Realistic Faith

No one is coming. No one can help. No one can take away the pain. No one can cleanse the wound. No one can wipe the tears away. No one can save the day. No one can call in the calvary. No one but the One who hung on Calvary. Only You.
Only You can rescue. Only You can save. Only You can wipe away all tears. Only You can erase pain… forever. Only You can set free the captive. Only You can cleanse the wound. Only You can heal… even the scars. Only You can defeat our enemies. Only You can defeat self.
There is no waiting for a place to belong with You. You have prepared a place for each of us just to be with You. There is no worn out welcome. No one is unwelcomed. All are wanted and loved with You. No one is ever a burden. No requisite is required. No pre-approval needed. No one else has the authority to set any standard that would cause one to be rejected. You have the final say. Only You.
Love. Life. Peace. Comfort. Acceptance. Family. Provision. Healing. Cleansing. It all comes from You. From Your Father. Our Father.
Open arms. Open doors. Open heart. Open grave. Open home. Open invitation. Open You.
No one. Only You. No waiting. No sorrow. Only tomorrow. Open space. Open You. Abba Father. Holy Ghost. Home.

6.29.2022 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Realistic Faith

Willing

Upon my porch of misery
I lie and wait for death.
My cries for help escape me
With every wasted breath.
Those who hear my pain
Evade, avoid, and ignore.
I am too much trouble,
And they want my reward.
Upon the porch is a pool.
Angels are stirring the waters.
The first one to step in,
It will heal that son or daughter.
God sees them walk all over me.
He sees them pass me by.
He sees that I have given up,
And no longer even try.
Compassion brings Him to my side.
He asks if I want help.
I express my desire for healing,
But cannot carry myself.
He speaks His life into me,
And strengthens my soul.
Because He was willing,
I was made whole.

1.22.2022 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: John 5, the infirmed man of 38 years

My Atoning Scapegoat

My Atoning Scapegoat
Has shed His blood for me.
He has cleansed me from sin,
And set me free.
Free to run the wilderness
Never inhabited before.
It is my own place
Prepared by my Lord.
I didn’t deserve this gift.
I deserved what He went through.
No one forced Him.
He wanted to.
It required His purity.
It required His life.
It required His blood,
His suffering and strife.
Yet to Him it was love,
And saving His own.
He did not want me to roam
My wilderness alone.
Slain in obedience
On the Last Atoning Day.
The cross opened the grave,
And prepared the way.
My Scapegoat has risen,
And raised me with Him.
I will live forever
With Him in His kingdom.

1.18.2022 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Leviticus 16-17, My Atoning Scapegoat Jesus ❤️

My Angel in the Pool

My Angel in the pool,
Troubling the waters just for me.
No need to lay and wait.
No one can take my healing.
The blood is for everyone.
The fountain freely flows.
No need to hide your pain.
He already knows.
The cleansing that covers
The bathing soul in love
Is a good and perfect gift
From the Father above.
No need for seasons,
Or traveling to an earthly place.
The healing that Jesus brings
Is Mercy and Grace.
Just believe in Who He is,
And ask Him to forgive.
He waits to restore you,
And let you live.

1.22.2022 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: John 5, My Angel in the Pool, There Is A Fountain

My Uplifting Light

Asleep, I walk the earth.
Darkness needing light.
I fumble through the trials
That keep me up at night.
Faint beneath my given load,
I fail to carry through.
The Light of Life lifts me up,
And says “I’ll carry you.”
He shines His Light upon my path,
And tells me He is The Way,
And that His Truth will strengthen me
Because He gave His Life that day.
He laid to rest my burden of self,
And awakened me to stand.
“No matter what I walk you through,
I’ll be holding your hand.”
Oh, Lord, when I can’t see,
Illuminate my sight.
I never want to miss Your whisper
Given for me to write.
The duty of my pen
Has always been Your gift,
But when the ink is heavy,
Only You can lift.
Thank You for Your compassion,
And for sharing Your Father’s word.
I believe and trust
It’s all what You’ve seen and heard.
I believe You Two are One,
And have welcomed me in.
Thank You for being my strength,
And for lifting my weary pen.

1.16.2021 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: John 3-4, My Uplifting Light ❤️✝️Jesus

Obedience and Favor

Obedience and Favor go together.
They are key to Your Presence.
You’re either for us or against us.
You have no pretense.
No, I’m not talking about works,
Although You say faith without works is dead.
Obedience is about listening to You,
Then doing as You said.
Your favor can even help us
Do all You ask.
Even in fear, dread, or ignorance,
You are the strength for our task,
But when we fail to ask
If we even should,
Or wait for Your perfect timing
To do what we could.
It is just as disobedient,
As defiantly say NO.
If You are not ready to move,
We simply shouldn’t go.
Your presence is worth waiting on.
Your favor is above all treasure.
Obedience is more than just obeying.
It’s bringing You pleasure.
Keep me obedient, Lord to You.
I long to stay in Your favor.
There is no other place I’d rather be.
Your presence is to savor.

1.4.2022 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: 1 Samuel 31, Saul