Being Beloved

D. Michele Perry writes:

“Naming is a powerful thing. And the most powerful name of all is the name God calls us. Beloved. Be Loved. Be the loved. And no label or name of man can ever cancel out the purposes and promises of God written over our lives by His love. His love is too powerful for that.”

Being Beloved

When it was first crafted
the colors were bold
and the words were striking
in their boldness

they spoke my name
they named me
and I stood strong

in each vivid stroke

Over the years
decay has come
other words have
struck me down

the elements have
worked to dislodge
the paint, the lettering
until only a remnant remains

and I am lost

My eyes scan the surface
I squint to make out what was
I see outlines
declaring me beloved

and though
I am worn, torn and weary
my hands clutch this sign
what once was
and cling to who I am
who I have always been




Joining up with the great crew over at Five Minute Friday (I haven’t been doing too great lately at actually posting on Friday, but there is grace.)

Gather and write for five minutes on a single prompt and see what inspires you. The best part is reading the other linked up offerings.

“The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.” John Green

It seems that

I have been here before

That corner looks familiar

But to be honest

They are all starting

To look the same

I have travelled

These corridors

For most of my life

The walls just high enough

To keep me guessing

And each year

They seem to morph

To match my height

I don’t know what

I would do

If I knew

How to get out

Or maybe I do

But I am

So used to

These boundaries

I have left

Little caches

Of my grievances

Throughout this place

I figure they are safe here

No one else

Wanders these grounds

But I am

Running out of room

And I can’t bare

To try to

Work through them


They might

Bury me alive


I choose

The smallest pile

To begin to look thru

My heart is hard

But I know

That its not healthy

To stay here

And so

I begin to

Look at each grudge

And wonder

If forgiveness

Will free my heart

Piece by piece

And show me

The way forward

Image: Unsplash -Randall Honold

#FMF – Done

Joining the great group of people over at Five Minute Friday to write on a one word prompt for 5 minutes unedited. The best part, checking out what other people have been inspired to write on the same prompt.


“We will not run,” Paul said. “We’ll move with dignity. We’ll do what must be done.”
― Frank Herbert

Stand firm.
Lay down

your white flag.
Hold your head high.

You will do
What must
Be done.

Is not
What lays
It will
Be a

A straining
A reaching
A pushing
A grasping

For life
For breathe
For hope
For truth

Is not
The answer

We are done
With being afraid.
We must do
What must be
We will
Turn our
Heads away
No longer

Unsplash: Image – Caique Silva

#FMF – If

Joining up with my fellow writers over at Five Minute Friday to write on ONE WORD for FIVE MINUTES, no editing, just letting your fingers fly. The best part, linking up and then checking out what those around you have written on this same prompt. And seriously, this is my fave community on the Internet, though there are many others I love. Its been a consistent source of prayer, encouragement and friendship. I am so blessed to be a part of it.


When I saw the prompt I knew that it might be hard. Simple words are often difficult because you can go so many ways with them. I remembered immediately that I had a book from Emily Carmichael that I had downloaded a year ago called ‘If’. It was a series of reflections she had recorded and while I hadn’t read through the whole book, I thought it might be a good place to get my prompt for this week’s writing.

If I say, “Yes, I forgive, but cannot forget,” as though the God who twice a day washes all the sands on all the shores of all the world, could not wash such memories from my mind, then I know nothing of Calvary love.”

Oh forgiveness…how I struggle with you. You go deep down in my heart…starting to form a root of bitterness. And the forgetting…its not easy. so often the list of offences committed against me are the first thing that flashes through my mind when I see certain people or hear their names.

But the question remains…I am forgiven. I have been forgiven. The payment for my sins (un-forgiveness and so many other things) has fallen upon Christ’s body and because of Him I am able to be in my Lord’s presence and His dear child.

But this bitterness, un-forgiveness and remembrance that I hang out to…they are un-confessed sin. They are perhaps confessed but still held on to…so not really surrendered. And why do I choose to carry these burdens?

Who do I think I am carrying around this un-forgiveness in my heart when I have been forgiven so much? That is something that often comes to mind, but doesn’t convict me like it should. For some reason I’ve become accustomed to carrying these burdens around. Perhaps its a control thing.

Perhaps it means looking into my heart and seeing how much I have done that requires forgiveness and seeing how other people extend this grace filled offering to me.

And the image of God cleansing the shores at least twice a day all over the world, what a picture that is. My sins have been wiped clean because of Christ, even though I struggle with sin. Why can’t I begin to life up my un-forgiveness to Christ and ask for His help in dealing with this issue.


Four Somethings (June)

Courtesy of my friend Brooke, I heard about this monthly link-up, Four Somethings hosted by Heather Gerwing, in which we share: Something Loved, Something Said, Something Learned and Something Read. I am excited to join along.

Something Loved
My aunt came to visit at the beginning of this month. She lives in Belgium, and comes to see us every 4-5 years, which used to be furlough for her, but now its just to visit her family (and when she has saved up enough money). She moved to France in her 20’s as a single missionary, was married to a Belgian man and adopted two beautiful daughters. Over the years, her life has had many hard times, but she has remained faithfully in Belgium and ministered there. When it came time for her retire, though we wouldn’t have minded having her in Canada, we felt that Europe was were she should stay because her family and all she had known for the past 50 years was there. It was lovely to get to spend time with her, telling about her family over the past couple years, watching the World Cup and shopping for different things her family had requested that made them think of Canada. In a couple of weeks, I will be heading to a family reunion out West, where I will meet up with her, the rest of her siblings and my family. I look forward to this time when I will see my mom’s siblings. Its been awhile since I saw my Uncle. Family is a precious thing, and while these ones are too close to us, its nice that we are still willing and wanting to be connected. I have heard of division in too many situations. 

Something Said
The past couple of months I have been struggling with severe depression. I have been without a full time job since January, and though I have been blessed with a very part time job which I enjoy, I am still needing to find further employment. I can’t explain how difficult it is to try to prepare my resume and then send it in, and then start again, hoping against hope that someone will get in touch with me and I’ll be the one for the job. In the past, I have been blessed to know people, who helped me have an in at least for an interview. Having to do this on my own (with a bit of assistance) has been very hard for me. But I’m sure I am not alone in this, I only feel alone.

And I posted honestly on Instagram my struggle with not believing the lies that were raging through my head. I recieved many blessed messages but the following three really touched me deep:

Elizabeth : I’d lay down beside you until you’re well.
Bethany: please feel more than welcome to unravel in my direction
Jamie: How I understand. Speak and let your words flow.

And in the midst of listening to the lies that I am all alone, that this will not be overcome, etc…I was reminded of the deepness and realness of sisterhood. For this I am incredibly grateful.

Something Learned
While wandering around Wikipedia, I came across a list of wealthy people in the past from the United States. Of course, the name Rockefeller came up and so I read more. I have only a vague idea of just how rich he was. And while you must read Wiki with a grain of salt (knowing that not all is at it appears), the following idea was put forth that blew my mind.

In 1913, John D. Rockefeller was worth $400 billion US (price adjusted with inflation to todays income) which was recorded as 2% of the US economy at the time.

WHAT? I can’t even begin to fathom that kind of money. No wonder their names are on so many things.

Something Read
I began reading Gilead by Marilynne Robinson for the second time. I hadn’t put it down because I didn’t like it, but rather I knew it was quite a treasure and I wanted to devote appropriate attention to it. I have found myself reading and re-reading the first 50 pages over again, because of their luminosity, depth and the beauty of the language of which she carefully makes use. The following is one of the quotes that spoke to me heart, among many that I have jotted in my journal:

It is an amazing thing to watch people laugh, the way it sort of takes them over. Sometimes they really do struggle with it . . . so I wonder what it is and where it comes from, and I wonder what it expends out of your system, so that you have to do it till you’re done, like crying in a way, I suppose, except that laughter is much more easily spent.

The book has no chapter delineation, so you never really come to an end of a thought. You just keep turning the page to find more of the story laid forward. This is a book I am sure that I will revisit time and again. I tend to be wary of books that many people declare as stunning and ‘must read’ but in this case, these people were spot on. I look forward to diving into the rest of her works, Home and Lila.


#FMF – Ocean

Joining up with Kate and other fearless writers as we ponder one word and than write for five minutes on this prompt. Its always interesting to see what the prompt inspires in people.

I spent three summers working just outside New York City at a camp. On our days off, we had 24hours to use however we wanted.
Two of those days I went to the beach with my friend Andrew. One day we went to the beach in North New Jersey. It was one of the hottest days of the summer and the car didn’t have air conditioning. By the time we got to the beach, and subsequently the ocean, we were dripping wet with sweat. We ran into the water for relief.
Another time we headed to the beach in Rhode Island, and the waves there wre so strong that at one point I realized i had been pulled down the beach and was further than I thought. I made my way back slowly.
I don’t really love swimming, but i love the sound of the water and being near it. I am glad we took advantage of being near the ocean.

Image: Unsplash – Frank McKenna, edited in Canva

#FMF – Restore


joining up with my pals over at FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY where we all write for five minutes on a one word prompt. There is such grace at this community, some of my dearest friends are there.

We have lived in our house over twenty years. When we first moved in there were two large cedars in front of our porch. They began to look very scraggly so we got rid of them. There was a smaller bush there that we left in place. Over the years it grew into a small tree that pretty much covered about half of our porch. We could just barely see over the top of it out our kitchen window. During the time that bush was growing we acquired a beautiful iron bench from our next door neighbors who were looking to get rid of it. It sat behind the bush and as the ‘tree’ got bigger, it was awkward to try to use.

The past two summers, the beetles have eaten away at the bush as soon as it has leaves, pretty much leaving it looking dead and ugly every time. THis year we decided to get rid of it though we didn’t have the right tools. Our neighbors (Who have every tool under the sun) said they’d help us and they got rid of that bush, right down to the roots.  We came home from shopping and the house looked so different because suddenly you could SEE the porch.

The bench is also far more obvious and it is is need of some love, some restoration. Rust has begun to eat at the iron and the wood has paint peeling off of it. It didn’t matter so much when the small tree hid it but now that its wide out in the open its kind of an eye sore. I’m not sure just when I’ll find time to work on it, but I’ve got some stripping of paint and maybe just lacquering the wood on my mind. the Iron will be a bit more work, but I”ll put some elbow grease into it.