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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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~