The Promises of Your Favor

The promises of Your favor
Are life and preservation to my soul.
You promise they will lead me,
And keep my ways good and whole.
You promise they will protect,
That they will ground and root.
You promise they will preserve,
And steady my feet.
You promise wisdom and counsel
Will establish and prepare.
My spirit will be ready
No matter when or where.
Your peace and Your favor
Wait to guard and guide.
Rooted and grounded in You
Is where my soul longs to abide.

7.12.2020 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Proverbs 12 in my Proverbs Journal

Oh Taste and See

Rain trickles down the window pane.
The glass reveals the storm.
The misty clouds drop their blessings
Where the dry ground began to form.
The flowers tilt underneath the weight
Of the life giving moisture,
Yet when the rays of life return
They will regain their posture.
Birds are hidden away for shelter,
Some tucked underneath their set of wings.
Their bird baths are being generously filled,
And soon they will again sing.
The children run and play in the puddles,
And tilt their heads back to taste and see
Oh how good and faithful
The Lord is to you and me.

1.30.2020 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Psalm 34:8
“O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.”

Persuaded By Love

Persuaded by love, I live.
I accept and cherish all He has to give.
Day by day, I will trust
That He will be my strength to do what I must.
Night after night, I will cling to Him,
Remembering many hurting souls need to know He loves them.
Life is challenging, but worth the breath.
We should live to honor His death.
Every moment is a treasured gift.
We are here to love, save, and lift.
Thank You, God, for mercy and grace,
And for teaching us Your loving ways.
Thank You for being new every day,
And leading us all along the way.
Thank You for never giving up on us,
And sending Your precious Jesus.

7-12-2019 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Daily Travels

Streaked roads
Crooked lines
Dangerous curves
Blind spots
Broken seatbelts
Road rage
Roadblocks
Closed roads
Work ahead
Construction
Flat tires
Tow trucks
Speed bumps
Traffic tickets
School buses
City buses
Detours
Bikers
Cyclists
Pedestrians
Cats and dogs
Critters
Road kill

7-2-2019 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

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

Afraid, Yet I Do

Afraid to believe and yet I do.
I am so scared to believe in love, life, and people.
Yet I believe in the very God who made all three.
Afraid to trust and yet I do.
I am afraid to trust in anyone or anything,
Yet I trust in this God I cannot see.
I trust and love and believe
In someone I’ve never met.
Someone I’ve never held.
And yet I have give Him my life.
I make decisions according to His pleasure.
I strive to obey Him.
And when I wrong Him,
I am heartbroken and regret
Because I am saddened to know I grieve Him.
Trust, love, believe.
I am afraid of them all,
And yet I believe, love, and trust the very meaning of them all…
God!

1-14-2004 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Single Depression

Depressed as usual… that’s the way it is for single people sometimes.
Oh we want to be brave and pretend we never get down because we are alone,
But who do we think we are kidding?
People in relationships know what we are missing out on,
And other singles know exactly what we’re lying about
Because they are lying about it too.

The fact is that we know we love the idea of sharing some time with someone special,
Would love to have someone to talk about things with,
Someone who knows what’s going in our lives because they are sharing it with us.
We love the idea of someone caring whether we come home or not,
If we feel well or not,
If we’ve had a bad day or not.
We want someone to tell our troubles to
Because we want someone else to reassure us everything will be okay,
And that if things get any worse, they will be still be there…
And best yet… know they will be.

So many people are going out on the weekends.
So many couples are staying in with the kids.
But single people are going from moment to moment,
With no guarantee that anyone will care what we do each day.
Families and friends are what we rely on
Because we know how special they are and love us,
But everyone (including family and friends) know we want companionship.

Yes, this is a moment that will pass and no I am not one to dwell.
But in all honesty, I am as human as the next person.
I, too, ponder the idea of sharing a life with someone.
For now I will smile and put on a happy face,
But for all those who read this and know what I am talking about,
Take comfort in knowing someone knows what you’re feeling
And says it’s quite normal and okay…
Sometimes I do too.

1-21-2000 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Need I have one?

Twisted Tangles

A maze designed for all that are willing
To give in to agony for one moment of pleasure.
A price that is continuously paid for in full,
Though none can see the waste of such a treasure.
God opens His arms to release His children.
They want so much to play.
Yet when it’s time for them to come home,
So many will have gone astray.
Paths of temptations. Descriptive decisions.
A puzzle of the world has missing pieces.
They search in the dark for a way to the light.
They will never see it is Jesus.
A game, a rat race, some kind of challenge.
Humans aren’t content without some kind of fight.
They can’t let go and just give it to God.
They have to fail with all their might.
Storms set in and warn all those roaming
To seek shelter from what is coming.
How tragic to see so many die
Because they were too proud to be running.

2-22-1999 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Stepping Stones

The first time I thought of myself as a SELF I guess,
Was when I first realized I had something to hide,
Be ashamed of,
And something to fear from someone else.
Knowing others could escape it, change it, or defeat it,
Was something to make me feel like I was all bad myself,
And by myself in a world of good and bad people.
But also somehow I knew I was not guilty,
Had no reason to be ashamed,
And that even though I feared it,
As soon as I grew up I would defeat it,
And never worry about it again.
But also, in a little way felt like I was the only one who knew
Why I had nothing to be ashamed of, or fear.
It was a great, wonderful miracle of GOD to discover the world agreed with me
Because when I grew up it made me feel so much better about myself,
And about the world and myself getting along.
Now I’ve learned to love myself and others,
Even more, the best things… Life and GOD.
Life was what I hated, and GOD I never knew.
Now they are my favorite inspirations,
My only hope for survival and eternity in love.

3-17-1994
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class, Spring 1994.
Taught by E.P.

Growing Up In the Projects

Growing up in the projects was a challenging matter of surviving,
And still have morals and a heart.
First, you must learn to adapt to the ways you observe and learn.
You have to accept the fact that the reality is you must live here,
And pray you’ll still be alive when and if you can move.
You have to deal with people who are against you,
People who love you but still get you into trouble,
And some people who are just plain troublemakers.
You also have to evaluate for yourself
When it is necessary to break the law,
And when it is important to follow it.
You must learn how to survive and help others,
Along the way and after you make it
Out of the same place that used to hurt you.
Once you are out of the projects,
The most important survival key is for you to decide
If you want to linger on the past,
And be depressed and bitter for the rest of your life,
Or to look at the fact you made it out
And no one but you can send you back,
Unless you let yourself go and give up.

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire

MURDER

It’s a normal event.
One to destroy your world.
There is no escape.
It is your destination.
Are you ready for your vacation?
It’s dooms day.
Just don’t try to
Work out of it.
It’s your… life.

10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: S.H.
Why did they die? There is no reasoning!
But God knows everything!

Trials to Grace

Just when life seems so great,
Something usually goes wrong.
Something so heartbreaking,
It makes it hard to be strong.
You feel like you’re over,
That you just won’t make it.
And the more you try,
The more your heart gets taken.
But the point you have to see
At a time like this,
Is that God will see you through.
Trusting is what it is.
Have faith in our Father.
He really does love you.
Even when you tell Him, He won’t leave.
That He won’t do.
He’ll always love you,
No matter what takes place.
These times are trials,
You can win through His grace.

5-24-1987 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Only God!

Only God can save me now.
Only God can forgive me.
Only God can show mercy,
And allow Gail to live.
Only God can love my Jesus
They way He should be loved.
Only Jesus can be true to God,
And can let God be enough.
Only God, only God.
That’s all I’ve got.
You cannot help me.
Only God can, only God.

5-26-1998 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
There are times when only God can be there.

Nourishing and Bringing Up Children

Nourishing and bringing up children,
Not such an easy task.
They don’t always want to do
Whatever you ask,
Even if it is what’s best for them,
Or if it brings them blessing.
What children will end up doing
Will keep you guessing.
Even so, they are worth every
Sorrow and care.
How rewarding to know
They still want you there.
Does God feel the same way
As we rebel against our Father God?
I praise His name that He does!
I’m thankful for the love He’s got!

6-2-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Memories… Precious and Brief

Here in a world of sorrow and grief,
Memories are precious and brief.
Yet some can be so permanent
That not only can you not forget,
But even in current times at hand,
The new you cannot comprehend.
Yet there is another side to the brain,
Making life such a strain.
You can lose those precious times
When disease robs you of your mind.
You may not even recognize
Someone you’ve known all your life.
It may even be family or a friend,
Such precious people we call kin.
So sad how life can be so mean.
I am afraid of what I have seen.

5-21-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)