Past, Present, and Future Sinner

A sinner trapped in a sinful world.
A saved sinner struggling to resist.
My fellow Christians insist it’s easy.
Yet the temptations seem to persist.
Years have passed since my rebirth,
And every day I fight to obey.
My Lord and Savior was crucified once,
And my renewed sin is how I repay.
My Christian friends would say, Don’t write that!”
“Don’t encourage Satan to continue!”
But I write exactly what is fact.
When Christ himself knows it to be true.
I stumble, I fall, I fail my Savior daily.
Though I dream of perfection, I defect.
My Savior has given me mercy and salvation.
My actions could convince that I reject.
A word or two formed upon this paper.
Only the Holy Spirit can create a masterpiece.
When Christ forgives you of your sins,
Let past, present, and future be your peace.

12-9-2003 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Keeping My Loved Ones

Keeping my loved ones,
You care for me through others.
You keep them safe
Till we can see one another.
You keep them happy,
Making sure they’re loved.
I long for when we all
Worship you in heaven above.
Take care if them
As I know You faithfully will.
Let my soul and heart
Be spirit filled.

11-29-2003 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

I Trusted in Him

He teaches us to love one another,
To be kind to each other,
To live in peace.
He teaches us to hate evil,
To rebuke it,
Of prayer that does not cease.
He teaches us strength,
To believe in Him,
To hold on to Him tight.
He teaches us weakness,
To disbelieve in doubt,
To do what is right.
I stood by my Savior’s side,
I fought to hold His hand,
To never let it go.
I rested in His mighty arms.
I trusted in His lead.
I learned what I did not know.

11-25-2003 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

My Soul Aches

My soul aches.
It cries for forgiveness.
It cries for compassion,
Understanding.
Yet how can anyone see my pain?
I hide it with a smile.
I joke to mask the evidence.
And my conduct speaks
Completely inaccurate
Of my testimony.
How can anyone know
The betrayal I regret?
How can anyone see my wish
To restore to You the honor?
What can anyone really do about it?
Including myself?
The only one who can see,
Who can know,
Who cares,
And can do anything about it
Is You, Oh Lord.
I pray for Your restoring power.

11-14-2003 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

My Dream Come True

I had this dream once.
I dreamt that I was special, that things were going to change.
I dreamt that this special man would come along,
Find me to be special and wait!
I dreamt that this man was after God’s own heart,
And that he would help me to be a woman after God’s own heart.
That he would want me to be a woman after God’s own heart.
That he would be a man I could count on to lead me,
As I believe in Your word that a man us to lead.
I love Your design of men and women.
I longed to be led by this man, despite the fact I feared to trust a man.
And then I ruined it.
The dream turned into a nightmare and then the dream was gone.

I gave away that right to be special to find I wasn’t special at all,
At least not to the man I trusted.
He did not respect my wish to be faithful to God,
To honor my Savior in testimony.
He did not respect the walk I was struggling to continue.
Instead of helping me to be a woman after God’s own heart,
He helped me to be a woman who betrayed God’s own heart.
While I know I could have stopped it,
He stole my trust in thinking he was safe to trust.
And while I became defenseless on God’s behalf,
I made it clear from the beginning where my heart was,
What my intentions were,
And how weak I could be given the wrong circumstances.
Instead of being my strength, he was my weakness.
Instead of making my dreams come true, he took my belief in the dream.

Please give me back the dream.
I don’t want to give up the dream.
I want to believe that someone REALLY thinks I’m special and worth the wait.
I want to know a man who really IS a man after Your own heart.
A man who not only respects me, but oh Lord, respects YOU!
I want a man that I can trust to lead me, to support me,
To want me to BE a woman after Your own heart.
It seems like such an impossible dream,
But Your word tells me that with You nothing is impossible.
If it is what You want FROM me, I know it is what You will give TO me.
Because You DO think I am special.
After all, You made me and love purity!
Be my dream. Make my dream anew. Be my dream come true.

11-14-2003 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Thank You, Jesus, for being my dream come true all these years!
YOU make me special!

Word of God

The word of God.
It tells me so much.
How Jesus loves me.
How He loves you.
How He died for us all.
It shares His own words with me.
“Let not your heart be troubled,
Ye believe in God, believe also in me.”
How comforting the word is.
“My peace I leave unto you.”
How loving and kind.
“Loving one another.”
How moving.
“Jesus wept.”
I cannot stop reading the pages.
They speak of a Father’s love and sacrifice.
“For God so loved the world
That He gave His only begotten Son.”
My God loves me
All over these pages.
Thank You, God, for Your Word.
Thank You, Jesus, for obeying it.
Thank You for sharing it with me.

11-13-2003 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Write For Him

“Write to me. Write to your God.”
I hear You speak to me clearly.
“Write to Him. Write to your God.”
My heart speaks to my pen so dearly.
A letter, a poem, a song for the soul.
Create, praise, and teach.
Rewrite, reread, reproof,
Build, thank, and reach.
Whatever the message You send,
My pen and heart long to obey.
And when I know I’ll be the first to read,
I am eager to hear what You say.
Ink, paper, and God’s inspiration.
Tools that minister for Him.
Computer, email, and God’s intervention.
Ways to help share about Him.
Rhythm, rhyme, meter
Are not what makes the Word.
It is who wrote it and why,
As well as to be read and heard.

8-10-2003 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Our Church Trip

Our church trip was so fun!
The fellowship was such a gift.
The voices, laughter, and smiles
Gave me such a needed lift.
The cookies, the brownies, the joke,
The chance to share and grow,
The opportunity to spend some time
And learn of others what I did not know.
The drive, the bus, the bumpy ride itself,
Was something we’ll never forget.
And to share in growing with God
Was certainly the greatest blessing yet.
The sermon, the songs, the meals,
And browsing through the bookstore.
To share this all with our busy Pastor & wife
Was a blessing all the more.
Returning from out trip and day so long,
We are glad to make it end.
Thank You, Lord, for blessing my son and I.
We would gladly go again.

8-10-2003 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: our first Sword of the Lord Conference trip
With our church Temple Baptist

Holy Intimacy!

Okay God, You convinced me.
I’ve been asking You to show me,
To help me see it Your way
When it comes to having sex outside of marriage.
I had temptations and asked if we were both single,
And neither serious or heartless,
Or we were just seeking comfort,
Why was it so wrong, other than being against Your law.

First off, it is against YOU and that is reason enough.
Secondly, I’m tired of having to leave,
Of having to worry about him leaving me.
I am so tired of giving myself so intimately to be treated so “formally.”
For the first time in my life I see how depressing for two people
To be so afraid of each other the more intimate they become.
How sad to never be able to come “home” to the one you love,
Instead of having to “get home” after sharing such closeness.

Intimacy should be shared only between two people who are committed…
Committed to be there when the day is over, when the night falls,
When dreams invade, when it’s time to rest,
When the sun brings a new day,
And when the new day offers a new set of trials.
Intimacy is to be a secret between two people
Sharing a life that only they can know.
Not exposed like a centerfold for the highest bidder,
Or to be stolen by the biggest player.
It is something to keep behind closed doors,
Behind drawn blinds,
Underneath the sheets,
And respected with privacy.
Not to be ashamed,
But to be discrete, honorable, appropriate, Holy!

Holy intimacy… that doesn’t sound like it goes together,
But it’s Your secret.
You try to tell us how to respect ourselves,
How to respect one another,
How to respect our God.
How when we disrespect each other, we disrespect You.
Yet we throw Your gift away,
Bringing heartache upon ourselves,
And blame it all upon You.
“Why do You always do this to me?”
“Why do You let this happen?”
How unfair of us.
You are the One who has tried to protect us from ourselves,
From each other,
From the world all along.

Holy intimacy is such a gift. I want it.
I want to make love with my husband AFTER he has kept his promise
And vowed before God and all,
This is forever and we intend to keep God first ALWAYS.
Not after he has made promises he can never keep.
I want to have the peace of mind to know it’s okay to stay,
Instead of worrying about the example or testimony it makes.
I want to know I’m with the one I have been committed to
Before the eyes of God and all our loved ones.
To know it honors God instead of betraying God.

I want a man who respects me enough to wait for the commitment,
Who respects marriage as God does,
Who respects our loved ones enough to give them that testimony,
And more importantly who respects God enough to want to do it right.
A man who doesn’t respect God can’t respect me.
And a man who doesn’t respect me, doesn’t respect God.
How can I love a man who doesn’t respect God?
I don’t want to!

Holy intimacy, what a gift from God to man.
What a pleasure to enjoy,
A treasure to cherish,
A sacred thing to honor.
I want it, God.
I want what You want for me.
Holy intimacy.

11-14-2003 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Brokenhearted for My Friends

Jesus, my Friend, I come to You.
Brokenhearted over friends, family, and coworkers
Lost without You.
Living outside of Your love.
I can’t make them be saved.
I can’t make them fall in love with You.
I can’t make them repent.
I can’t even make them admit they sin.
That is completely between You and them.
I just so wish they would find
Their own special relationship with You.
I want them to know the Love I’ve known.
The Friend I have known.
And the peace You give to me.
I pray for them all, Jesus.
I pray for Your sake, for Your glory.
In Your name, I pray. Amen

6-30-2003 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Within the Ink

Within the ink lies a message
That God wants me to speak.
It might be a message to encourage the strong,
Or a message to strengthen the weak.
It might be a message that says He cares,
Or that He is displeased with deeds.
It might be a message that says He’s listening
To all who call while on their knees.
It might be a message for someone specific,
Or intended just for me.
But whatever the message is He’s sending,
My pen will let it be.
For my hand obeys the Master who made it,
And serves within every word.
I pray that Your ears and mind obey also,
And serve in having heard.

6-23-2003 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

God’s Writer

God’s Writer… that’s what I am, God… Your writer.
You allow me this beautiful privilege
Of taking words and comforting others,
With words that can only come from Your Spirit
Whispering so softly in my ear.
You allow me the honor of being the first
To witness the powerful message
You have given my pen to witness for You.
I am amazed and overwhelmed by what
My ink has revealed from my soul.
Only You could place such wonder in my hand.
You teach me and bless me
Just as those You reach out to through me.
Thank You for being such a generous God.
Thank You for sharing with me
The ability to share You with others,
In my pen, in my mouth, in my life.
Thank You for making me Your writer… God’s Writer.

6-23-2003 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: I use to go by God’s Writer when social media first came about.
But as that became popular for others to use, I began to feel so unworthy
To even call myself that. Eventually gaillovesgod became my username
because it was what He helped me to see was my testimony…
To still love Him… no matter what… that in itself is a miracle and a
Privilege for any of us… to be able to love someone and that someone
Love us. God is that someone! And always will be! ❤

Your Sweet Whisper

You whisper and I hear.
I sigh at the sound of Your voice.
Your words touch my heart.
My eyes fill with tears.
My cheeks feel their moisture.
My hands shake within Yours.
All because You, my Savior,
Have whispered to me,
“I love you.”
You have whispered to me every day.
My soul had been transformed.
My heart melted.
My fear erased.
You, oh Savior, have moved me.
You touch me like no one else.
You love me like no one can.
And I realize it all in Your simple whisper,
Your sweet whisper.

6-21-2003 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire