growing up in my twenties, and now in this season of my life. The lyrics really hit home for me. “Can the child in my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? I don’t know.” “I’ve been afraid of changing, cause I built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, even children get older and I’m getting older too.”

Many times I resist change. I think most of us do. But, even though I don’t always like change, I do like new things and new adventures. I also don’t always like being out of my comfort zone, but I do like becoming a better, more rounded person. I think it is interesting how very often we can love a result, or destination, but not always like the price to get there. Interesting, how that works. But as sad as the time passing can be, and the end of a season, it would be just as sad, if not sadder to never change and get stuck in a season. So, can I handle the seasons of my life? Well, just like the lyrics say, I don’t know. But I do know that as much as some things change, some stay the same. I find comfort in that and that my Savior, Jesus Christ, is the same yesterday, today and forever. I think I can face the future, and come what may, He is always there, and soon enough, good or bad, this season will pass and another will lay in front of me.

Blessings my friends.

Dark Night

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This week’s feature for Poetry Tuesday is a poem I wrote many years ago. It was during a very hard time in my life, and where I truly was in the middle of a dark time in my life. Since then, God has brought me so far. I was thinking this week of how transparency truly puts an end to darkness. When we are transparent, God’s light shines right through us. His pure light shines the truth into all areas of our lives. If we give it all to Him, then the enemy has no hold on us, and can no longer twist the truth. Hope this poem blesses you and lets you know you are never alone, even in the darkest of nights and times.

DARK NIGHT

Oh! Dark Night!
Shaded moon shadows cast.
Oh! Dark Night!
How long shall you last?
Oh! Dark Night!
In your shadow what lies hidden?
Behind the door is the forbidden.
Oh! Dark Night!
You will not hide from the dawning light,
Oh! Dark Night!
Morning comes and you lose your fight.
Oh! Dark Night!
You come to us all.
Oh! Dark Night!
I choose to refuse your call.

© Leah Jacobsen