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the pondering heart . . .shadow of the cross . . .12/26/11

2011-12-26T10:50:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

One of the most powerful Christmas pictures I have seen is the one with the shadow of a cross over the manger. It inspired this poem.

In His Grip, Chandra

The Shadow of The Cross

The infant in the manger

tiny and brand new,

how could it be

He could save me and you?

No crowns and royal clothing

for this King of kings,

rags and a smelly barnyard

for the Lord of everything.

Lying in the golden hay

innocence of a baby boy,

heavenly royalty

wrapped in newborn joy.

God, in the babe in the hay

let the miracle not be lost,

look closely in this Holy light

and see the shadow of the cross.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

the pondering heart . . . fingers and toes . . . 12/25/11

2011-12-25T08:05:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

We came back from midnight services last night and took our Baby Jesus that stays out of the mange all of December, placed Him in the manger and sang Happy Birthday to Him. I love the beauty of Christmas Eve and the peacefulness of the morning before the others are up. ( and now that they are not young . . . they don't wake early at all. yay!) So, this morning I can ponder what it was like when Mary held her baby.

In His Grip, Chandra

Fingers and Toes

Ten fingers, ten toes,

dark hair, crinkled nose,

tiny feet, soft skin,

dark eyes, little chin,

sleeping peacefully, crying loud,

beautiful baby, parents proud.

Baby's breathing, pounding heart,

perfect child, joy starts,

baby noises, bright eyes,

tiny movements, contented sighs,

sleep interrupted, time compressed,

life enriched, family blessed.

Every parent feels this way,

long ago and still today,

Holy night in a manger stall,

God on earth in a babe small,

I bet his mother kissed His nose

and counted fingers and tiny toes.

~Chandra Lynn Smith!

the pondering heart . . . not here, not now . . . 12/24/11

2011-12-24T13:15:00.000-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

My house is loud, my sons are home and I am smiling . . even as I try to get away from their chasing me in their crazy voices! I think of Mary and Joseph and what this day was for them. I wonder how tough it was when Mary realized the time had come. Perhaps she prayed 'not here, not now.'

In His Grip, Chandra

Not Here, Not Now

Not here, not now,

I just want to be home.

It's not time, it cannot be,

it's Joseph and me alone.

Why a stable, not even a room,

really there is nowhere to stay?

I thought we'd get home in time,

then the pains started today.

Not here, not now,

God, is something wrong,

Mama should be here, or someone at least

why are we so alone?

Can Joseph do this, does he know how?

I wish your plan I could see.

For at this moment in time

I am beginning to doubt me.

Not here, not now,

does Joseph know what to do?

The star in the sky above us

A sign sent to us from You?

My faith is big but, trust feels small.

I need to feel Your presence

in this manger stall.

. . . Not here, not now

~Chandra Lynn Smith, updated 12/24/11~

the pondering heart . . . head full of thoughts. . .12/22/11

2011-12-22T10:41:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy friends,

How often are we like that? Our head so full of thoughts we cannot organize them into one coherent one. Especially these last few days when the list of what is yet to do can overwhelm. Maybe today we could all benefit from a little being like Mary and treasure these things in our heart and ponder them!

In His Grip, Chandra

In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. . . .So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to be married to him and was expecting a child.

Luke 2:1,4-5

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 feeling 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

trust and let worries go.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

the pondering heart . . .what he gave up for me . . .12/20/11

2011-12-20T10:02:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I am looking at the cloudy sky and wishing a little of the white stuff was in the forecast. Yep, me, the proclaimed lover of summer, is ready for some snow! But, hey if it is going to be cold, it might as well be pretty! Anyway, this morning there have been many things heavy on my heart and I got to thinking about all that Jesus gave up for me. Reminded me of this poem from last year.

In his Grip, Chandra

What He Gave Up For Me

He traded a throne for a manger

Angel songs for a donkey bay

Royal position for poverty

Glory for a bed of hay.

He gave up adoration for submission

Worship for a carpenter's life

Heaven for a fallen earth

Peace for pain and strife.

That night in Bethlehem

A hay filled manger bed

Royalty became one of us

Condemnation became salvation instead.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

{I certainly have nothing to complain about!}

the ponderign heart .. . Son of God . . . 12/19/11

2011-12-18T18:48:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

At church today I heard a phrase that touched me. " Son of God became man so that man could become sons of God."I said to Lisa sitting beside me, 'there's a poem in that.' She chuckled. But, guess what, I found the poem.

In his Grip, Chandra

Son of God

a virgin girl

still unmarried,

a carpenter man

probably harried,

a long journey

a donkey small,

no room in the inn

birth in a manger stall,

star shining bright

shepherds arrive,

angels sing praises

the Messiah's alive,

amazing plan

to a world undone,

God's Son became man

so man became God's sons.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/19/11~

the pondering heart . . . on a cold, lonely night . . . 12/15/11

2011-12-15T08:20:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I grew up thinking it was wrong to question God. I mean, he was the one in charge, the creator of all things, so who was I to question Him? The answer to that is I am His daughter and I have every right to question Him. I just need to understand His answer may not always make sense to me or be what I want to hear.

In His Grip, Chandra

On A Cold Lonely Night

Have you asked Him why it hurts so bad,

why so many things make you feel sad?

Have you looked to the sky in desperation,

felt prayer answers brought more frustration?

Long ago on a lonely night, stuck in a manger stall,

don't you bet Mary wanted to question it all?

Maybe Joseph stepped away and glared at the sky,

and when Mary's pain increased he asked God why?

The answer from heaven was a brightly shining star,

angels' songs, shepherds and wise men from afar.

God never told them why it went that way,

but promised His grace and mercy was there to stay.

Years later in frustration we look to the sky

shake our fists and ask God tell us why.

Wasn't it supposed to be easy, this following Him?

Why did it seem easier while still steeped in sin?

He isn't angry when you ask why its this way.

he'll just remind you his grace never strays.

His plan may be unusual, but it's always right,

just like long ago, in a barn, on a cold lonely night.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/15/11~

the pondering heart . . . ready? . . . 12/12/11

2011-12-12T22:01:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

Are you ready? Am I? The question can be taken more than one way and that determines the answer. But when it comes to Christmas, somehow I think even the people involved that blessed night were not necessarily ready. Have you ever thought about that? So, if you are feeling very unready for Christmas to be here in thirteen days, you are in good company!

In his Grip, Chandra

Ready?

I think of the teenager

talking to the angel

and wonder if she knew

it would mean a manger?

I look at Joseph

respect could be lost

did he ever think

it would lead to the cross?

I see the innkeeper

who turned them away

when did he realize

his Savior was born that day?

I wonder if the shepherds

in the fields that night

saw the star and understood

it pointed to One true light?

I look in my heart

search inside my soul

am I ready for Jesus' birth

the One who makes me whole?

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

the pondering heart . . . the wonder . . . 12/8/11

2011-12-08T09:52:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

Christmas is such a wonder. And while many tell me that Easter is the more holy holiday, there is something magic about Christmas. And without it, there would be no Easter. I also do not get drawn into the arguments over the fact that December 25 is also a pagan day. And, as in our country white is the color of purity, while in India it is the color of mourning; neither is wrong or right.

I believe celebrating our Savior's birth is way more important than when. So, maybe we can all go back and focus on the wonder.

In his Grip, Chandra

The Wonder

Fresh hay has a fragrant smell

but manure can overpower.

I wonder what was in the air

at Jesus' birthing hour?

Animals give off body heat

but they also snort and groan.

I wonder was it warm and quiet

as pains made Mary moan?

Childbirth is a miracle of life

but it brings blood and pain.

I wonder how Mary found comfort

as birth caused her body to strain?

Christmas is a wonder

Love came down to earth.

But may I never take lightly

the humble way of my Savior's birth.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

the pondering heart . . . what happened next? . . . 12/7/11

2011-12-07T18:33:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

This time of year as I wonder at the miracle of it all, I feel like a four year old with a wealth of questions! So, today we look at more.

In His Grip, Chandra

what happened next

What happened next

after they knew?

Were you two alone,

or did they stand by you?

On the long journey

were you all alone?

Or were others there

as you left your home?

When nights got quiet

did you feel God's presence there?

Or was it a lonely time

made you wonder of His care?

What did you speak about

those hours on the road?

Did you understand

together you carried the load?

When did the star appear,

did you rejoice in its light?

Was its very brilliance

a way to make you feel right?

One day in heaven I hope

to have a few moments with you.

I need to offer my thanks,

your family brought my salvation too.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/7/11~

the pondering heart . . . look to the heart . . . 12/6/11

2011-12-06T15:26:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

On the long days, when everything draws your heart away from Christmas. Trials, sorrows, hassles all manage to break the spirit. Maybe it is time to just stop and reflect.

In his Grip, Chandra

Look in the Heart

Is the hustle getting to you

are things decorated,

does shopping make you blue

do you feel frustrated?

Is the line long, mail too slow

prices high, check small?

Is it hard to let angst go,

are you tired of it all?

Then look to the manger

and a young teenaged girl,

riding the donkey, the dangers,

the changes to her world.

Think of the lonely night

when the baby was born,

the new star shining bright

the visitors that morn.

When the days crash in

and materialism attacks,

then we should begin

to see what we lack.

Christmas begins in the heart

and spreads love to all,

the joy only starts

in a manger stall.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/6/11~

the pondering heart . . .joseph musing . . .12/5/11

2011-12-05T13:24:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I sat here this morning, thinking of Joseph and tried to write some, I didn;'t like the way it was going. So, I shall get back to that later. Today I will post one of my poems about Joseph that I wrote a few years ago.

In His Grip, Chandra

Joseph Musing

Believe her? Dare I trust?

something tells me I must.

Angel visit? Yeah right.

Yet I know what I saw last night.

Marry her anyway? Father this child?

This is crazy, it's too wild.

Says she's pure and it's God's Son?

Her baby is prophesied one?

How do we tell others? What will they say?

Life was simpler yesterday.

Is she worried? Is she afraid?

I must be true to promises I have made.

Is this an honor? or maybe a task?

So many questions I want to ask.

God are you there? Will you stay?

I need You to show me the way.

Go to her. Hold her tight.

Trust God will make everything all right.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

the pondering heart . . . if I could ask her more . . .12/2/11

2011-12-02T05:44:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

This morning, I had some more questions for Mary!

In His Grip, Chandra

if I could ask her more

How did you tell Joseph,

what did you say?

Were you confident

he'd let you stay?

In his eyes

as you told the news,

did you see belief

or doubt of the truth?

Did you find comfort

in his embrace?

or was there judgment

in the set of his face?

Did you ever ask God

to pick another instead?

On your long journey

what words were said?

When the time came

and there was no room,

how did you face it

without filling with gloom?

Did the star in the sky

fill your heart with joy?

Did you realized God's presence

in your newborn little boy?

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/2/11~

The Pondering Heart . . . if I could ask her . . . 12/1/11

2011-12-01T09:40:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

This time of year we could easily lose our focus on the meaning of the season. Today I want to ponder a few things in my heart the way Jesus' mother did. I was thinking about things I would ask her if I could. Here is the short list.

In his Grip, Chandra

If I could Ask her

If I could ask her

what would I say?

Would I ask about

the weather on that day?

Or maybe what she felt

when the angel called her name?

Did she understand her life

would never be the same?

Was the pregnancy easy

since she carried God's Son?

Were her pains reduced

for the Holy One?

What was it like

nursing the baby boy?

Did rocking Him bring

amazing mother's joy?

And as He grew

did you see the signs?

Did you ever question

the wisdom of God's design?

This time of year I ponder

you, the mother of my Lord.

I wish I could thank you

for giving birth to the Word.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/1/11~

The Pondering Heart . . .the days between . . .11/29/11

2011-11-29T11:16:00.000-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

My Christmas mugs and dishes are out. Other things will slowly find their places in the next two weeks. I love going to pick Adam up from wrestling each evening and seeing which houses have added their lights to the displays. Christmas is my magic as many of you know. That Jesus chose to leave royalty for me is overwhelming. And that is the heart of it. Whether he was born in December or July, is not nearly as important as the fact he was born. And that is what I celebrate, why I love the magic! So, here's to another year of The Pondering Heart poems.

In his Grip, chandra

the days between

thanksgiving ends

family goes back

leftovers are consumed

routines on track,

decorations go up

each day a few more

turkey replaced

with tinsel galore,

hustle and bustle

grumpy people seen

we can lose the magic

in the days in between,

advent means waiting

for the Savior to come

don't forget that part

when getting shopping done,

the carols, the lights, the candles

point to Christmas joy

we must never lose sight

the holiday is about the Boy . . .

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 11/29/11~

Just For Today . . . soul moments .. 11/21/11

2011-11-21T08:50:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

The clouds and rain today are so very typical of Thanksgiving week in this part of PA. So, typical that if it is a sunny week it feels out of place. But you know what, this dreary weather makes the whole cooking of things cozy! I wrote this poem on a sunny morning, obviously. But just wanted to send it today. Maybe today you will find your 'soul moments.'

In His Grip, Chandra

SOUL MOMENTS

In the field I see diamonds

sparkling like sunlight

really they are spider webs

covered with dew overnight.

In the woods is gold

brilliant in its hue

really it is maple leaves

indicating fall is almost through.

In my yard I hear music

sweet songs touching my heart

really it is winter birds

heralding the season's start.

In my house there is beauty

and a soft enveloping peace

even in the chaos of family

their love makes trials cease.

In this life there are moments

God reaches into your soul

He desires to show you

His love is in control.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Just For Today . . . calm the storm or us . . . 11/18/11

2011-11-18T09:45:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

This week has been a struggle. And something tells me I am not the only one who has struggled this week. Storms come to us in all sizes and forms. They blow us around and beat us up and tear into our hearts. At the end of a week like this my husband and I look at each other and say "It was a long month this week." Has your week been a long month? I need to remember when the storms are here he is with me. I need to run to Him before I vent. So, today's poem is about storms.

In His Grip, Chandra

Calming Storms Or Us

Is there a storm brewing in your life

that you asked Him to take away?

Are you filled with worry and stress

not sure what you should say?

Sometimes He chooses to calm the storm

and make the rough times cease.

Other times calming us in the midst of it

is how our faith will increase.

He is there beside you right now

will help you see it through.

He asks you give all of it to Him

don't rely so much on you.

When you open your heart and release

the storm into His hands.

He'll either calm it or he'll calm you

as you trust in His plans.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, edited 11/18/11~

JustFor Today . . . the last straw . . . 11/17/11

2011-11-17T09:35:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

Last night I slipped and fell in the mud. Landed on my pavers on my knees, right knee taking main impact, right achilles tendon stretched, left hamstring pulled, mud all over me. And I wanted to just stay in the mud and cry for a while. You know how it goes, it wasn't really about the mud, it was just that the mud was the last straw to an emotional day. So, this poem today is about 'last straws.'

In His Grip, Chandra

the last straw

when the last straw happens

what do you do

because it's not the straw

upsetting you,

you sit there in the mud

wipe a tear away

it's okay to ask what happened

to your day,

but in the middle of the mud

know you're not alone

God is in there with you

you're not on your own,

when the moment is over

He'll still be there

walking with you through the pain

forever in His care.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 11/17/11~

Just For Today .. .visiblew grace . . .11/16/11

2011-11-16T07:40:00.001-05:00

dear Holy Friends,

It seems like a few more of my poems about his Grace are appropriate for right now. I know in the middle of difficult times, it is almost impossible to see the grace's abundance. But, we must try, because it is always there.

In His Grip, Chandra

Visible Grace

Without rain and sunshine

plants can't grow.

Animals care for their young

but must also let them go.

The sun rises and then sets

every single day.

In nature, both good and bad

God shows us the way.

You'll have sun and rain in life

days of joy and times of woe.

He never promised freedom from trials

just that His love will not let us go.

His hand weaves the beauty

all around His grace we see.

And nowhere is it more visible

than the moment it sets us free.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Just For today . . .Invasion of grace . . .11/15/11

2011-11-15T07:27:00.001-05:00

dear Holy friends,

My Pastor has a saying that has resonated with me from the first time I heard him say it. It is easy to have a day where the praise or the joy is elusive. And we just don't feel like even trying to find it. Pastor Scott says, "sometimes we have to act ourselves into a feeling." So, this week before Thanksgiving, I shall focus on poems about grace and praise. Some of you will recognize some of them. I hope to submit a few new ones too. Happy Tuesday.

In His Grip, Chandra

Invasion of Grace

On a church pew

in the morning dew

on a bench in the park

alone in the dark

at home or workplace

an invasion of grace.

The man with tattoos

stories on the news

the songs of the birds

reading the Word

a tear on the face

an invasion of grace.

He is always there

He will always care

no matter what you do

He is there too

creating a space

for the invasion of grace

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Just For Today . . . thank you . . . 11/11/11

2011-11-11T07:40:00.000-05:00

dear Holy Friends,

I know I haven't been as faithful with my poetry this year as usual. I apologize. I hope to do better in the days to come. Here is my poem in honor of Veteran's Day.

In His Grip, Chandra Lynn Smith

I can sit here and write

because they gave their lives.

I can complain and whine

because they gave their time.

I can walk free and strong

because their lives weren't long.

I can sleep tonight

because they won the fight.

I can say thank you

as we all should do.

Their service is for me

the reason I live free.

Chandra Lynn Smith, 11/10/11

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2011-10-16T12:19:00.001-05:00

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Just For Today . . . on mourning . . .9/20/11

2011-09-20T09:10:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

This year will definitely be one of the toughest years of my life. It seems struggles and mourning come back to back like our recent rains have. My heart is flooded. Writing through tough times is necessary, but I usually try to share more the good things. This morning I wrote about mourning and felt God wanted me to pass it on. So, this poem is for all who mourn.

In His Grip, Chandra

On Mourning

the sun still rises

then it sets,

it's like nature

somehow forgets,

life continues on

how can it be,

nothing normal

not that I see,

everywhere I look

nothing has changed,

except in my heart

nothing's the same,

walking through the house

memories,

trying hard to sleep

memories,

then the sun rises

and it sets,

God in my darkness

never forgets,

moments of comfort

in this grief,

Only He can offer

such relief.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 9/20/11~

Just For Today: First Day, 8/29/11

2011-08-29T10:01:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I know it has been a long time since I've posted any poetry. Kind of makes sense to start posting again as Adam starts school again! It also makes sense that today's poem be about the fact that my baby is now a high school student!

In His Grip, Chandra

First Day

He joined us on the porch,

looking so tall.

But entering the school

he looked too small.

He got out of the car

with strength walked inside,

My heart stopped, throat thickened

and softly I cried.

I've done this three times before

beginning the end,

But walking around this house

quiet is not a friend.

It's a bittersweet morning

he starts high school today,

There's only four years left

until he grows away.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 8/29/11~

Just For Today . . .sometimes life . . . 6/6/2011

2011-06-06T15:19:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

Since the middle of January I have been facing a long journey. It didn't stop me in my tracks but sure slowed me down. There are so many pieces to pick up while my father was ill, and since his death. I have filled journals, but not written much poetry. I am trying to start that again now too. However, poetry for me is always life-telling. So, what you read in the weeks to come may be more soul wrenching. But somehow, I bet there are some of you out there who need this kind of word too.

In His Grip, Chandra

sometimes life sucks it out of you,

the energy to work, write, sing,

you find there is no motivation

to do anything

in those moments you wonder

if God is even there

why doesn't He help you,

does He really care?

Some will tell you to buck up

you gotta work your way through

and there's no way to respond to them

they don't have a clue

others try to ignore and hope

the struggle will go away

they can't deal with your sorrow

wait for you to have a good day

but even in the hard times

when God feels absent

He sends along at least one friend

who comes and quietly sits

and in the quiet moments

He is there with you

His Spirit touching your heart

saying He will grow you through.

Chandra Lynn Smith, 6/6/2011

Chandra Lynn Smith

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Just For Today . . . In Memory . . .4/1/11

2011-04-01T09:53:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I began the year thinking I was going to be ore faithful in posting my poetry. Then we found out my father had stage four cancer. many parts of 2011 passed in a blur of caring for him and my stepmom with her dementia. The poetry posting just didn't happen. This past Wednesday we had Daddy's memorial. The following is the poem I wrote and we had placed inside the cover of the bulletin. I shall try to post more poetry in the coming days and weeks.

In His Grip, Chandra

The sun rises, rains still come

the seasons change on time

People still go to work and school

and complain about standing in line.

All around us life continues

unaware it's not the same

while we try to find the new normal

like we're in some cruel game.

But he would have us remember

the laughter not the sad

He'd ask us to focus on good times

silly moments and not the bad.

So, we cry the tears and miss the man

and hold fast the memories

And tomorrow's sunrise will bring

remembrances of love and peace.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 3/27/11~

Just For Today . . . Reason To Sing . . . 2/27/11

2011-02-26T09:44:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I haven't posted poems recently. This entire month has been a whirlwind. My father is in stage four cancer and helping him has been the focus. The emotions, feeling, thoughts in my head jumble, and while I am writing lots, it hasn't been poetry. But this morning, I filled my bird feeders and within minutes all my birds were there. I sat and watched them and thanked God for the joy those birds bring me every morning.

Reason To Sing

Sometimes my mind has no word

to describe how I feel inside

how there's so much to face

and wonder if I could hide.

Sometimes there are many words

fighting for the space in my head

each one legitimate

but filling my heart with dread.

Then my Father reminds me

He is bigger than what I face

catches every tear

His love covers me with grace.

The birds at my feeder know

sun, moon, and stars all understand

everything in life

filters through His loving hands.

When trials threaten to choke

try to drag happiness away

Jesus whispers to me

His joy forever stays.

In my heart I am aware

no matter what this day will bring

I can walk it in faith

He'll give me reason to sing.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 2/26/11~

Just For Today . . . Thankls of Rocks and Man

2011-01-27T07:10:00.001-05:00

Dear Holu friends,

I actually have a rock collection. Used to collect them on every family trip. The rocks are labeled and my sons have used them in science projects over the years. I love sparkly rocks! Momma reminded me how I used to go to sleep at night with a special rock under my pillow and she dare not move it or I would be distraught. Maybe it was my little girl reminder to thank God?

In his Grip, Chandra

Thanks of Rocks and Man

What happened today

that took away your smile?

Did you look to God

and shout questions of why?

Or maybe the day

was the best it could be.

Did you look upward

thankful for everything?

The truth is we should

praise God no matter what.

Whether good or bad

thankfulness is the start.

Jesus said praise always

so His glory shines through.

And if you fail to

rocks will do it for you.

So, today trust in Him

in the midst of each thing.

Offer a thankful heart

and He'll give reason to sing.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 1/26/11~

Just Fpor Today . . . On Rocks #3

2011-01-26T06:45:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

Sometimes the rocks in our lives are inside us. Those are the toughest ones to deal with. And, they can only be softened by our Savior.

In His Grip, Chandra

on rocks #3=

Stone Hearts Softened

he left me alone

found another

still can't get over

losing mother

daddy lost his job

we have no home

illness, chronic pain

feel so alone

the hurts in your life

harden the heart

one by one, struggles

make joy depart

Jesus feels your pain

hurts held inside

He bottles each tear

whenever you cry

what you face this day

isn't bigger than Him

nothing can happen

His grace isn't in

even when there's so much

your heart feels like stone

His love reaches in and

makes your heart His own.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 1/26/11~

Just For Today . . . On Rocks #1

2011-01-24T10:20:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I was doing some reading this weekend and ended up searching out references to rocks. The thing is there are both good and bad things I find. This week we're going to have a look at them. Sin ensnares us, sometimes it sneaks up and catches us unaware, other times we walk willingly into it. But, always there is grace and mercy when we run from it. And, when we judge someone else for their sin, we would do well to see Jesus as He wrote in the dirt.

In his Grip, Chandra

On Rocks #1

standing in the circle

clenching it in their hands

ready to wing it hard

knowing where it should land . . .

crouching, afraid, alone

she braces for the onslaught

unsure where exactly he went

she just knows she was caught . . .

Jesus drew in the sand slowly

and spoke words for us all

the one without sin go first

that's how she will fall . . .

look at the rocks we hold

remember sins of our own

see her worried eyes, ponder

at the grace Jesus shows . . .

drop our rocks on the ground

and reach in love to her

find the meaning of forgiveness

mercy makes sin just a blur . . .

wherever you are today

throwing rocks or in the sin

Jesus offers the only way

His perfect love casts out sin . . .

so run to Him arms outstretched

dropping rocks to the ground

mercy at the foot of the cross

grace in Him always found . . .

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 1/24/11~

just for today . . . snow . . . 1/12/11

2011-01-12T07:59:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

While I am not a fan of winter, I would have to be stupid to miss the beauty God created overnight with ice. It is the most beautiful sight out my windows. I think my birds are quite pleased I filled the feeders yesterday too!

In his grip, Chandra

Snow

new fallen snow

lovely new day

overnight changing

beauty from grey

feel the silence

smell purity

hear the freshness

stillness you see

a mixing of senses

tasting the new

God still creating

blessings for you

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 1/12/11~

Just For Today . . . on new year's

2011-01-02T07:56:00.000-05:00

dear Holy Friends,

New year's is one of those holidays that is either all or nothing, I think. Some see it as the perfect opportunity to start with a clean slate. Others see it as another reason to wonder why bother. Of course, then there are those who just see it as a reason to get drunk. I use it for reflection and hope the things I did well last year I can repeat, and the things I messed up I won't. Happy New Year.

In His Grip, Chandra

on new year's

The year dawns with hope and joy and plans

it will be better than the last one

everyone is bound to say.

The revelry, the cheers and the fun

something about new year is hopeful

the chance for a better way.

We move forward into the next year

leaving old cares and worries behind

all we want is a new start.

But life isn't like the calendar

trials not bound by dates and years

life is gonna hold some dark.

The tough times we face and struggle through

do not have to ruin and destroy

place them in the Master's hands.

As artists or tapestries all know

black paint highlights, outlines, and defines

dark will bring the beauty through.

I could wish you only happiness

a year without sadness or pain

but would that be best for you?

Our Father knows what is best for us

if we entrust our lives to his care

His love will carry us through.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 1/1/11~

Pondering Heart . . . the Shadow of the Cross

2010-12-31T12:18:00.000-05:00

Dear Holy friends,

As 2010 comes to a close, may we once more ponder together. I believe this is my favorite Christmas picture because in one photo it tells all. May we carry the magic of Christmas through the coming winter right into the sacrifice and salvation of Easter.

In His Grip, Chandra

The Shadow of The Cross

The infant in the manger

tiny and brand new,

how could it be

He would save me and you?

No crowns and royal clothing

for this King of kings,

rags and a smelly barnyard

for the Lord of everything.

Lying in the golden hay

the innocence of a baby boy,

heavenly royalty

wrapped in newborn joy.

God, in the babe in the hay

let the miracle not be lost,

look closely in this Holy light

and see the shadow of the cross.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Heart . . . I Wonder

2010-12-29T11:01:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

All around us people are already getting ready for the 'next thing.' Only four days after Christmas and so many have already taken their decorations down. I'm one of those who hangs on until January 6th so the wise men will arrive to a house still festive! But it isn't so much the decorations coming down that bothers me as it is the push for what is next and the loss of the magic. May we NEVER lose the magic that points us toward the cross.

In His Grip, Chandra

I Wonder

Fresh hay has a fragrant smell

but manure can overpower.

I wonder which was in the air

at Jesus' birthing hour?

Animals give off body heat

but they also snort and groan.

I wonder was it warm and quiet

as pains made Mary moan?

Childbirth is a miracle of life

but it brings blood and pain.

I wonder how Mary found comfort

as birth caused her body to strain?

Christmas is a wonder

Love came down to earth.

May I never take lightly

the way of my Savior's birth.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Heart . . . Born

2010-12-27T07:36:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

Some of you are buried in snow right now. We had 6-10 inches predicted and got a flurry or two. But the wind is harsh and cold out there. And my Savior began His life not in a house with a warm, cozy fireplace, but in a stable, a bed of hay, animals accompanying his mother's lullabies. Wow.

In His Grip, Chandra

Born

One night in a barn

lonely manger, star bright

baby's birth, mother's heart

true worship, holy night

Scent of hay, night air

animals eating, cows mooing

stable sounds, night not quiet

in the noise baby cooing

Heaven opened, angels appeared

royalty in a bed of hay

wisemen visit, songs of joy

salvation come to earth that day

Father's love in a baby boy

creator living among His own

manger in the shadow of a cross

born our sin to atone.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Hearts . . . Fingers and Toes

2010-12-25T07:23:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I have been sitting in my Granny's old victorian love seat beside the Christmas tree since before daybreak. The tree, the candles, the fire in the fireplace, the coffee, and my dog at my feet . . .aahh! Merry Christmas everyone.

In His Grip, Chandra

Fingers and Toes

Ten fingers, ten toes,

dark hair, crinkled nose,

tiny feet, soft skin,

dark eyes, tiny chin,

sleeping peacefully, crying loud,

beautiful baby, parents proud.

Baby's breathing, pounding heart,

perfect child, joy starts,

baby noises, bright eyes,

tiny movements, contented sighs,

sleep interrupted, time compressed,

life enriched, family blessed.

Every parent feels this way,

long ago and still today,

Holy night in a manger stall,

God on earth in a babe small,

I bet his mother kissed His nose

and counted fingers and tiny toes.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Heart . . . Not Here Not Now

2010-12-24T14:45:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

It is Christmas Eve. I look forward to the singing and gospels and candles at church tonight. I look forward to standing outside late tonight while I am walking the dogs and feeling the magic, the peace. It is there every year on Christmas Eve. Somehow, I bet magic is not the word Mary and Joseph would have used to describe their experiences that night.

In His Grip, Chandra

"While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in clothes and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

Luke 2:6-7

Not Here, Not Now

Not here, not now,

not in this place I want to be home.

It's not time, it cannot be,

it's just Joseph and me all alone.

Why a stable, not even a room,

how could there be nowhere to stay?

I thought we'd get home in time,

then the pains started today.

Not here, not now,

not in a barn, I should be at home.

What happened God, is something wrong,

why are we all alone?

Mama should be here, or someone at least

who is going to help me?

Can Joseph do this, does he know how?

God, I wish your plan I could see.

Not here, not now,

not in a strange town, not all alone.

I'm scared Lord, it hurts Lord,

we cannot do this on our own.

The star in the sky is that from You?

Are you saying that You are with us too?

My faith is big but right now my trust is small,

I'm weary I cannot remember what to do.

. . . Not here, not now

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Hearts . . . What Have I Done?

2010-12-24T06:43:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I remember a rattle trap motel in Two Guns, Arizona. My Daddy wanted to get a few more miles in before we stopped for the night. So, we did. And, at Two Guns, there was one motel and a pizza place. I remember how much fun it was to get to eat pizza in our motel room- something my parents never let us do. I also remember Momma not allowing us to take baths that night because of the filth in the bathroom that night- something else we never got to do. This motel was disgusting, and most likely a very dangerous lace for a family of five.

And, then there was Mary, in labor, weary, and the innkeeper had to turn them away. I often wonder how he felt? What did his wife say about him offering a stable to the couple?

In His Grip, Chandra

. . . because there was no room for them in the inn . . .

Luke 2:7

What Have I Done?

What have I done, it feels wrong?

I have a feeling this night will be long.

They looked so weary, especially his wife,

Will I regret this the rest of my life?

She looked like the babe could come this night,

giving them the stable probably wasn't right.

But isn't that better than leaving them in the cold?

Right now I just feel mean and old.

Then on top of it all they thanked me,

for providing a place so measly.

Something tells me this is an important night,

as important as that new star shining bright.

I will go check and be sure all is well,

one day this may be a story that I tell.

I'll tell about the full town and the two who stood out,

whose presence changed me of that there is no doubt.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Heart . . . Road Trip

2010-12-23T11:53:00.000-05:00

Dear Holy friends,

I remember traveling by car when I was nine months pregnant. Ugh! And Mary did it by donkey. Wow. How they must have wondered what in the world God was doing. And, at some point in life I believe each of us do. We could learn from Mary and Joseph.

In His Grip, Chandra

Road Trip

The journey was long

the donkey ride rough

as they moved along

I'm sure it was tough.

She must have felt

every bump in the road

the baby she carried

was a heavy load.

I bet Joseph worried

if she would make it through

and if something went wrong

what he would do.

When the pains began

was there fear and joy

confusion when a manger

was the birthplace of the Boy?

Isn't that how God does it?

does things His own way.

As Mary and Joseph traveled

their obedience showed us the way.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Heart . . . Joseph Ponders

2010-12-22T15:52:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy friends,

Today I heard all of the lovely contemporary songs about Joseph. I love the line, ' how can a man be father to the son of God?' Maybe it's because I have four sons, but I often ponder Joseph and the amazing man he had to be. I hope to sit with him in heaven one day and have a talk. You know? So, this poem is my concept of Joseph's point of view.

In his Grip, Chandra

Joseph Ponders

I watch her grow and change each day,

She gets more lovely if there is a way.

This woman puts me to shame,

her faith great, mine looks lame.

How can she be strong yet mild,

a woman outside but inside a child?

Father, I know you foretold this would be.

just never expected it would happen to me.

Now, as I see Mary, I worry for her safety,

some women die when they have a baby.

It wouldn't fit your plan for her to die,

but I still worry, don't know why.

What does she feel when the babe moves inside?

Will I be a Father in whom he can confide?

How will it feel to hold Him to my heart?

Will you show me Lord, please give me a start?

Am I doing right are You glad You chose me?

Help me be the man you wish me to be.

The sun rises, our journey begins,

I must protect Mary from the harsh winds.

She takes each challenge with joy in her heart,

I am thankful in this plan I have a part.

When she smiles and says "Joseph the Lord is here."

I am ready to go on boldly and without fear.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Heart . . .head Full of Thoughts

2010-12-22T10:39:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy friends,

I just said goodbye to my Momma. Her journey is flying to spend Christmas in Orlando with my older sister. Mary's journey was so very difficult for us to begin to comprehend. The next few days I may actually post more than one poem a day as we prepare for the joy of Saturday. This one is about a journey.

In his Grip, Chandra

Luke 2:1,4-5

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 feeling 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

trust means letting worries go.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering Heart . . . What He Gave Up For Me

2010-12-21T15:37:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

For some Christmas will be a wonderful time. For others not so much. For some their tree will be overflowing with gifts. For others not so much. For some this holiday is the magic time of year. For others not so much. Today my prayer is that we all find a moment to remember what Jesus gave up for us. I think in the remembering, we find our 'not so muches' aren't that much, after all.

In His Grip, Chandra

What He Gave Up For Me

He traded a throne for a manger

Angel songs for a donkey bay

Royal position for poverty

Glory for a bed of hay

Adoration for submission

Worship for a carpenter's life

Heaven for a fallen earth

Peace for pain and strife.

That night in Bethlehem

A hay filled manger bed

Royalty became one of us

Condemnation became salvation instead.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Pondering heart . . . What Makes the Worth

2010-12-12T08:12:00.000-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I watched a bird in the wind the other day. I have no clue if it was struggling or playing. But it faced the wind, flapping wigs wildly, going nowhere. It remained in midair flying in place.That reminded me of King Solomon's 'chasing the wind.' All of life for us is like that bird flapping and going no we here without our Savior. And, that's what this season of Advent is all about.

In His Grip, Chandra

WHAT MAKES THE WORTH

Chase the wind

that's what it's been

futility

empty within.

I've prayed and tried

to do my best

now I'm weary

in need of rest.

Daunted by doubt

frozen by fear

wondering what

I'm doing here.

It will happen

to everyone

no wonder God

sent us His Son.
Life has no value

nothing of worth

till we celebrate

our Savior's birth.

Don't chase the wind

whirling around

see the manger's shadow

is a cross on the ground.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/7/09~

Pondering Heart . . . Facing The Future

2010-12-11T07:23:00.000-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I am enjoying the fire and the light coating of snow on the ground this morning and I just listened to the MeryMe song, Joseph's Lullaby. What a lovely song. This poem comes from that place.

In His Grip,

Chandra

Facing the Future

They sat at the edge of town

neither ready to go home,

each selfishly wanting

to keep this moment for their own.

After wrestling their own thoughts

a few angel visits passed,

Mary and Joseph stood

facing their families at last.

Each step took them closer

there was no way to turn back,

I look at them and know

their kind of faith I lack.

I sit here awaiting Christmas

celebrating His arrival on earth,

but fear maybe I often miss

the miracle behind His birth.

I look at Mary and Joseph

following God's unbelievable plan,

and realize I would do well

to imitate this woman and this man.

Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/11/10

A Book Review

2010-12-11T06:16:00.001-05:00

A Year With God by R.P. NettelhorstI was given to me for the sole purpose to read and review. In a time when devotionals are a dime a dozen, from all denominations, church groups, backgrounds, I was doubtful there would be something much new about this one. I was wrong. R.P. Nettelhorst has a clear understanding and insight into God's Word. This books is broken into topics, so you can pick it up any time of the year and focus on devotions appropriate to whatever you are dealing with at that moment. It can also be read from start to finish from the beginning of the year too the end. The readings are long enough to touch a heart but short enough to fit right into your day! It's a great devotional.

Chandra Lynn Smith
"we owe our readers fresh words to describe the rain" ~By Cunning and Craft, pg 28~

Pondering Heart . . . Then and Now . . .12/6/10

2010-12-06T08:03:00.000-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

The other day I was thinking about how weird our nation has become about things, how we are raising a generation of frightened children instead of teaching them bold faith and strength of character. It seems to me the world we live in now has as much or more need of a Savior than the world our Savior was born into.

In his Grip, Chandra

Then and Now

sinful people

turned from God

hope nowhere found,

heavenly Father

sends His Son

real love came down.

unemployment

disbelief

sorrow and need,

long ago like now

dark and pain

grow like weeds.

newborn baby

tiny child

Savior to all,

a broken world

finds salvation

in a stable stall.

~Chandra Lynn Smith, 12/4/10~

Pondering Hearts . . . December 3,2010

2010-12-03T08:48:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I apologize for starting my Pondering heart series two days late. I have been trying to write some new poems to go with the old ones for this season. So, in the days to come, I will do my best to post every day, even weekends, with the series of Christmas poetry. Today's is an old one to get us started.

Note: All poetry is written by me and should not be reproduced.

In his Grip, Chandra Lynn Smith

A Heart That Ponders

Within my mind are words and phrases

my heart holds things deep.

Memories, and joys, and problems

often I lose sleep.

My head is full of questions

many thoughts to ponder.

Mary pondered things in her heart

and that fills me with wonder.

I think of people we read about

in the life of our Lord.

I wish to chat with each of them

and write down every word.

As we start this season of love

and prepare for the Savior's birth,

I shall ponder His birth to resurrection

how in me God sees such worth.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

(C)ChaLynnPublishing2006

Just For Today . . . Rhythms . . 11/18/10

2010-11-18T09:46:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

This is one of those times of year when nature appears fickle. One day is cold and frosty and the next is sunny and warm, then the cold rains fall. It is like nature has it's syncopation mixed up. But God created the rhythms and has all of them in control. We would do well to keep that in mind.

In his Grip, Chandra Lynn Smith

RHYTHMS

The sun rises

at the end of every night

and in that rhythm

everything is right.

Ocean waves beat the shore

tides come in and go out

nothing stops the pattern

on that never doubt.

Seasons change in their time

that is always true

security is found in nature

emulates God's for you.

Winds blow, rains come

you know it will be

nature's patterns continue

despite what happens to you and me.

There is comfort in that

when the world falls apart

know the keeper of the rhythms

is also the keeper of your heart.

Chandra Lynn Smith

Just For Today . . . darkness . . . 10/27/10

2010-10-27T09:29:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

I have a friend named Julie whose mother just passed away. Her father died two years ago. Two weekends ago we caught up in the grocery store and I just held her some while she cried. There are others I know who suffer loss, sadness, depression. This poem is for anyone who finds the darkness calling to them. Even in the dark times, Jesus is there with you. Always remember that.

In His Grip, Chandra

Darkness comes in many forms

as sleep that provides rest

but sometimes it swallows whole

squeezing air out of your chest

and as you lie there gagging

you decide it is for the best . . .

Darkness can weigh you down

push you into a deep hole

hold you so tightly

you have no control

of thoughts or actions or

any part of your soul . . .

And when the darkness gets this big

it becomes all you can see

you cannot find a safe place

where you can be free

the darkness is all there is

and becomes all you can be . . .

They will tell you to get over it

it is all going to pass

you choke and strangle

and know it is going to last

and no one else could ever know

the feeling you cannot get past . . .

I know this darkness you are in

because I have lived in it too

I know the things you feel

what they make you want to do

I know it seems no end in sight

and no way for any rescue . . .

Friend, I sit here on the edge

of the darkness looking at your face

I know you are feeling

you cannot escape this place

so I will jump in with you

and wipe the tears off of your face . . .

No matter what you face this day, I bet you have a friend ready to jump in and face it with you. And I know you have Jesus to carry you. God bless your hearts.

Chandra Lynn Smith

Just For Today . . . Chambers of the Soul . . .10/26/10

2010-10-26T19:23:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy friends,

Once again I find myself apologizing for not sending the poems out as often. I have so many poems dancing around in my head. I need to catch them and write them down and sahre. I shall endeavor to do better at sending my poems out. I will mix old ones and new. So, in the days to come you will see familiar ones as well as new.

In His Grip. Chandra

Chambers of The Soul

Every heart has chambers

regulating blood flow,

within the human heart

are chambers of the soul.

Some chambers are closed tight

wounds and hurts reside there.

Some are filled with love and joy

we guard them with care.

There are chambers buried deep

holding things fears and regret.

Others are empty and open

awaiting what has not happened yet.

Cherish and protect the chambers

each is a part of the whole.

There is a poem within every life

written in the chambers of the soul.

Book Review: Ozark Weddings, by: Anita Higman and Janice Thompson

2010-10-26T08:18:00.001-05:00

If you enjoy a quick romance, endearing characters, a setting that pretty much becomes a character, and stories that connect to each other, then Ozark Weddings will fit the bill. I am also always impressed when two authors can work together and, by aligning their talents, create such wonderful stories.

All three books in the Ozark Weddings collection are charming. You will love the characters and cheer for their loves. You will get mad at their miscommunications, or wrong perceptions, and you will keep reading page after page to be sure everything works out in the end. Does it? I am not a spoiler, you have to read for yourself. These books are fun to read and I am sure lovers of romance will love alll three books.

a book review of The Master's Wall,by Sandi Rog

2010-10-26T07:24:00.001-05:00

It always amazes me when a debut novel is captivating, endearing, and reads like this author has been around for a long time. Sandi Rog's debut novel, The Master's Wall, is such a novel. This may be her first, but I'm sure she will be around for a long time.

The Master's Wall is the story of David,a young Hebrew, who is taken into captivity and enslaved to serve in a large villa outside of Rome.

While freedom and escape beckon him, another tie holds him there. Alethea, the master's granddaughter is ruled by his tyranny and in danger when she defies the marriage being forced upon her.

The slave boy and the master's graddaughter grow up together and into love. But will betrayal and mixed loyaties ruin both of their futures? Can David's God work into Alethea's heart and push all of her gods away?

This is a great book. I highly recommend it. Be prepared to be surprised. Oh, you might want some tissues handy, also!

a Christmas Book Review

2010-10-23T12:47:00.001-05:00

The Nativity Collection

by: Robert J. Morgan

I was delighted by the stories in this book. Robert J. Morgan has written six short stories that make Christmas much more meaningful. This is one of those rare books you will get out every Christmas, sit on your coffee table and enjoy reading through the season. Sit down in front of the tree and wrap yourself up in family. read it out loud to everyone. Oh yes, be sure to have the tissues closeby.

It would make a great gift, but be sure to keep one for yourself also!

Just For today . . . The Short List . . .9/30/10

2010-09-30T07:28:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

The sound of pouring rain is welcome after months without rain. However, we appear to be getting an entire summer's worth of rain in one day today! There will be flooding and tornado watches, and winds and things. Please keep the east coast in your prayers. The Bible tells us that the Lord inhabits the praises of his people. So, let us think of our lists of praises on this rainy day . . .

In His Grip, Chandra Lynn Smith

The Short List

sunrise, sunset

rain, wind, and snow . . .

clouds, storms

thunder, and rainbows . . .

flowers, trees

grass and weeds . . .

corn, tomatoes

things grown from seeds . . .

hummingbirds, songbirds

tadpoles and frogs . . .

soaring hawks

horses, cats and dogs . . .

friends, family

house full of love . . .

blessings abundant

thanking God above . . .

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

Just For Today . . . Weird People . . .9/28/10

2010-09-28T18:31:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

As I packed my things to head home from the American Christian Fiction Writer's conference I didn't want the conference to end. I didn't want to say goodbye to all the friends I probably won't see again for a year- if I get to go next year. And my brain overflowed with information. Tim Downs had opened the event with a speech encouraging us all to enjoy being around other 'weird' people like us. Imagine, over 600 fiction writers in one place!

There is something to be said for hanging out with other 'weird' people like yourself! And aren't we Christians a bit weird too?

In His Grip, Chandra

Weird People

There's something different

something others can see

they may not understand

weird people like you and me.

We have the same struggles

some days hurt very deep

but there's an inner peace

even when life makes us weep

We get hurt, depressed, sad

have to trudge through tough days

but always there's a Savior

guiding all of our ways

And in the moments of joy

we look to heavens above

and thank our heavenly Father

for His mercy and love

No matter what life brings to us

within our hearts we are free

the Savior walks with us always

weird people like you and me.

~Chandra Lynn Smith. 9/28/10~

Just For Today . . . Heaven Touched Earth . . . 9/23/10

2010-09-23T11:43:00.001-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

Yesterday we had some wild thunderstorms move through here. For a while Adam and I watched the lightning with wonder. Then it got very close. The wind blew so strong it almost knocked me over. So we went inside. Later, after the storm ended there were trees down all over everywhere. Today on the other hand is hot, clear, and beautiful. It's summer's way of teasing me that fall arrived yesterday! But this poem just seems to fit . . .

In his grip, Chandra Lynn Smith

HEAVEN TOUCHED EARTH

There are days now and then

when bits of heaven touch earth,

when you know without a doubt

all created thing have worth.

On a day like this

the sun shines more brilliant light,

the sky is a richer shade of blue,

clouds are radiant white.

The birds and the crickets sound joyous

calling you to join the song,

the gentle breeze makes you wish

this would last all week long.

When God blesses you with this day

enjoy its simple bliss,

turn your face heavenward

receive God's holy kiss.

~ (c)Chandra Lynn Smith~

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2010-08-31T08:21:00.001-05:00

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just for today . . .visible grace . . .6/4/10

2010-06-04T08:52:00.000-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,

Most of you know that I see God more in nature than anything else. I think in my lifetime I have written more poems about nature than anything else. But how can someone look to creation and not see the Creator? It baffles me. Because His graceful hand shows us the meaning of Grace in all he created.

In his Graceful Grip, Chandra

Visible Grace

Without sunshine and rain

plants cannot grow.

Animals care for their young

but also let them go.

The sun rises and also sets

both every day.

In all of nature, good and bad

God shows us the way.

Life hold both sun and rain

days of joy, times of woe.

There's no freedom from trials

but His love never lets us go.

His hand weaves the beauty of nature

everywhere His grace we see.

It's most visible when invisible

inside a heart He just set free.

~Chandra Lynn Smith~

JustFor Today . . .Phrases

2010-05-10T13:19:00.002-05:00

Dear Holy Friends,
Today's poem is the one I wrote for Mama in her Mother's Day card yesterday. We had a wonderful day sitting on the porch, watching the birds, talking, reading, and being catered to by my guys!

In His Grip, Chandra

Phrases

Phrases we hear . . .

She did it first
It wasn't me
It's not my fault
Mommy Pleeeease
She's just lying
I told you so
It's not fair
You'll just say no
I can't sleep
I'm thirsty
I'm afraid
Mommy hold me . . .

Times changes the phrases a bit . . .

I'm grown up now
I'm on my own
Love you mother
But please let go
I've got some news
Gonna be a mom
I'll need your help
Mama can you come
Look at my baby
This tiny little hand
I could never let go
Mama, now I understand . . .
(c) Chandra Lynn Smith, 2010

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2010-05-10T08:20:00.001-05:00

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