A Safe Embrace

Here I lean, Lord, in Your safe embrace
Wondering why I must leave Your loving presence
When all I want to do is stay… and stay safe.
Life calls us away, but at Your bidding.
You draw us out to this waiting challenge
That will bring us ever closer to You,
As it teaches us strength only hardship can bring.
I never desire to leave Your side,
But You show a deeper part of Your heart
Each time that You welcome me home.
Just when I think Your love is the strongest,
I find that You are stronger than I can imagine.
Thank You for being a love that is good.
I am so grateful for it.
I long for the day when I’ll never leave again.

8-29-2019 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Allison’s Love for God

Allison was strolling along the beach, looking over the ocean.
Birds flew above in the open sky.
Cool waters splashed over her feet.
Dreams were playing with her mental friendliness.
Every time she heard the ocean splash against the sands, it reminded her of her sudden heartache.
For it wasn’t too long ago, she had trusted the hero of her life, the soul she had always searched for, and the man who always promised to love her because without her he wouldn’t want to live, that he wouldn’t want to be alive, that he wouldn’t be able to breathe, think, or even smile for one lonely moment of his ever dying life that would fade with the sunlight that awakened them every morning in their bed of paradise that was created by the sole emotion and feeling of love being the food that fed their hungry.
God had not told her she would awaken one morning to this promise.
He had filled her with the strength to survive though.
In every thing she remembered sad, He reminded her of the good.
Jesus had been her best friend, and in this case her comfort.
Knowing that gave her an inner peace.
Little did she know God was bringing her a new true hero to her near future.
Maybe it would be awhile before He revealed it to her, but He would.
Nevertheless, the ocean and the sun were such sweet lovers to her sense of being loved.
Only God could provide this beauty, and she knew it.
Paradise was right before her, all around her.
Quickly, she ran into the shallow waters.
Running, she felt so in love with a love that truly loved her too.
She would never be able to find this in a man,
This was something only God could give.
Unless, of course, God gave her the man who could love her like this.
Viewing the sun glistening over the waters, she stood waist deep in the sea.
Waters waded back and forth around her body, rocking her playfully.
“X marks the spot in heaven,” she thought.
“You’ll never be able to take me away from God,” she whispered to the world.
Zack would be the name of the man that God had sent running along the beach, to soon find the lady that Zack had always dreamed of sharing his God with him.

1994
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Creative Writing challenge, Spring Class 1994
Taught by E.P.
In thought of Randee’s best friend Allison who was killed in a car accident.

God and My Son

GOD and my son are who I care a lot about.
Certainly, GOD has been my Savior,
My life maker and saver.
He has given me things and feelings no one else can,
And certainly more love than anyone is capable of.
My son, Anthoni Lance Brookshire,
Is one of my greatest blessings from GOD, ever!
He is my strength through each day,
My joy for being needed, wanted, loved, and appreciated.
He makes me laugh over the simplest things,
So many times, so easily.
I thank GOD for him every day.
And though a lot of people may not understand or agree,
I teach my son that I love GOD more than him,
And for him to love GOD more than me.
And you know what? GOD actually works with a child.
He not only understands it and accepts it,
He loves the idea of GOD and loving Him more.
Anthoni appreciates GOD giving us each other.
With these two wonderful miracles,
These only two real men I have ever known
(Along with the men of my family),
It is no wonder that I am a twenty four year old female
In the nineties, still single, and loving it…
Preferring it that way.
No one can compete with these two or compare anywhere near them.

3-8-1994 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class of Spring 1994,
Taught by E.P.

BEING THERE

Thank You, Father, for being there when I needed You most!
You saw me through my pain.
You eased my mind and gave me strength,
And helped me through the rain.
Never before have I been so frightened,
Or encountered such a thing.
But You were there to see me to serenity.
I found the love You bring.
Only You can hold on to me
And give me courage to be strong,
The concern You gave to me
Helps me to carry on.
Oh the feeling of security
And the peace within my soul
Helps me to ease my mind,
And leaves You In control.
If ever there were something
I could do for you,
Please just ask and walk with me.
For it’s what I want to do.

2-5-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire

I Walk Away

God, what a sinful way I’ve led.
All in the name of love.
Yet I know somewhere inside me,
Who I need is high above.
I see a glance of handsome men,
And catch a winking eye.
As I go to meet the man,
I’m telling you good-bye.
Why do I not see this thing?
Why must I be so blind?
If only I would follow my heart
And leave the dreams behind.
Oh, Holy Father, full of grace,
Please return my strength.
Replace, I pray, the love in me
To live for You again.

3-14-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero!

GUTS

Would you prefer the essay of the veins,
Or the writing of great courage?
Do you want to hear how easily one comes to bleed,
Or how some find strength to live again?
What do you want me to say about the inner body parts
That hold our pain,
Or are you wanting me to tell you the story of a reigning hero?
Which is sweeter, the words of a murder mystery,
Or the novel of having faith through it all?

10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. (Homey)

Oh God, My God

Oh God, my God,
As I sit and feel such weariness,
I remember You are my strength.
My uncleanliness…
Is Your cleansing
My weakness…
Is Your saving,
My iniquity…
Is Your forgiveness,
And most of all…
When I think of it all together,
I’m reminded I’m only human.
Only You are the perfect one in every way.
You even restore me with…
Security and peacefulness!
Thank You, my Lord!
For just being You!

1-16-1987 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire