Blowing Wind

A wind blows through, stirring the past.
Memories try to invade.
A love speaks up and makes it clear,
“This is the new creature I have made.”
Guilt finds opposition, shame meets its match.
God sends a smile for my spirit.
He reminds me every time I pray
That He does hear it.
I bow my head, close my eyes,
And mention the blowing wind.
He reassures He’s on the throne,
And protects me once again.
How great the grace and mercy of God,
Just to utter a prayer.
I cast my every care on Him
Because I know He cares.

11.25.19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my Sea adult coloring book

Heavenly Friendship

Friendship of a Savior
Who hath the Greater Love
To faithfully give that Good
And Perfect Thing from above.

Friendship of a Creator
Who made me for His Pleasure,
Who tells me my Image
Makes His treasure.

Friendship of a God
Who knew the Law
Would require a Blood Sacrifice
For us all.

Friendship of a Father
Who longed to Reconcile
His Prodigal Daughter
To being His Child.

Friendship of a Spirit
To Comfort, Guide, and Teach.
Who loves to Whisper, Nudge,
And Unconditionally reach.

Friendship of a Family
Preparing a Place for me.
Alas one day I’ll Fellowship
Where I was Always meant to be.

11.13.19 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Team Confidence

Confidence… confidence…
Do you despise me?
Or are you the victim
When Satan tries me?
I hear your cry.
I hear your scream.
Yet I seem to join
The other team.
You give me wings
And bid me, “Fly,”
Encourage me,
“Let doubt
Pass you by.”
But then a whisper shouts,
“What are you doing?
You don’t know what’s ahead.
You can’t keep going.”
So to the earth
I descend in fear,
Waiting for
The next step to hear.
As I wonder,
Here or there?
I find myself
Teamed with despair.
A teammate stricken
With so much doubt,
Every direction
Leaves me lingering about.
From time to time
The Spirit whispers, “Listen.
Don’t you realize
Something’s missing?
I gave a guide
And instructed you
To stay nearby
And I’d come through.
But you turned away
And followed doubt.
You have carelessly
Left me out.”
Satan throws
His two cents in,
Tempting me
To just give in.
“Follow your heart.
You’re right in your own eyes.”
But as I stumble and fall,
I feel the pain of his disguise.
So once again on my knees,
The Spirit hears me cry.
He tells me, “Confidence awaits
To restore your wings to fly.”
Ascending heights of faith,
I return to where I belong,
Trusting God’s confidence
That I can be strong.

1-27-2017 Friday
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! ❤

Home for the Holidays

Clean the desk, shut the door.
I’m going home to share
The holidays with family,
Where everyone will care.

I’m tired of fighting crowds to shop,
And waiting for a cab.
I want to see the Christmas tree,
And lights it will have.

I’ll hug my mother and my pops,
And let my spirit flow.
I’ll even grab my fiance
Underneath the mistletoe.

So off to the town of love,
One that I have missed.
I’m going home for the holidays
To share another Christmas.

12-21-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire

He’s Your Friend Too

You smile to see me so happy.
You cry to see me hurt.
But when I tell you it’s Jesus
Who sees me to the joy,
You seem to wish you could believe.
You laugh at the child in me.
You walk with the woman who understands.
But when I tell you it’s the Spirit
Who allows me to know the Lord’s way,
You seem to think I’ve lost my mind.
You see me experience love.
You see me experience heartache.
But when I tell you I still believe in love
And live to serve the Lord,
You seem to wish you could understand
How on earth I could be strong.
I tell you again it’s God.
He holds me in His hand.
But the words of His Bible are not just mine.
His songs can be sung by anyone.
Every knee is able to kneel to Him in prayer.
Every heart is able to welcome Him in.
All you really need to have Jesus as a friend
Is to let Him be one.
He already loves you.

10-17-18 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

My Beautiful Ride with Him on 1-5-17

So much love and strength poured from His heavens.
His spirit lifted mine.
His warmth became mine.
His arms embraced…
and I allowed them to.
I embraced back all I could with my heart.
Though limited, guarded, and sometimes bound,
I was able to stay with Him…
to hear Him…
to listen to Him…
to speak with Him…
and it was good…
it was beautiful.
He showed me compassion…
patience… forgiveness… long suffering…
and insight… much needed insight.
“I’m sorry, Mom, for judging you
when I have no idea what you’ve suffered through…
what you had to survive…
again and again.
Regardless of what you did to me
and all that you allowed to happen,
you saved my life twice
simply by your example.
Salvation is what life is all about.
Health is what it takes to live it.
Thank you for the heads up.”
And then He led me down other paths.
Not all were pleasant…
in fact most weren’t,
But they were all part of
who He made me to be.
They were me.
He has saved me
through and from so such.
Even I wouldn’t believe my story.
Some days I don’t.
It’s a great escape.
But reality is real.
There is no escape.
But there is One who is always there,
in the middle of everything.
Whether you remember or not,
or just take a break from knowing,
He’s there before and after,
and the only ALWAYS with you.
Only He can give the power to those
who would hurt you.
Sometimes He does…
and we wonder why…
or are too angry to think on it,
too ready to give up,
or simply too tired to care anymore.
But when Jesus bore His guilt, grief, and shame,
it wasn’t even His to bear.
He suffered and grieved…
because He loves us…
too much to leave us where we’ve been
led, left, or linger.
He hates the evil…
the evil living inside of us…
and the evil given to us.
But His departure gave us something beautiful…
the Comforter that He promised us.
He lovingly warned that if He did not go to the Father,
that He could not send us the Comforter.
How glad and blessed… and loved…
my soul has been…
my heart has cherished…
my mind renewed…
since He came into my life.
Because of His comfort…
I can feel hope..
I can believe in hope…
and I do Hope…
in the day that God the Father
will finally remove His permissions
from the evil doers…
His tolerance of filth…
and will allow His Son,
to come riding back on His horse…
to fight for me…
to fight for them…
to fight for you…
to fight for us all.
No longer will darkness have power.
His Light that fills heaven so bright
that there is no need for the sun
will put darkness in its proper place.
Evil will be put in its proper place.
Designated destinations will teach evil
all that it unjustly taught others.
God will no longer allow the memories
to have any place in our heart, mind, or soul.
Finally, we will not even think of ourselves.
We will be so in awe of Him.
prostrated on our face…
in perfectly heath bodies…
that will no longer steal our joy..
and never again
rob us of our fellowship with Him.
Holy, Holy, Holy…
forever we will praise.
God, I long for it now!
Thank you for the Hope.
Thank you for the day…
even the unpleasant thoughts…
as You only use them to teach me…
to comfort me…
to remind me.
Help me to never forget.
And forgive me when I do.
There will be a day
when our mind is completely yours!

1-5-17 written by Gail Brookshire