Pondering Heart: Paradox

Dear Holy Friends,   I love the delivery scene in The Nativity Story when Joseph helps deliver the baby and then just breaks down and cries as they see the Baby. It is a side of the whole Christmas story I think we may sometimes skim over. This poem is for Joseph.   in His grip, Chandra     Paradox   I hold a paradox the tiny babe in my arms, In Him prophecies come true how can I keep him from harm? Why am I the chosen father of this heavenly child? I cannot organize my thoughts they circle and run wild. This boy so small and helpless is going to look up to me? I am a poor carpenter hardly fit for royalty. I look at this little baby feel fear and humility. This is a mighty task I face Father, I need you to help me. And as I pray to you my God I hold my son, Your Son. My baby, my child, my Savior, God may Your will be done.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Heart: Not Here, Not Now

Dear Holy Friends,   There was a nice frost on the ground this morning, and the pond had a sheen of ice. Aah . . . that looks like Christmas. We may have flurries tonight and tomorrow. Aah, again. The peace that no one can explain but only happens on Christmas is covering my household. I LOVE Christmas Eve!   in His grip, Chandra     Not Here, Not Now   Not here, not now, I just want to be at home, it's not time, cannot be, just Joseph and me alone. Why a stable,not even a room is there really nowhere to stay? Thought we'd be home in time, but the pains started today. Not here, not now, not a barn instead of my home, did we do wrong Father God, why are we alone? I'm scared Lord, it hurts Lord, can't say I understand you, my faith is big but my trust is small I'm weary, I cannot remember what to do. . . . not here, not now . . .   ~Chandra Lynn Smith ~

Pondering Heart: Head Full of Thoughts

Dear Holy Friends,   We are down to the last few days. I have not finished shopping and that's okay. I enjoy last minute shopping. I try to smile at those who aren't smiling. I started some of my baking Thursday and one of my sons said, "I wondered when you'd start making cookies!" Today my house will smell like cookies and breads. Yum. I don't know how many days Mary and Joseph traveled before arriving and labor beginning. But the next few days poems' will be some of my older ones about the journey and the birth.   in His grip, Chandra     Head Full of Thoughts   sleep eluding baby moving leg cramps at night, body bloating emotions floating dreams filled with fright, world changing life rearranging not ready at all, packing gear time is near that donkey looks so small, faith wavering home savoring soon is time to go, Lord blessing peace caressing following the unknown.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering heart: MOst Kings

Dear Holy Friends,   I don't imagine a single one of us was not deeply affected by the events of Friday. I wrote a bunch over the weekend, but am not ready to share yet. This one I wrote last week as I pondered differences between King Jesus and every other king our world have ever had. As I read over it today I know that our precious King Jesus is the only answer for the pain in this life.   in His grip, Chandra     Most Kings   most kings have servants mine came to serve me most kings rule with fear mine set my heart free most kings imprison mine offers me grace most kings rule from a throne mine chose a bed of hay most kings like control mine gave me free will most kings want action mine says 'peace, be still' most kings answer to no one mine answers God above most kings offer nothing mine offers perfect love.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/10/12~

Pondering Heart: Don't Miss the Night

 

Dear Holy Friends,   I wonder how bogged down people are right about now. I am listening to Faith Hill sing "A Baby Changes Everything" right now and I pray that all who are hearing that song at this moment have paused to think about its meaning. I pray we don't miss the night.   in His grip, Chandra     Don't Miss The Night The night was dark the air was cold, no one could know what the hours hold. A quiet town filled with guests, all they needed a good night's rest. And while they slept their world would change, salvation's plan did rearrange. Two tired people would become three, a stable stall made history. How many missed their Savior's birth, so busy with life they lost its worth? I hope we won't miss the Holy Night, our Savior's birth that makes life right.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 11/27/12~

Pondering Heart: Proclamations

dear Holy Friends,   This morning I played around with similar words and came up with a rather simplistic poem about Christmas.   in His Grip, Chandra     Proclamations   sin's devastation God's frustration man's emotions God's devotion evil generation God's dedication need restoration God's incarnation Mary's gestation mankind's salvation   ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/12/12~

Pondering Heart: A Manger Look . . .12/10/12

Dear Holy Friends,   We all do it . . . wear the happy face when things are way less than that. Whether we can't share or won't or just think our issues aren't important, we tend to hide the real difficult things from others. But, this time of year more than others I think the increased stress makes us cover the rough things even more. But, one look at the manger and the birth of Grace can bring us all to our knees in prayer and praise.   in His grip, Chandra   A Manger Look I'm okay doing well facing things can't you tell? not to worry it's all okay know I can make it through this day . . . facade crumbles weary heart when I give it up my healing starts. see the manger drop to my knees the Savior born meets all my needs.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 11/29/12~

Ponderign Heart: Reset the Heart . . .12/6/12

Dear Holy Friends,

 

It is only December 6th and already I see people stressed out by the season. It's such a shame that so many have lost the meaning of Christmas. I know it is tough sometimes, but I try to do everything I can to remember Jesus. Christmas carols, even the secular ones, point me to why they are playing. Everything points me to the manger and that keeps the joy in my heart.

 

in His grip,

Chandra

 

 

Reset the Heart

shopping

parties

rushing around,

mean crowds

long lines

joy not found,

stressed out

too tired

energy gone,

we've lost

the hope

the Holy One,

reset

your heart

feel no more loss,

Savior

sleeping

in the shadow of a cross.

 

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/6/12~

Pondering Heart: Joy of Heaven . . .12/4/12

Dear Holy Friends,

 

Our scripture for the first Advent candle this week was from Luke when Gabriel appeared to Mary. I have been thinking about that this week as I look for depth of Christmas inside me. This morning I though about Gabriel's mission.

 

in His grip,

Chandra

 

 

Joy of Heaven

 

Think of the excitement

heaven filled with tension,

something about to happen

beyond their comprehension.

Gabriel given a mission

to a virgin named Mary,

no one fully grasped

the message that he carried.

Were the angels surprised

at what God had planned?

did they think humans worthy

to receive the Son of Man?

Gabriel delivered

the message to the girl

one single act that

forever changed the world.

And as I savor the season

the miracle of God's love

I hope my celebration

please those in heaven above.

 

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/4/12~

Ponderign Heart: Heart Beating for Mine . . .12/3/12

Dear Holy Friends,   He came to earth for me, for you. He took on flesh for us. So many people missed it then. So many still do today. I don't want to miss it.   in his Grip, Chandra Lynn Smith     Heart Beating for Mine   what would it be like to hear angels sing, see the star in the sky to witness these things? what if tonight I felt peace on earth, and finally understood the precious baby's birth? or would I be like them and sleep through the night, unaware life was changing missing the amazing sight? may I not wake tomorrow finding reason to whine, but look to the manger where a baby's heart beats for mine.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 11/23/12~