A New Place For Poetry...

Introducing the new Cafe Press site, POP SCRIPTURE. You will find wearable items of encouragement, as well as thought provoking, life affirming messages.

On the Verge...

A letter to someone about to make a bad decision...

What is going on between you two? You are signing papers? I really hope this isn't true.

If it is, I want you to know something. The world may say this is an easy thing. Just sign the papers, your life will be SOO much better. The kids will be fine. Yeah, this may look easier and better in the long run, but it isn't. What's worse your vision may be clouded by someone else’s attention.

Your parents aren't divorced. You really have not looked at this from the inside. Now you will have to watch your children go through it.

I have to watch my children get confused when I tell them they have a new grandma. I watch my brother call her "Mom" even though she isn't. I'm almost 40 and this is still so screwed up! The best I can do is tolerate the situation, and it still, 20 YEARS after the fact, does not sit well with me.

Your children will experience this type of disconnected family. Your grandchildren will. Your great grandchildren will know that you two could not keep it together, but the secret is you can. You ALWAYS can.

If you haven't signed papers, there is still time. Is your spouse perfect? No, but neither are you. Don't make the biggest mistake of your life. If you have already, I mourn for your children. The loss of family makes a person hurt so deeply they may not even be able to acknowledge it. Look at what it has done to her, to me. Can you see?

We hide it well, but there have been many nights I've cried in my husband’s arms from the rejection and pain I've felt from both of my parents, from the games they played with me as a pawn. "Well, then, why don't you go ask your FATHER for money." "You know how your mother is..." "Stop acting like your father!" "I never loved your mother." All these things said with smite about the other, neither knowing that the part of me that is the other dies. Is the part of me that is my mother unlovable too?

Yeah this stuff is buried well by most, but it's there. Make no mistake, it's there. I see it in her eyes when she joked she didn't have anyone to call on father's day. Will your children be able to joke about the same thing?

Yes, I don't know how hard it is to have a spouse who doesn't tell the truth. He has lied to me once and I was so mad I could've spit fire, and waves of distrust shadowed our relationship for months afterward. So no, I don't know what you are going through. But what you are going through is nothing compared to what your kids will experience. Don't make the biggest mistake of their lives.

I love those kids dearly, that is why I had to do this. I had to let you know what you are doing to them. The stinging pain may go away with time, but the dull ache will last a lifetime.

If you don't believe me, look at your extended family. Look at their lives after their parents’ divorce. Yeah, one was able to hold it together, but guess who he's got? Christ. That's the only reason we are able to hold things together. You may not believe it, but the proof is right in front of you. Go ask your relative what he really thinks of divorce. He's watched two of three of his children fail in relationships, and watched his grand children suffer for the same.

I hope you've read and carefully considered what I've said. I know you guys could hold things together if you started going to church and maybe to some counseling. Marriage is hard, no matter what, but just like AA, having a higher power to turn to when things become unbearable is the key to success.

We love you guys, all of you.

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My prayer for all of those on the verge...

Stop, look, listen

Listen to what the Lord says

Delight in the bride of your youth!

Don't fall for the serpent's scemes

He manages all flesh, plays with it's desires

To bring catastrophy

Ruin

Desolation

Dispare

I see it in the eyes of those that suffer for his lies

I see it in the eyes of their children, and in me

Dear adopted sons and daughters

Don't exchange God's fruit for the devil's thorns

One nourishes, while the other scratches

Tearing away flesh,

And voice

And Life

Your Love

I am broken, Lord heal my soul
Make me live for, You alone
No other person, place or thing
Can heal me like Your love

I am empty, Lord come fill me up

Can Your Spirit overflow my cup
No other person, place or thing
Can fill me like Your love

Days and nights can get so long
That’s when I hear Your voice so strong
When dark clouds loom and the storms they rage
I know You’re just turning another page

I am restless, come direct my way
Are You listening, When I pray
No other person, place or thing
Can move me like Your love

Lord I’m listening, expectantly
Come and whisper, Your will to me
No other person, place or thing
Can hold me like Your love

Even though I know Your name
I walk with You, no guilt or shame
But when I fall like a fading flower
You lift me up each needing hour

Peace You give me, but not like those
It passes all of what is known
No other person place or thing
Can fill me, move me, heal me hold me
No other person place or thing
Can love me like Your love

Copyright 2011 Christine Emmick, All rights reserved.

Poem for Leslie...

Photo and Text Copyright 2011 Christine Emmick

Opportunity to Serve

Forgiveness is more precious than gold
To be wrapped in Grace is the finest adornment
The most comforting warmth from the elements of rage

Truth is only received from friends
Their loving hearts spill forth and give gentle drops
To a thirsty soul, dry and parched with the drought of sin

Patience loves through silent action
Giving an endless supply of life received from Him
The giver growing richer with each opportunity to serve

Joy is the gift of the obedient
Witness to His radiant acts, Grateful to be a part
Of the body, the chosen, the bride, the church

Feeling Negative?

Pay attention to the blessings
Really know who you are in Christ
Always thank God for everything
You can do all things through Him

Marriage is…

Sweet embrace
Touch…
Hold…
Love…
Children…
Shhh…
Baby’s awake
We have to wait
But passion grows
When patience flows
And oh how sweet
The next time
We enjoy
The gift

Copyright 2011 Christine Emmick
All rights reserved

The Gift

“My lover is mine, and I am his.”
So say the Creator of our souls
“Do not arouse or awaken love, until it so desires.”
So say the Maker of our Hearts

Dear adopted daughters of Jerusalem
Do not toss away the gift
Those that hear my voice
Do not take lightly love

Those that discard the gift
Those that unwrap desire before it’s time
Are left broken, bitter, lonely, lost
With generations to bear the load

He knows how we are made
He knows true pleasure
Don’t be fooled by the imp’s schemes
Only God’s love can fill you

Take the man He has given you
Delight in only him
For faithfulness is a balm in battle
An unbroken tie is bliss in old age

Copyright 2011 Christine Emmick
All rights reserved