Beyond the Ugly Distractions (aka The Devo Poem)

Thank You for listening past the ugliness.
Thank You for hearing “me” inside.
Thank You for hearing how hard I am really screaming,
for hearing the cry that has to release sometimes
to survive the silence that protects me.
Thank You for Your selfless act of mercy
in Your patience, longsuffering, forgiveness, tolerance,
and most of all Your continued presence…
Your faithful presence,
Your unmatchable love for me.
Why do You love me so? At all?
I know You gave Your Son for me (I love Jesus).
I know I am Your creation.
I know I am made in Your image.
But why do You not destroy me as You did Sodom and Gomorrah?
Why did You not cast me out like You did Adam and Eve from the garden?
Why am I not a pillar of salt like Lot’s wife as much as I STILL look back?
Why am I not nameless as much as I shame Your name?
Why am I allowed to be called Holy when You had to drag me out of the gutter,
the One who is most victimized by my self loathing?
The name that is most glorious saved that which is most vile.
You are pure and righteous, God,
and yet You still knelt to pick me up off the ground,
off of the very dirt from which You made me,
and that I have wallered in.
How did You even recognize me under all that filth?
How could You possibly see any beauty?
Why did You even allow Your pure and innocent hands to touch mine?
Why did You bother to reach out to me?
Because that is everything about who You are.
I may never fully understand the depths of Your love,
and I may never grasp the smallest part of Your wisdom,
but I will always be grateful for the breath You have breathed into my life.
I will always be in debt to You from all that You have saved me from,
and continue to save me from.
I will continue to fall in love with You more and more every day
for being willing to look through the muck and see me!
And rescue me!
Thank You that You see me despite the filth,
that You hear me despite the ugly,
and love me despite the human in me.
Thank You for Your saving grace,
for transforming me by the renewing of my mind,
for making me a new creature.
Behold You make all things and people new,
including me.
I am a new thing! ❤
I have been cleansed, redeemed, and made Holy,
adopted… into an omnipresent family.
I am led by Your omniscience,
and protected by Your omnipotence.
I am definitely a new creature.
Only You could take vile and evil,
and mold the imperfect clay into Your Holy image.
Only You could make me righteous.
Only You could see me as a child to grow in Your nourishing word.
Only You could tame the untamable.
Only You complete the work You begin in me.
Only You.
And that is what it’s all about… You and You only.
What You do in me is Your doing.
Your testimony.
I love You all the more.

7-16-17 Devotional Poem
written by Gail Brookshire

A Leg in the Journey

LORD, this journey never seems to end.
Nothing ever seems to stop.
There is no break,
no pause,
no catching one’s breath.
Yet there is so much glory
for so many blessings
that seem hidden
in the fog.
Thank You for being on this journey
with me.
No one ever compares to You.
You’re the only one
who never leaves.
You’re the only one
who can’t,
or won’t.
I’ll take the reminder
of You
for my strength.

7-29-15 written by Gail Brookshire

Clinging To God’s Word

Clinging so tight to God’s word,
I cling to His heart.
I hold onto His promises
that He will never depart.
His word does not fail us
like we fail Him.
When He makes promises,
He keeps them.
Endurance, mercy, patience
He knows so well.
In His presence
I long to dwell.
Jesus said He prepared
a place just for me.
I believe so strong.
I’m eager to see!

10-26-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Listen for God’s Messages

God sends messengers to relay His message.
May be a prophecy or to quote His passage.
But in those words are what He is saying.
He doesn’t want editing or someone playing.
He especially hates when someone flat out lies,
saying it’s from God just to add to their disguise.
This misleads the people and angers God.
When they say, “He said” and He did not.
To cause people to rebel or go stray
will bring judgment eventually their way.
So it’s important to guard our hearts
and keep our relationships strong with God.
That way we will be able to hear
“Walk not with them” or “Do not fear”.
Stay in His word and remain just.
God is mighty and able to trust.

10-28-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

He’s Still There

God is still there.
He’s still in my heart.
I thought we were separated,
but we were never apart.
He wouldn’t walk away
or say, “I give up.”
Instead, He embraced me
and gave me His love.
Why did I feel that He
had closed His eyes to me,
when all He ever wanted
was to help me to see
that I am His child
and always in His hands?
When I’m feeling so lost,
He always understands.
Why do I fall for it,
the trick of the evil lie
that God will throw us away
if we don’t even try?
For this is the time
that He promised to forgive.
He’s not going to take away
the love He wants to live.

3-25-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Empty Pleas

Oh thoughts where are you?
When you are the one who calls?
Why do you escape me so?
Why do you build these walls?
You persist and pursue.
You plead for just a minute.
But if I take the time to reflect,
There is nothing in it.
Why do you speak out?
Why do you shout at me?
Why do you deceive my eyes
If you do not want me to see?
Exhausted, I retreat
And wait for a clearer day.
I cannot understand
What I cannot hear you say.

8-4-17 Friday
written by Gail Brookshire

Persuasive Reflections

Walking along the water’s edge
I see the reflecting light playfully dance.
I pause to catch a glimpse of a memory
that leads me into a trance.
The warmth of the sun comforts me
just as fear tries to invade.
So many memories are there to reflect on.
So many were made.
A splash of life engages me
and my attention is on the flying wings.
They flutter in playful flight.
When they pause, the owner sings.
Suddenly my mind wonders again
to a memory of song.
I try to remember the connection,
but it has been too long.
Saddened by the loss, I retreat
and embark on a safe place,
one I have created with bits and pieces,
along with a safe face.
Entertaining for only so long,
I return to my present scene.
How beautifully kind nature is
to persuasively ask to be seen.

8-4-17 Friday
written by Gail Brookshire