MY HOLY, SACRED TIME

 My Holy, Sacred Time

I have found

The inner peace

That comes

Only

From knowing You.

Five A.M.

Finds me

Greeting,

Meeting

You.

You are waiting

On me, in the silence

Of the night.

Our time

Is holy, sacred.

I greet You,

“Dear

Almighty

Heavenly

Father,”

Lingering, meditating

Upon each words

Deep meaning to me.

Then I thank You

“For this

Glorious new morning

And this glorious new day.”

For I know

They are,

And when I pray,

Expecting them to be,

You have already

Made it so.

Then comes more

Praise and thanksgiving

For all things done

And more to come,

And the love

Swells up

Within my soul,

Bringing it

Almost to bursting!

Your love,

Your grace,

Your mercy,

All so True and pure!

Your faithfulness!

It is all so plain to see!

And I count myself

Blessed,

Because You

Have shown these things

To me,

Because there was

A time

I could

Or would

Not see.

I pray for those

Who will not

Or cannot see,

For the void

And the loss

In their lives.

I pray for them

To find this precious time

To spend with Almighty God,

To be known

By God

As beloved daughter

Or son,

Chosen

For eternity.

I cling

To my holy, sacred time

With my Lord

With my heart and soul,

And as

The early morning wanes on

The birds begin their songs

And my soul

Completes its round.

I am filled

To the brim

With the Holy Spirit

And my soul is abounding

With Joy indescribable!

I have seen

Night turn into day

With my God,

And already lived

The most precious

Time of my day.

Copyright 2008 by Brenda LaVelle

Always, in all ways, to God the honor and glory!

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About Brenda LaVelle

I have been a Christian since Jesus called me to the altar in 1996.  I live in Dalton, Georgia with my Chorkie, Jitterbug, and my three cats, Sylvester, Pearl, and Spike.  I attend Christ Community Church and am a full-time caretaker for my 88 year-old landlady whom I have rented from for the past 22 years.  I feel that Jesus has called me to serve Him by being His hands and feet to people in need.I used to write poems about death and dying in my younger, suicidal years.  They just always mysteriously “came” to me.  Then the poems stopped for many years.  I got into recovery from alcohol and drug addiction in 1986 and have been clean and sober ever since.  At that time I went on a ten-year quest for “God.”  He found me in that pew on a Sunday morning just before my forty-third birthday.  I gave my life to Jesus that morning and started a relationship with Him.  I had journaled off and on for most of my life and I started journaling with God.   I seem to communicate best on paper. In 2000 I had a complete nervous breakdown and had to quit work and go on disability.  That was a great blow to me and I asked God, “Why?”  Soon He let me understand that the reason for that was so that I could work on my relationship with Him.  I had the time now to study my Bible, get involved in my church, help other people, but mostly spend more time with Him.I started going to bed early so I could get up between four and five in the morning to go right to God in my journal and spend an hour or more there with Him.  Then I would spend another hour or more in prayer and meditation.  I have quite a few meditation books I am fond of, my favorites being My Utmost For His Highest and Streams in the Desert.To me, my relationship with God is the most precious thing in my life, and the early morning hours are the first fruit of my day that I want to give to Him.  He gives me His best and I want to give Him my best and my first.  He is my First, Second, and Third; the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.  May it always remain so!My relationship with God has just grown and grown over these past eight years and although I have encountered many trials, He has been faithful and true and taught me many valuable lessons.  Last year about this time, after a very traumatic period in my life, I asked God in my journaling to let me start writing again, this time for His honor and glory.  Almost immediately, within a day or two, during my journaling, poems just started flowing onto the pages of my journal, about and for God.I call my poems “Poems From God,” because it is like His is literally “giving” them to me!  I do some editing and refining sometimes and some actual thinking about what is coming next, but the Holy Spirit is just pouring these words into my hand and onto the paper.  GOD IS AWESOME!  My prayer is that you will see Him in and through my words.  He has given me my trademark phrase:  Always, in all ways, to God the honor and glory!With love in ChristBrenda LaVelle 

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