Once, when I realized that other people thoroughly enjoyed reflecting on their past with me in it. I was not some tolerated inconvenience in the way to other's path of purpose and destiny.
I am not an inconvenience, and others don't just put up with me. I am embraced, heard, listened to, and applied when that which I deem fits a certain lesson, which is more often than not.
I've always had issues. Feeling heard, understood, contributory, and applied. I write my words, and people are touched. Maybe this is my goal in life since I achieve it so much.
When do we raise the bar? When it's met or before it's ever attempted?
Do we set out goals that are way beyond our reach or do we grasp the ones that we can keep? A little of both is necessary. Starting a bit off the ground, in order to reach for the stars. Somewhat past the starting point, Knowing that goals are Achievable. Each step helps get us to where we are going, and they are all necessary, forging a path that we can follow as we make way for other's more than just ourselves to get through and achieve the dream. What we’ve gone through maybe makes it a little easier with our experience with which to grasp and guide. Learning that life is Surmountable.
Share your story. You never know who needs your tactics for their own survival guide. Express, Expound. Explain. Reach beyond self and achieve the dream. Set goals, big one’s little one’s God centered, Grasp what is just past your boundaries and attain your goals. Game. Set. Match.
I love you in the solitude of day,
When the clock ticks and time has its way.
I look for you in the trees, in the skies, and the moments that I am alive. I love you in the mornings when I wake, and your face is the first thing I see. I love you in the night, upon my bed, tucked in the sheets when slumber elusively escapes me.
I seek you in the stress that leaves me feeling bereft. When I don't know where to look or whom to go, I find Your face and feel your embrace lifting me above all that rages beneath.
You keep me from getting swept up in the chaos of my days, You still me, heal me, and have Your way. My life to you Oh, Lord, I give, help me to soar, help me to live.
becky butler prose, Dot O'Donnell Photo
Angst, twisted within and torn about. Pain rails unencumbered, having free range through the entirety of my being.
Basic things become complicated when pain launches an assault against my very purpose, keeping me down when I want to go and do. I must listen to my body and heed its warnings and signs to exhale, let go and drift off.
Thank you, Lord, for Your spirit of wonder. In the quiet of the night, and the noise of the day. Let Your miraculous take its place. Have Your way for I am Yours. You are my all in all and I long to see You as You are.
I still myself in Your word and Your truth. Your love letter to me. Thank you Jesus.
Becky Butler Prose, Photo Dot O'Donnell
Five years ago, I didn't realize how hard I'd have to fight for a semblance of normalcy. That it would take all I had and then some to get through, and it still bowled me over. The only thing I could do was hang on to Jesus. I run after my God, to seek my King, and find Him amid my mess, open arms willing to embrace, to hold and pick me up and take me out of the trenches that I've been in for far too long.
Five years ago, I didn't understand how I would struggle, and also how every single one of my dreams surpassed my confined mind's goals. I have had to let go of things I desperately wanted to be permanent in my life. But I have learned through letting go of the things not meant for me and letting God that I am where I need to be. In the presence of my Lord.
Five years ago, I didn't know I would put down the gift that I have been graced with and not do anything with it for a few years. I permitted my giftings to go dormant so that I could cope with my reality. I have found that I trust, I need my God and my giftings from Him, to carry me through and to deal effectively with whatever I face.
Five years ago, I was unaware of how hard it would be to pick up again. But I knew beyond any measure of doubt in my Spirit that I needed to continue in the craft that keeps me. Writing my way through has always been how I achieve. I process and confront all that rages against me on the inside. Then I lay it at God's feet and permit Him the place of process and perspective in my life that I may see through His eyes and not my occluded humanistic vision that only sees in part. I give my all to the Lord and know that as He's carried me thus far, I will continue until my race is not simply done, but won.
Today I choose to write my Truth, which reflects my confidence in my confidant. Lord, you are my confidant. I can confide and trust in you completely.
You've formed my every frame, you've knit my very being. You know my every thought, and your thoughts toward me are more than the sands of the sea. It seems like that's all you could do is believe in me. But that's the Spirit of your omnipotence.
You have no beginning, you have no end. We can only think in spatial concepts of time to acknowledge Your presence. We may encompass eternity from a never-ending futuristic perspective, but It's harder to fathom One without a beginning. One who is, I am. We have a start, you have no end.
You are linear in number, going both ways, all the way back to yourself, and all the way forward to you and every in-between is you. You are the alpha, the omega, the beginning, and the end.
Thank you for giving me my measure of faith. Help it to grow. Help me to express what's on my heart by sharing what's in your heart. Thank you for being my friend, my love, my confidant, my Jesus.
Becky Butler Prose Dot O'Donnell Photo
I'm elated when I'm writing productively with a flow of creativity moving seamlessly from one form into another altogether different being.
I'm elated that my to-do list includes writing out four author-signed copies for shipping tomorrow to those who have ordered them. I'm overjoyed that I am living my dreams, and they are amazingly coming true. I am awe-filled at the reality that is my life. Thank you, Jesus, for igniting the skies on my behalf and letting the stars shine for me.
I have a hard time when a child is not heard. Granted, I probably didn't listen to my kids at super length, but I'll for dang sure listen to all my grandkids want to tell me, and then some and I will walk slow so they can keep up. It's me who has to see if I can keep up. But grandkids let you dial it back and slow it down and breathe it in and exhale out endless encouragement for them, continuous and dedicated support.
Shaping the future by validating one's voice and letting one be heard.
This photo of the Sun shining clearly on this winter's day a few years back is a miracle. We needed to get a flight out; a mother was flying to say goodbye to her son as he deployed into the Kingdom of God at the end of his life.
We had blizzards, 30 inches of snow, a whiteout with no way to get out. Many flights canceled from our tiny airport, but this was a flight that was necessary as she had to travel cross country to hold her son one last time.
I prayed all morning that the weather would break long enough to get the plane up. With eight previously canceled flights, this flight took off in one piece only ten minutes late and got there in time to hold her son and kiss him sweet, "Until we meet again." Thank you. Jesus.
The skies literally parted and the sun came out and shined brightly and every flake in the sky was stilled.
The tattered results of consumed beauty,
Withered wings represent the storms we've made it through.
Scars speak of the journey's experience and the reflection of damages. What are you doing to produce your best life?
The masterpiece of a butterfly painted in the heart of God leaves us in awe at the designs and patterns that shine through the tattered place, inspiring us to continue on despite the raging storms.
Make it through, to soar, let the migration take you into the New as we
are graced us with your presence.
Flit and fleeting, beauty is captured for brief moments alighting upon nectar's source. Beauty shines despite and because of the hard times in life. That tattered places carry us through just as much as the smoothed ones do.
Becky Butler Prose, Holly Mullins Photok here to edit text
NEW YEARS EVE 2019
Numbers 6:24-26 (NIV)
24 “‘“The Lord bless you
and keep you;
25 the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
26 the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.”’
May this be where we are this day, kept in the heart and hand of God. May His grace make the way. May His love make the day. May His face shine upon us this day and in the coming days, weeks, year.
Thank you, Oh Lord, for Blessing my 2019. Even though I struggled you've parted the waters before me and made the crooked places straight. I lay my need before You and know you will continue to be my way of escape in the things that beset me in times to come.
Thank you for blessing my days, weeks, moments, months, and years. Thank you for getting me up, getting me on, and getting me through all I face and unto You. Thank you, Lord for seeing me through this blessed, stressed, graced, based, amazingly, wonder-filled and Victorious year.
May we carry Your love, light and, grace into our hearts and shape the world we live with your Truth. Thank you for the shelter of Your wings, thank you for keeping us from things, bring us through things, and bringing us to blessing. Thank you Jesus.
I've written about this a few times. It's so prevalent in society. Anything negative gets denied. What's with that? I speak with people I love and strangers who have said drink this, eat that, stand on your head...........to get better, and if I'm not better I'm not doing it good enough, or not faithful to God enough, or "enough" enough.
Sickness ravages my body. Daily. I'm on oxygen. I have emphysema, and there is no cure. I have Crohn's and there is no cure. I have pain every day. Mostly severe and unbearable, it's why i write so much. It gets me through to articulate it. I start in the reality of where it is I am at that moment, be it joy, be it pain, be it sun, be it rain, and I write my way through to the other side, literally from the darkness into the light.
From illness into illumination, for purpose and distinction, God uses what we can't do. Sometimes things are the way they are. God told us to glory in what We need His ability to do, with the things we can't and need a Savior.
For me, that's everything.
To do daily with my King what I can't do on my own, I bring myself daily before the Throne and ask the Lord to have His way today, every day.
Crohn's stings deeply,
and with menacing affliction.
Tinging everything with tortured anguish,
causing tremendous ache.
Contortions, twisted, inside is conflict
Words fail in this state. I dwell before my King,
battered, beaten yet never defeated.
The grieving ache that separates, I give to You
to obliterate, Piercing announcements that
gripe, hurt and stress in convulsing dismay.
Pain is a biting derangement of circumstance,
where strain corrodes the mind, methodically over time.
becky butler photo and prose
Eyes moist and sting with mist as I tenderly reminisce, from misconceptions of this life’s promise. Tears can bring clarity in those places that we need to see. When thoughts are cluttered and incomplete, let the heart and Spirit meet. Only then will we begin to see the true emergence of intimacy that brings sustained unity.
Fate bequeaths happenstance, for everything has been left to chance. So it is on this I choose, to direct my path and change my view, away from things I know consume. At times, when we find our road is rough, some weaken, and some toughen up. Neither is the goal you see, for this drives self from unity, closing the doors and connections that we need.
We all want and need someone in life to pay heed to all that remains to be said. Our thoughts and voice validated.
Bonds forged, ties bind, tethering our hearts and mind. To escape we often choose the lesser path away from view solitude when in use constructively can be quite the muse. But within self, we cannot remain, we need each other to be sustained.
Becky Butler Prose, Rachel Lambropolous Photo
Our GI's need to learn that patients who are having symptoms that aren't in the textbook, but rather in the footnote, are as legitimate as classic cases. This disease run's the gamut of mouth to rectum, and also the gamut of extra intestinal manifestations, eye irritation, skin disorders, mouth disorders, kidney trouble, liver agitation, gall bladder and pancreatic inflammation, so the systemic nature of Crohn's need's to be addressed, and these foot note symptoms need to be realized and acknowledged as part of the anguish that patients with Crohn's suffer through, esp when your symptoms are in the footnote of the textbook and not the bold font paragraph's of classic markers of this disease. It is just a detrimental to our quality of life as much as the expected course is, but it is also topped of with skepticism, and doubt on the physicians behalf that the patient has in some way is off their rocker.
Physicians need to be aware of and treat the entire gamut of this disease, physical, mental, emotional, and of course intestinal. I have found that the greatest benefit a physician can supply a patient is an attentive ear, and an open mind to consider all symptoms mentioned, as serious legitmate, and not misconstrued or dismissed. We are our own advocate, we are the only one's who can adequately relay what we experience to our physician's and the office calls, or procedural process is the time for us to open our mouth and inform our physician until they get it. Make a continual exerted effort to speak your symptoms resolved by medication or surgery and those unresolved, including the side effects of the medications we take, as those alone can cause a whole host of trouble, so we must be the VOICE of CROHN'S the FACE of CROHN'S and the ADVOCATE of CROHN'S by using the only thing we can, our mouth. Speak, speak, speak.
We are raised in a society that deems the physician is the expert and we are lay people. While in essence this is true, we are the patients; the one going through and suffering this dreadful disease. A good doctor is one who does not play God, who is open to their patients, listens to them, follows up on what they say, and perform tests and procedures to treat, and identify the cause of our complaint, not to simply dismiss a patient as an uninformed who doesn't know anything about why they are in the office to begin with. This dynamic has to change, and it changes with us! It changes through our voice! Be the change you want to see in the course of Crohn's, so that others may benefit from the trail you have blazed simply by SPEAKING.....................beckybutler ©
Amazingly, we have a God who takes
the chaotic travesties of life
that have shattered us into fragmented
slivers of brokenness.
Into a mosaic.
God takes our broken and shattered pieces of pain,
loss, human frustration and human need, and puts
the slivers and shattered pieces back together
cemented concretely in His love, healing,
purpose and perspective.
An entirely new work of art has been forged
in the broken places. While we may not look
as we did before trauma's toll. Each sliver
and shard is carefully placed by the hands
of the Master Craftsman, concretely set in love,
to bestow and reflect beauty.
Our brokenness is what allows Him to recreate us
into His Masterpiece. That once reflected wounds,
but now the places of healing are evident, in the
mosaic setting of piecing us back together.
We can see pieces of who we "are" at the core.
Who we were, without God.
As the grout of His
love and Truth is spread over every broken
shattered piece. Cementing the beauty that God
crafted us to walk in. With every line filled in,
visible so that others may know,
true beauty comes in our choice of
how we pick the pieces up...