God’s Disabled Pen

My pen… it’s disabled.
It has ink.
It is in a capable hand,
and is in the hand of a writer…
a good writer, a gifted writer, God’s writer,
and yet it cannot write.
This writer has words, profound words,
to express,
a flood of thoughts that are drowning me out,
but I seem to have a gate or wall
blocking the flow of my pen.
Does it matter to anyone that I can’t?
Does anyone really want to read it?
Does anyone really need to read it?
Does it really need to be written?
My soul is crying, “Yes, please, I can’t breathe!”
I need to get these things out,
yet no one but me and God knows what they are.
Does God care if I get them out or not?
I think He does or else He would not speak them to me.
God, help me to do with these words and thoughts
as You want me to do,
that I might serve You
and give You all the glory.
Praise You for the word.

4-11-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

God Holds My Family

I have family that I love so much.
God gave me the greatest of all.
I cherish every moment we share.
You never know when death will call.
As our hearts break and eyes cry,
we find only one comfort can assure.
God holds our family in His arms.
They’ll always be loved and secure.
They wait for the rest of us
and look over us while they wait.
When God has Gabriel blow that trumpet,
I’m running to the gate.
What a blessing to know I’ll see them
and exciting to know God will hold us all.
God, thank you, for holding my family.
I look forward to the day you call.

7-10-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)