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Feel alive

Posted by Nicole on October 13, 2014

Great sex – great physical love – makes us feel alive. It is our soul’s current dwelling in a body that, in fact, makes us ALIVE.  Really see your Beloved tonight. See them and remember how precious these days are together. Breathing. Touching. Moving.

Don’t waste it. See your Beloved with fresh eyes of hungry, vibrant gratitude.

-N

Tyler Knott Poem - Love and Making It

 

 

 

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Hello Monsters, Poem

Posted by Nicole on September 11, 2013

When I was small

even smaller than this

all smiles, fine hair, and freckles.

I lived in a room with my little sis.

 

In that room was a window

looking out on an old maple tree bigger than God

whose leaves made me feel free enough to sing

at the top of my lungs.

 

But on the opposite side of my room hung a door

a wooden shutter, slatted and white

and that door haunted us every single night.

 

You remember those cracked closet doors,

that fear of childhood, right?

Well, mine was more evil than most

a shutter-door with one missing shingle

a pitch black rectangle of terror

waiting to host the glowing eyes of some child-eating monster

with a taste for freckles.

 

And with these thoughts, came FEAR.

Fear that freezes your bones

that makes your body turn to stone

on the inside but never enough on the outside.

Fear that takes today as ransom

for a kidnapped tomorrow that will never come home.

 

So after months of sleepless nights

I could not hide any longer.

I did the most courageous thing of my little life

I moved in with my monsters.

 

In a flurry of determination

I grabbed my pillows and blankets and books

a flashlight and my sister

and we moved into that dark closet.

 

Slept there every single night

and not ONE monster was ever brave enough to show His face.

 

This is when I learned:

Fear is a lion

that only backs down

when we stop acting like prey

and stand our ground.

 

But we do grow up

and the monsters

get darker and smarter

and the next thing we know

we are running much harder.

No longer daring to face down our fears but away

from the beasts who will swallow us whole

who make closets that scare our very souls.

Monsters: like betrayal, hair loss, loneliness, and grief

failure, sprained ankles, botched interviews, and spinach in our teeth

at just the worst times.

 

I am afraid of things changing.

I’m afraid they’ll stay the same.

of saying something stupid

of being the one to blame

 

of the pain that will come when I grow old

and the pain that will come if I don’t.

 

And so they chase and I run.

I survive but I have not won

the kind of life I’d hoped I’d earned

when I first faced my monsters.

 

And then I hear it

the sound of safety in my ears:

Fear is a lion

that only backs down

when we stop acting like prey

and stand our ground.

 

I hear a voice not my own say,

“You are not alone, child.

You never were.

Be still. Take heart.

Plant your feet on the ground.

At the sound of my voice know that you are free.

I am bigger than any tree.

Stand with me.”

 

And together we turn and face those beasts,

say, “Hello there monsters…

Either be my friend or eat me or get out of my way.

I have sunsets to see and a man to kiss

and I was made for so much more than this.

I’m taking back my tomorrows.

You don’t get my todays.

This is my one and only life.

I will not be anyone’s prey.

So, instead, I will stand my ground and say,

Hello there monsters. Let’s play.”

 

Watch a live performance:

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(God also wanted me to feel good about myself, this is an awesome frozen frame of me talking)

Tell fearful souls, “Courage! Take heart! God is here, right here, on his way to put things right And redress all wrongs. He’s on his way! He’ll save you!” Isaiah 35:4-10

 

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Courage and a Poem

Posted by Nicole on September 4, 2013

What have you done in your life that took courage?

This is what my boss asked us all in our staff meeting: What have you done that took courage?

Sitting there quietly, hands knitted together, making eye-contact so as not to seem distracted or weak; I let him finish and I listened as my friends and coworkers stood up to speak about skydiving, surviving strokes, having kids, traveling on missions trips, going to college… so many amazing things.

And while I can remember doing individually impressive things that took courage, the truth is… for me…

 

EVERYTHING TAKES COURAGE

Getting out of bed

Answering the phone

Calling AT&T

Singing when you can hear me

Talking to my neighbors

Admitting to really liking something

Going after my dreams

Parenting my girls

Creating from my heart

Everything

Calling AT&T takes as much courage as skydiving, for me.

But now, I have come to a place in life where I realize, I cannot take fear into consideration anymore – at least not anxiety, worry, insecurity. FEAR in it’s purest, most primal force, can save our lives. I am not talking about that kind of fear… I am talking about the insidious kind that takes us captive, binds us, so that we never grow in the direction of the sun.  We bend and warp to it’s controls. We never grow straight and strong. I don’t want that for me and I surely don’t want that for You or my daughters.

So remember today; the day this very scared person told you to be brave. DO IT AFRAID.

So remember today; the day this very courageous person told you to be brave. DO IT AFRAID.

This is why I wrote this poem, “Hello, Monsters”

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“Tell fearful souls,
    “Courage! Take heart!
God is here, right here.”

Isaiah 35:3

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For you, I will. (a poem)

Posted by Nicole on May 31, 2013

For You

For you, I will

 

For you, I will get out of bed

freezing

and fetch a glass of water.

 

For you, I will sing aloud

alone

in a karaoke bar.

 

For you, I will dance

ballroom style

wearing high heels and victory rolls.

 

For you, I will strip

naked

with lights on and eyes open.

 

For you, I will

 

My unlost love

it’s been you here

all along,

but I treated you like shit

like the one who would always be there

always too there

always right here.

 

And it’s not poetic but it’s true,

I am sorry.

 

I’ve been lost and

I’m coming home.

No matter what it takes.

 

For you, I will storm castles.

For you, I will slay dragons.

For you, I will sail 1,000 ships.

 

When it’s all over

and with wobbly arms

we embrace,

listening to ships reach the shore,

I will be unlost too.

 

I will climb back in bed

hoarse from singing my heart out,

feet throbbing and eyes drooping;

wearing only these blankets.

 

And I will

for you

finally be home in me.

 

__________

Everything in me wants to explain this love poem to you, Dear Friend, but I will trust Mr. Rogers here:

What is offered in faith by one person can be translated by the Holy Spirit into what the other person needs to hear and see. The space between them is holy ground, and the Holy Spirit uses that space in ways that not only translate, but transcend.

 

What would you do for the one you love? “For you, I will…”

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