Love is in Unexpected Packages...

 

God shows up in the weakest & most unexpected places. 

He is in the lost, lonely, and hopeless ones. 

Nobody expected to find a KING in a dirty hay covered shack.

They were looking a strong man seated on a throne of a castle. 

Of course, that is what is expected. 

God never does what we expect. He is way too creative for that. After all, He created the creators of the most creative things! He is the MASTER of all MASTERS!

His plan is way grander than ours, although grand things may come in the small packages.

The prettiest presents may come in the most boring wrapping paper. 

God is not about big boxes with shiny bows. 

He is not for the rich of this world, but is for the rich at heart.

You have to look low to find Him in the meek and mild...

This in not just referring to His birth...

It's in our lives everyday.

 We imagine life on grand scale, big, bold, colorful, &  loud!

But He plans the opposite of what we expect. He is full of surprises. He outshines our brightest dream.

How boring would that be if He always did everything we imagined?

That makes our imaginations equal or larger than His...

But He created out imaginations, and He is always steps... no...

 LIFETIMES ahead of us!

We cannot out-imagine Him or plan more perfectly than Him. 

Just be still, listen, trust, and follow the Star. 

It will lead you to a quiet, humble, peaceful, wonderful place. 

Have a Blessed CHRISTmas! 

Love, 

tabitha seaton

of TheLostSock

Sliding and Swaying Faith...

I never wanted to be here in this place I am in

dealing with spinning emotions under my skin.

I am pulled from here to there

my duty calls me to motherly care.

I don't have the strength to answer thier cries

when i am laying here weak with tears in my own eyes.

They look at me with such needy faces

I am pulling my strength to fullfill them from the deepest places.

It takes all I have and I am left with only a crumb of my own

I am needing a meal in peace alone.

I am a mother bird with one single worm

feeding these mouths that continually squirm

is taking the breath out of me till I am worn thin and weak

with no strength to hunt for more to feed my own beak.

These days are so long and I hope to wake up

to a new day as fresh as the coffee in my cup.

Where I will realize all this was my dream

as I happily stir in my sweet cream...

But it hasn't happened yet and I know it never will.

My pain is lonliness and there is no healing pill.

I just keep praying for strength and for His way

but I am too tired now to continually pray.

I need to see something of this faith I hold tight,

but it is hard to see anything in this continual night.

I look all around and hope to feel His hand

or just something that will help me understand.

Why did he put me in this predicament,

I need an answer, a breath, just a hint...

It's just too much for me to keep inside

my faith is feeling on the slide...

God show me your love cause I need it right away

I am a boat lost at sea that is starting to  sway.

Throw me a rope, let a whale swallow me...

whatever it is... I just want to see.

 

 

 

by Tabitha Seaton

a young widow