Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Just For Today . . . School Starts . . . 8/29/07

 
Dear Holy Friends,
 
There are certain days in my life when I know my heart will struggle. The first day of school each year is one of them. I have never really understood when I hear mothers saying they can't wait until the kids go back to school. I cry when mine go, then I walk around my house looking at all the chores I should do and can't bring myself to start.
 
InHisGrip, Chandra
 
School Starts
 
I could do the dishes or scrub the floors
    tackle anything on the list of chores
I could change the linens, hang clothes on the line
    organize the attic, make it look fine
So much I could do if I wanted to
    with the house empty chores are easy to do
But the empty mocks this mother
    they've gone to school one after another
And I walk around and feel the empty
    where they play is all I see
Guess I'll do the chores while I am alone
    and greet them with joy when they come home
They grow so fast but it's never more true
    than seeing them off that first day of school.
 
~Chandra Lynn Smith, 8/30/04~
 
 This week, if you get the chance,  please keep the mothers,fathers, children, schools, and teachers in your prayers. And watch for those little ones walking and the wheels on the bus going round and round.
 
Love, Chandra




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Friday, August 24, 2007

Just For Today . . . they grow up . . . 8/24/07

Dear Holy Friends,
 
Tomorrow we take Garrett back to college. Tomorrow Adam turns 10 years old. Tomorrow Eric has his first soccer game as a Junior, he is the starting goalie.This weekend Brandon and his girlfriend Amie will be here. This weekend is one of those big ones for our family. Anyone who believes that life gets easier when the children grow up, does not have grown up children yet!
 
In His Grip, Chandra
 
 
They grow up
they move away
as hard as it is
they really can't stay . . .
The car is loaded
with all of his stuff
his second year out
is still rough . . .
For the heart of a mother
sees the little boy
skinned knees, muddy hugs
memories of joy . . .
Leave him at college
in God's hands
tears of joy sadness
a parent's heart understands . . .
 
~Chandra Lynn Smith~
 
May this weekend bring blessings to you all. Some may be bittersweet, some may be complete joy, and some may come from facing a struggle with faith. But however they come, may you end each day knowing the Lord walked it with you. Amen.
 
Love, CHandra




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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Just For Today . . . When Life Stopped . . . 8/15/07

Dear Holy Friends,
 
This day two of my friends are mourning. Pat lost her husband, his long battle with cancer ended yesterday and he met His Savior face to face. Trisha lost her father yesterday while the whole family was vacationing together. I can only begin to imagine what each of my friends face today. For at some point yesterday for each of them living just kind of stopped.
 
In HisGrip, Chandra
 
When Life Stopped
 
How can life go on
does no one understand
a moment ago it stopped
and won't be the same again.
The phone call, the test results
a loved one saying 'bye'
the illness, the hurt or pain
leaves you asking why.
All around you they go on
as if it's a normal day
how can they not see
normal life faded away?
Those times break us down
there's only one way through
He knows your pain, He is the Way
His grace is reaching to you.
 
~Chandra Lynn Smith, 8/15/07~
 
Lord, today be with all who read this and are struggling. Please bless Trisha and Pat with an extra amount of your abundant love today and in the days to come. And take every heart that is hurting and reach in to that place where Your grace heals. Thank you Jesus, Amen.
 
Love, Chandra




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Monday, August 13, 2007

Just For Today . . . More Than Words . . . 8/13/07

Dear Holy Friends,

 

I had a wonderful inspiring week at the Greater Philadelphia Christian Writer's Conference last week. The classes I took with Angela Hunt, Nancy Rue and Patricia Hickman were amazing. I learned and studied and thoroughly enjoyed having homework each night! (Weird huh?) I met some old friends and made some new ones and always God spoke to my heart about my writing and my joy. I fear last week when I whined about not being published it may have given the wrong idea to some, my husband included. I write because I love to write and because God gives me the words and stories He wants me to write. Whether I am ever published or not, I will always be an author. The dream of being published is a dream which will come true in His plans and timing alone. I understand and honor that. And in the meantime, I write.

 

I submitted the following poem before the conference into the not-yet-published poetry category. I could not share it with everyone here until after the conference. The theme for the conference was 1 Thessalonians 1:5 and the poetry had to be about the theme.

 

In His Grip, Chandra

 

 

More Than Words

                                                                 

                                                                Got the paper

                                                                Pen in hand

                                                                Words in head

                                                                Can't understand

                                                                Why I stare

                                                                At the blank page

                                                                It's mocking me

                                                                Hate this stage

               

                                                                Words sound hollow

                                                                Meaning is lost 

                                                                Just can't get    

                                                                The point across

                                                                Wad up paper

                                                                Throw away

                                                                Try again

                                                                Another day

 

                                                                Spirit's warmth

                                                                Inside my heart

                                                                Reminds me Christ

                                                                Is where to start

                                                                Words are words

                                                                Empty and shallow

                                                                Until His power enters

                                                                Making them hallowed.

                                                                         ~August 1,2007~

 

How did it do? I won! When Marlene called my name, I couldn't believe it, I was totally dumbfounded and almost didn't stand up! What a wonderful way for the Spirit to acknowledge all that I learned this week about writing and myself.

 

Whatever you feel He is calling you to do, just do it. Even if in the end it turns out to only be between you and Him. What better person to do it for?

 

Love, Chandra

 





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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Just For Today . . .Why Bother . . . 8/7/07

Dear Holy Friends,
 
Yesterday I got a large manilla envelope in my mail . . . the one envelope I was hoping I had wasted postage on. It was my manuscript being returned by the editor. They do not want my book. Rejection is tough. I had my pity party last night and today I know God is waiting for me to pick myself up and look to Him for what He wants done next with His stories. I leave tomorrow for the Philly writer's conference. I will be taking an advanced fiction writing clinic and also a characterization course. Rejection is tough. Following God's call, no matter what it is, is tough. And some days we want to say why bother.
 
In His rip, Chandra
 
Why Bother
 
I wonder if Jesus got discouraged
as he worked for His father,
I wonder if He ever looked up
and simply said, 'why bother?'
 
When they approached Him with the law
he gave a gentle rebuke
I wonder if His heart cried out
wanting to shout the truth.
 
I wonder when they turned away
if he ever wanted to quit
Did he ever want to tell God,
'that's it Dad, I quit?'
 
I wonder how He could do it
knowing how it would end
Did he ever want to give up
saying 'find someone else to send?'
 
Because today I feel discouraged
as I write for my Father
I find myself looking heavenward
and wanting to say 'why bother?'
 
    And the Father says, "My child
    I know how you feel    
    I've been there myself
    the pain is quite real.
    But this is the only way
    to bring them all to me
    step out in faith child
    and my power you will see.
 
    Then you can rest in me . . .you can rest in me . . .
~Chandra Lynn Smith, edited 8.7.07~
 
I will not say why bother. And for each of you facing a roadblock this day may He also comfort your heart. Remember God is still God and He does know the plans He has for you. And he who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it. Today I will pick me up and watch for His plan. Amen.
 
Love, Chandra




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