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Twisted Up on the Inside

Pierced through to the very soul.

That’s me right now. Lissy has a way of always doing that to me every time I read her writings. And this, well this, especially hit me hard.

For me it’s not about nationality. I’ve never been out of my country. But I have been out of place no matter where I’ve put my foot down. And I have forgotten to take heart. I have run and been overcome by numbness, unable to feel, unable to cry, unable to breathe but not knowing why.

I have sat in that corner because of self-pity. Pain has consumed my very life.

But oh. “Oh stand up, child, and remember who you are, but more importantly, remember who He is. Remember He is good no matter what your circumstances are. Remember He’s brought you this far and that He isn’t quite finished with you yet.”

Thank you, Lissy, thank you for this. I’m so glad I have been given a chance to know you.

Embassy Kid

“Grief is a funny thing,” she used to tell me. “It’s unpredictable. It makes you do weird things even when you think you’re ready for it.”

I thought I was ready, and I told her so as we walked down the peaceful night street. She just looked at me and said simply, “Okay.” And then we walked in silence down the usually bustling road, taking in the yellow street lamps and the few cars zooming along by.

I knew what she meant to an extent. I would miss things more than I thought I would. I never knew what I loved until it was gone, but at the same time, the things I did know I love somehow tended to be easier to let go of.

Well, I said my goodbyes. Goodbye to those overgrown childhood places. Goodbye to the streets and the food. Goodbye to all the people who…

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These Simple Things: Ten Words Scratched Out

I graduated. Class of 2017.

And I had a party. During which I received at least six notebooks. That’s right, I have a ton of empty pages begging to be filled. And a bunch of beautiful friends and family begging me to do so.

What a lovely thing! A lovely thing indeed. A smile has overtaken my features as I type this now.

There are so many of these books. So I picked a set of three up and flipped through them. For I love the feel of paper on my fingertips. It’s a comforting thing. What I didn’t except though was to find a few pages in each already taken up.

On those pages my dear aunt has written words. Words that make me tear up because she’s simply so sweet. And one, clothed in black and off-white stripes and etched with a gold “notes”, holds the ink of my young cousin. It made me smile so big I had to write this down.

He says:

“you’re the Best Best coson anD the Brightest, Butefulest too. – JareD.”

And my heart overflows. These simple things. These ten words, jotted down in such beautiful love have me at a loss for words.

I see Him in them.

Oh His beauty is beyond compare, His ways superior.

I am reminded – the smallest, simplest words change lives. Go write a note to someone dear to you.


© Copywrite 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in Monday Melodies

“Just” Trust God

I’ve been sitting here for a while. I brought my laptop down the stairs and into the darkened living room. I was going to write, to post a Monday Melody. But then I just ended up sitting here, criss-cross applesauce, gazing straight ahead, into the blackness.

I was going to use Lecrae’s new single for this. So I looked it up and listened to it. (I’ll Find You ft. Tori Kelly. Great song – amazing verses.) But then I just continued staring off into space.

My courage still wavered.

So I picked up my phone and flipped to my memo pad where I had written one night last week and I feel like that’s what I needed – to reread “‘Just’ Trust God.”

When I wrote it I was actually doing wonderfully. I wasn’t having an issue with trust that much really, it just struck me so I started tapping out words, my random scribbles. Now I’m glad I did. Because I needed this reminder in a bad way. I needed the reminder to surrender, that His love is superior.


“Just trust God and He’ll get you through it,” he told me most sweetly as we conversed. Yet still inside my humanness cried, slightly outraged.

Because UGH. That has to be the most maddening phrase.

Maddening because I know it’s true. And it sound so easy so I think it should be too. And I realize how simple it truly is. And it makes me want to hit something.

Because let’s be real. I don’t want to give up my control. 

Of course, that’s not what my mind is murmuring. But that’s what my heart is hammering home.

And I realize it really is all about that – my starving for control. I think I have a better plan than He does. I become a god in my own eyes. My ways are best. My road offers more rest.

And I go to Him so hurt and confused by how He can’t see this. And I don’t even see that’s what I’m doing.

Oh to be blinded.

And then reminded and able to see.

God is faithful. He is. And the foolishness of God is wiser than man, and the weakness of God is stronger than man. (1 Cor. 1:25)

There may seem like there’s no “just” about it. Because a lot of the time it’s a constant war – I’d know. But you’ve gotta keep fighting the good fight. Press on, friend.

His plan is better. Perfect. Good. Glorious. 

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, to those who are called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)

That may be an “over-commercialized” verse that your eyes want to glaze over because those ears have heard it a million times. But it’s completely and utterly true.

He’s bigger. It’s for your good, my good.

Trust God. He’ll get you through it. Because His love is superior. And that means His plans are too.


© Copywrite 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in The Scribbles

See, God’s Got You

I sat here discouraged. I told my dear friend, “I’m probably just tired. I should sleep.” But that’s not true. I mean, sure things do seem worse when one is tired – and I am tired, but that doesn’t decide the condition of the spirit. And my spirit was, well, downcast.

So I was headed to bed, but you see I just got my first official phone today (yay to be way behind times!) and so I lifted it up off my floor where it lay charging and I was, well… surprised.

Surprised because I opened Messenger and I had a note from a sweet soul who I don’t know that well at all. I merely see her in passing from time to time. So I thought to myself, “Huh, that’s sweet.” And I was wondering what she had to say.

So I clicked and read.

And then a lump grew in my throat and tears pushed at my eyes, begging to be released.

She told me she’s always been intrigued but has never clicked on my posts until the other day. And that she’s glad she did because she was really able to connect with whatever I was saying… And that this just isn’t something everyone can do. She wrote that God has gifted me. Told me I’ve inspired her in her own writing…

And I thought, “Wow.”

Just wow.

And I think of how I ran from blogging even though I knew I should go for it for so long. And now every time doubt creeps along God won’t let me make myself one with a wall.

I get to this place where I don’t even want to be the background. I want to be invisible. Being seen, read, heard – it’s scary, man. So much responsibility. I’m bound to mess up big time. But He refuses to let me hide.

So I’m humbled.

Amazed. In awe. Inspired.

And I think it’s the absolute coolest thing in the entire world that God would choose to use my little words to inspire another’s!

I’m a broken instrument in the hands of the Greatest. And so are you. We’re totally in this together friends!

I write because I must. My very soul cries out and the only way it is released is on page, letters spelling out words spelling out emotion.

And I’m just a petrified little human. Too afraid of moving to place one foot in front of the other sometimes… Maybe you are too, maybe it’s not about writing though, but something else altogether…  Let me remind you as I have been reminded so loud and clear and beautiful tonight. I’m the words of my dear friend: “See Cherri, God’s got you.”

He’s got you covered!

Find yourself a soul who will build you up and remind you of this.  To rejoice when you are rejoicing, because they were praying and saddened when you were down.

And never forget, there is hope in these shadows.

There is hope.

Let us not grow weary of doing good for in due season will we reap, if we do not give up. (Gal. 6:9) His grace is sufficient for you, for me, His power is made perfect in your weakness, in mine. (2 Cor. 12:9)

Don’t be anxious and afraid to let your light shine. Oh when He is your confidence, your courage the weight really falls off. And sometimes, if you’re anything like me that means it’s more like an avalanche. Boulders are coming off. Blessed be His Name forevermore!

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my Salvation and my God. (Psalm 42:5)

Indeed I shall praise Him!


© Copywrite 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in Monday Melodies

Monday Melodies: Stand Strong

Today I’m throwing back to 2014, when Moriah Peters’ “Stand Strong” was first heard playing through my headphones.

I have not listened to it in years, but I’ve heard it in my head all day now: “Stand, stand strong. Keep holding on.” I’m really grateful, for this because moments ago I was shaking from tension.

I’ve been reminded that this is not my fight. It’s not mine. Peace washes over me, though still I tremble, for God – He is bigger.

I encourage you to do as the same, friends – stand strong, keep holding on. Do not be afraid, He’ll keep you safe. Through the fire, He makes you brave. He’s got you covered. He’s got me covered. So stand strong.

“Stand Strong”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

With a soul as bold as lions
And a strength to face the giants
Come and join us, sound the sirens
For the King who saved the world

Hear the voices in the night
We sing till sunrise

Stand, stand strong (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Keep holding on (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
We sing blessed are the persecuted
Blessed are the weak and wounded
This is your song
Stand, stand strong (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Stand, stand strong (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

If the gravity pulls you down, down, down
Or you’re lost and want to get found
Lift your eyes and turn around now
Can you see you’re not alone

Raise our voices in the night and sing

So do not be afraid, He’ll keep you safe
Through the fire, He makes you brave
So do not be afraid, He’ll keep you safe
Through the fire, He makes you brave”


© Copywrite 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in The Scribbles

Don’t Fear

I was just sitting here – worrying about tomorrow. And I thought, you know, maybe someone else is too.

I know that when I rise in the morning a war will be raging. When I put both feet on the floor and walk out my bedroom door I will step out onto a battle field.

And I was so full of fear. So much anxiety was already taking hold within my heart. But then I took a deep breathe and I sat back and I had the same realization I have every time tension grips my soul:

God – He is bigger.  

And I’m reminded of the paragraph that finds its residence on crinkled paper within the cover of my Bible. I know I’ve shared it before, but I must share it once more.

“And when you feel that tension, don’t fear. Turn it into a fierce sword wielding power with His Word and battle against the struggle that is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of the wickedness in the heavenly places. The oppressiveness you feel? It’s real! The Lord is turning you into a warrior for His Kingdom! Resist, stand firm! Put on truth, righteousness, the gospel of peace, faith that extinguishes all the flaming arrows of the evil one, salvation to guard your mind, and then pray and petition at all times in the Spirit, be on the alert with all perseverance and petition for all the saints. (Eph. 6:something)”

It put things into perspective for me.

Yeah, I might greatly dislike change and the conflict it’s often brings. But that doesn’t mean change is wrong. It can still be good. Even if things explode.

And when souls grow upset and weary, I am reminded that this is war. But it’s not against them. Not against her or him. This is not of flesh and blood. This is against the cosmic powers and authorities of this present darkness.

So tonight, instead of fretting and having tension steal my peace, I shall continue praying. I don’t have to be unprepared!

Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. (Ephesians 6:13)

The Holy Spirit dwells within me!

What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son but gave him up for us all, how will He not also with him graciously give us all things? Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died – more than that, who was raise – who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger or sword? As it is written, “For your sake we are being killed all the day long; we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present nor thing to come, nor powers, nor height nor depths, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:31-39)

He’s in you. So when you start to feel that tension, when it threatens to disarm you, do not fear. Instead be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might. Put on the full armor of God.

He is bigger. Blessed be His Name forevermore!


© Copywrite 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in The Scribbles

Happy Sweet Sixteen, Sister!

I just realized I never posted yesterday. And yesterday was Monday.

UGH.

But I guess I’ll cry later because for now I’ve got other things to accomplish.

Such as writing a sappy birthday note to a certain someone.

That’s right. I come here to write some sappy stuff.

It’s a delight how maple trees spit out a sticky substance and then crazy Canadians catch it and make it into sweet syrup.

Or how you can be chasing a bear through the forest and then all the sudden you stumble and collide smack dab with a tree, but instead of bouncing back you find that you’re now attached because that stuff they call sap has found you…

Well, okay, so maybe that’s not the kind of sappiness you were thinking of. But I tell you, Cora, if I am ever to be chasing a bear through the forest I hope you’re there too, because if I have to die like that I’d like to die with you. Because I’m sure you’d make it entertaining and exciting and probably a lot more dramatic too. And you’d make me a little less fearful and maybe we’d even be laughing.  Okay so probably we’d be screaming, but it would have a certain depth of humor to it, don’t you think?

Happy birthday, little sister. You may be younger, but you don’t look it, and you’re surely not smaller. But you used to be. Like in those head-first-into-the-garbage-can days when we were two little rebels who refused to sleep when we went to bed so we did acrobatics instead. More like we attempted to do so.

Fun times.

Back then you always wanted to match me. Now you just steal all my clothes – or you would if I let you, but I’m mean and cruel and don’t most of the time. But you know, the thing is, you’re not mean and cruel like I am. And you let me wear your $90 (ahem, $100) shoes – even when it’s raining. So yeah, I’ll never be as nice as that-one-person-you-always-tell-me-would (multiplication 101, except I just accept it – heehee!). And I’ll never be as sweet or funny, but I love you.

I know you know that because I love you enough to wake you up too early in the morning on your birthday to tell you happy birthday even when I know you won’t be able to fall back asleep. If that’s not true love I don’t know what is. But hey, tradition cannot be broken and we know this and we can’t let it happen.

Happy birthday to you sister!!! Happy sweet sixteen! I hope you have a beautiful day even though it’s a strange year because we’re all sick and tired and unable to move.

I think you’re like the most beautiful human being. And I love it when you dance even if you’re “not a pro” and even if it disturbs me because you shouldn’t bend like that. I know you can be sassy, but I have seen the sweet and I think that’s what’s so cool about you is that you’re this delightful mixture of sweet and salty, sort of like a perfect chocolate covered potato chip, ya know.

That’s right. I just called you a potato.

But you are one heck of a great one, you know. So thanks for making me laugh and for making my life completely not boring and for all the moments when you’ve put up with my pigheadedness.

A lot of the time when someone has such an extremely gorgeous face it turns out they’re anything but sweet and humble on the inside. You’ve defied the odds.

I love how you’re never jealous of those who get better parts than you in shows, but rather you stand up for them and encourage them with your whole heart and then put your all into your part. You’re so completely genuine too. You don’t join the gossip, you keep your mouth closed or put an end to it altogether. I love that you’re strong enough to do so. You don’t cave, you remain steadfast.

Blessed are those who are pure in heart, for they shall see God. (Matthew 5:8) You’re gonna see God, sister.

You’re my favorite. And I love you, I love you double.

Happiest of Sweet Sixteens to you!!


© Copywrite 2017 by Cherri Lynne