A Gift of Time

No greater gift can someone give
Than the gift of their time…
Their presence…
To talk…
Or just to be there.
What love You give us…
That You want from us!
Of course the greatest gift
Of life on the cross
Is still the greatest gift ever given
By our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Talk about a gift of time…
Presence…
And just being there.

5-23-2017 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

For You, My Best Friend

Just for You, I will try to trust.
Though it’s scary, I see I must.
I cannot reach those I avoid.
I must not remain so paranoid.
Your people are made in Your image.
And I must make sure I remember it.
Many of Your children are lost and unsaved.
Their paths are so dark and unpaved.
I cannot promise anything to You.
But you know my intentions are true.
I lay my soul to rest in sleep,
And know that my future You keep.
No matter who I trust or believe in,
I know that You are my Best Friend.

10-30-2000 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Best Friend Jesus Christ!

Not Giving Up On Your Love

God, who’s going to hold me?
Who’s going to love me anymore?
Who could possibly love me as much as he did?
Who would want to put up with me even half as much as he loved to?
How could I believe another pair of eyes vowing me love forever?
How could I possibly trust my heart to anyone when there is no one who will ever care What is going on inside of me like he did?
I know I keep looking back, but God our love was so beautiful.
I know it’s not meant to be and we are to move on, and I’m trying to look ahead.
That’s when I am more rational and realistic than I have ever been.
How could anyone possibly love me?
I am such a burden, such a load.
I come with so much baggage.
I have always been so strong, but the more I trust and get hurt
The harder it is to do it anymore.
I pray that You help me got give up.
Don’t let me give up on love.
You are love, and I know You will always love me.
Thank You for loving me… baggage and all.
Thank You for putting up with me…
when I cry so much, get so down, get so excited,
or simply drive myself crazy and anybody in my path.
Thank You for being so patient and loving.
Thank You for spending so much time with me.
Nothing is more comforting and valuable than time spent away from the world,
arm in arm, tear in tear, smile in smile,
just enjoying the conversation, the silence, or just the night.
Quality moments are just that… moments of quality.
Thank You for Your quality love.
Thank You for Your merciful heart.
You are so forgiving  and loving.
Whether I ever love again or not, am loved again or not,
None will ever love me like You do.
Because no one will ever make me feel the way You do.
You are the ultimate love.
I thank You for all the love You ever allowed me to know, feel, and share.
I pray that I do You fair in what way can be fair from me to You.
I am no queen or saint.
An angel is not my calling, but I love You all the more anyway.
Praise You for love.
You are love.
I will never love anyone like I love You.

12-18-1998 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. Reading this years later is so hard to stomach. I cannot believe how pitiful I spoke.
How incredibly horrible a testimony I was making for my Lord! My Father who loves me and makes me worth anything! As hard as it is to keep this, I follow God’s leading so that other’s who are in the same situation, or are so afflicted by their anxiety and self esteem issues that they would see how easy it is to trash yourself when the person you are in a relationship with does the same thing. I know it’s hard to walk away sometimes, but the greatest love of your life is waiting to help you feel and grow strong! Don’t let someone else help you to believe those horrible lies. God loves you! HE makes you special! ❤

Victory In One Name

What’s in a name?

That question is famously known.

I’d like to know the meaning

in my own.

Is it good or is it bad?

Do I live up to the name?

Do I do it proud

or bring it shame?

God allowed my name

to be given to me,

and knew those who met me

would hear and see.

I just pray that I live up to

all that God hopes me to,

for there is victory in His name

if I seek what He says do.

And there is only One name

to be above all names,

and it is in this Jesus Christ

that victory can be claimed.

 

7-9-11 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God

TORN TOGETHER

Family… together yet torn.

Separated the day they were born.

Sharing the blood but not the life.

Different worlds but similar strife.

So alike yet completely opposite.

So true yet very dishonest.

Words cannot describe the loss felt

of family so ready to help.

People who help each other despite

anything that could cause a fight.

Now that family so greatly detests

seeing your face or wanting what’s best.

Praise God for family in Jesus Christ.

He will never leave nor forsake day nor night.

And greatest yet the comfort to know

Jesus even loves your family so!

 

10-15-11 Written by Gail Brookshire

(by the grace of God)

Pursuit of Faithfulness

Long ago, You and I met.
You pursued my wondering heart.
You saw something in me I didn’t.
Something You saw from the start.
It was You in me,
Yet I had never known Your presence.
You would make yourself known.
I would fall in love with Your essence.
Growing together along the way,
It was You who was leading me,
Teaching me so much about You
And how You desired for things to be.
More and more Your vision
Would become my very own.
I have never regretted
You melting my heart of stone.
Each day holds something new
To reassure me of my place
Within Your faithful love
And Your tender embrace.

6-23-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Faithful Savior

His Honest Cry

Fighting the fight
while fighting for your sanity.
Running the race
to keep His glory before my comfort and vanity.
Protecting a testimony
that seems impossible to have,
yet so many claim it with joy.
I attempt to praise and laugh.
Trusting in a Savior
who knew the struggle of faith.
He went 3 times to the garden
to cry unto God as He prayed.
It was not easy for Him.
He didn’t pretend heroism.
He did not hide His anguish from God,
as He submitted to Him.
His love was stronger,
but His humanness was real.
He didn’t just come in form.
He suffered what He could feel.
Yet in His honest cry,
the angels ministered unto Him strength.
And with God’s own power
He was able to rise again.

5-20-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Who else but my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.