Priceless

It is, arguably, the most important week of the Christian faith. This week, almost 2,000 years ago, our Lord and Savior was hung on a tree, died bearing all our sin, and then, as he foretold, rose again. Wow.

I have three poems for this week, the first of which is Priceless. The second will come on Good Friday and the last on Easter. I figured there was no better time to restart my poetry than this week.

I'm going to be much more loose with a schedule of posting. I always felt a lot of pressure when I had a rigid schedule. God has really been speaking about peace and freedom and following the Spirit's lead lately, so I'm going to do that. You may get three poems in one week and none the next. I will do my best to never go two weeks without posting unless something is seriously wrong.

To peak your interest, here are some titles coming your way soon:

• Crisscrossed
• Encounter
• Cloudy
• Expectant
• Witness

I pray that you all have a blessed Easter, and every day beyond. He is risen!

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And it happened, as they were greatly perplexed about this, that behold, two men stood by them in shining garments. Then, as they were afraid and bowed their faces to the earth, they said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen! Remember how He spoke to you when He was still in Galilee, saying, ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.’”

- Luke 24:4-7 (NKJV)

Welcome back!

So ... I've been away for a while. A long while actually.

This winter has been trying for me. I felt alone in many ways as the days grew shorter and nights drug on forever. In essence, my life entered winter about the same time the world did. Inspiration, and joy, left me. I would sit down to write and nothing came. Blank paper stared back at me.

Our church, along with about 17 others, entered a time of seeking the Lord for three weeks from January 25th to February 14th called the Divine Experiment. A time to turn off the world's influence and chase God. Great time to write, right?

Still nothing. No poetry anyway. I found the love of God and was invaded by the Spirit during that time (and no I am NOT complaining) but poetic words still escaped me. I thought about it off and on, and had somewhat resigned myself to the fact that He'd moved me on from this ministry.

But ... spring is here. And as I looked outside today, inspiration struck. The sunshine seemed to infiltrate me and stir something in me that had stayed dormant with all the cold and snow around.

So expect to see more of me these days. It might be a slow restart, but it will be a restart. God bless you all.