“Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that He opened for us through the curtain, that is, through His flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good words, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.” -Hebrews 10:19-25

Hold Fast

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Awe and Gratitude

Stars. So many. So great. They’re twinkling above me. Shining night lights raining down.

And I’m overcome, as I have been of late, by so many emotions inside this one small, simple soul. They’re flying about, crowding around, and I’ve never been more in awe, more overwhelmed by His greatness. At times I’m rendered speechless. For the happiness – and the joy and the contentment, I should say – goes so deep.

That’s why I didn’t write last week. That’s why I struggle now. Because sometimes life is too…. too huge for words. So indescribably full of delight and tenderness and patience and wonder and glory. The heart and soul cannot pour forth letters spelling out words spelling out thought, feelings. For it’s nearly incomprehensible.

I lay back and gaze up once more, five minutes this time. And I wonder why a God would be so kind, so merciful, so full of gifts to a heart so lacking. And I wonder why me?

Life’s not fair and I see it so vividly, with so much gratitude.

And so tonight I got to be honest with you: I have few words and pretty much zero eloquence. But I have a heart that’s full to bursting. And I have a God who has shown me He gives gifts beyond wildest dreams.

Two weeks ago I begged that He’d allow me to feel. Might all numbness be chased from me. I needed to feel and face even the pain.

He answered me quite instantly. And the tears that fell were quite frankly gut wrenching.

Yet so pure, so beautiful. For to be real is to feel. And tears are a mercy.

A couple days later He took that genuinely sorrowful situation and made it all more beautiful then I kinda ever thought possible. Like truly the most beautiful.

I see it clear. His majesty’s written here, clear as these stars.

Sometimes life’s too wonderful to smile. Sometimes emotion makes the mouth mute. Sometimes tears come and you don’t know why. But you cry as you lift up your eyes to the heavens to thank Him.

And thank Him I do, in awe and gratitude.

© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in The Scribbles

Thankfulness: A Pity Party’s Cure

There are a whole lot of stars shining tonight. And the moon's here too – radiating it's perfect light.

I'm plopped down cris cross applesauce on my trampoline and yesterday comes flooding back to me. Yesterday before bed when all this disoriented fear crept in and I couldn't even pray because it was so heavily pressing down. Anything and everything was weighing on me. And I didn't want to face it.

Then I saw my foolishness. Yet it drove me farther into misery. I wanted to put my head through a wall, to scream, to sob. I wanted someone to even just affirm my mess, to affirm that I was a mess. Because then there'd be something true. Something concrete to hang onto.

And my dear friend was talking with me. And he knew this fine fix I was in. And finally I was just done. Over it. Finished discussing this. Yet still suffocating.

"How do you stop throwing a pity party when you're in one?"

I was so longing for a genuine answer that would heal the damage I had begun. Just tell me what to do for I cannot think for myself – I'm too full of me right now.

His reply came plain and simple, "That's hard. Find things to be thankful for. You can't stay in a bad mood then you're being thankful."

And man, we continued talking, we wrote down what we were thankful for. And it's true: When a heart is full of thanksgiving it cannot be sinking in despair.

Did you hear that?

When a heart is full of thanksgiving it cannot be sinking in despair.

That means no pity parties. It's not about my kingdom anymore. The haze has been lifted. My gaze is being shifted.

And it kinda hits me that a lot of the time I know all the right answers. We know what we should do. Yet still we get so caught up in me that we forget to put those truths to practice. All the functional unbelief is pressing hard and we can't see beyond that.

Sometimes we need that friend to stand with us. To remind us of what is true. And it's weird. I'm in this mess and you're telling me I'm amazing? I'm stranded and you're telling me He's got me, to give my burden to Him? That He's good?

How long had it been since I'd spoken such a thing, since I'd written it down? When did I forget His infallible goodness? That He's good in all things, superior in all things? When did I lose sight of it?

I don't know. I truly don't. Yet I see it now. I see it because it's true. As I gaze upon this moon, as it's bright, bluish tint lights up the sky, I know: He's good.

And when a heart is full of thanksgiving it cannot be sinking in despair.

© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in The Lyrics and Poems

Awestruck Wonder

A little free verse somethin’ inspired by my dear friend’s love of Colorado and the photographs I’ve been ooohing over – photographs gushing with glory from bottom to top, yet still unable to truly capture all the wonder. Wildflowers, mountaintops, creeks, waterfalls, a lake, and the like – leaving me with only two words: “Wow” and “Fake.”  

(I’ve included a couple for you. All photo credit goes to Jaedon. Enjoy!)



Awestruck Wonder

The awestruck wonder
Sweeps through my very soul,
Over every wounded piece
Into all the cracks and bruises.

The awestruck wonder
Seeps right through to the center,
Places never seen
In feelings never captured.

The awestruck wonder
Calls me back to life,
Gives me wings that I might fly,
And I wonder why
He loves a man so small
To a height so tall.

Majesty so magical
Loud shouts to shake the mountains,
Oh yet I must stare in stillness
In awestruck wonder.

© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in These Simple Things

These Simple Things: Silence


One soul dear to me lies recovering in a sterile room: The gallbladder had to go. And thank God she finally caved and found her way to the ER.

Another soul dear to me lies in pain: She trusts God, she knows she must. But how does a heart bear the news of a lifelong, 19-year-old, best friend being diagnosed with cancer?

I sat full of sorrow. Shoulders weary, heart hurting, helpless.

I could’ve cried. Tears did come, as I rested on that plastic patio seat, tortured thoughts swirling round. Yet I was not alone. For I know a dearest soul and he sat with me in silence.

And I think that’s one of the most beautiful blessings given on this earth – the gift of silence. And the people who dare to bare your burdens even when your pride wants to carry them all alone.

© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims His handiwork. Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard. Their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them He has set a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber, and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy. Its rising is from the end of the heavens, and its circuit to the end of them, and there is nothing hidden from its heat. The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple; the precepts of the Lord are right,
rejoicing the heart; the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes; the fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever; the rules of the Lord are true, and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb. Moreover, by them is your servant warned; in keeping them there is great reward. Who can discern His errors? Declare me innocent from hidden faults. Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me! Then I shall be blameless, and innocent of great transgression. Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” – Psalm 19


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I See, I Beam


I’m laying here on my trampoline and the humidity is like super incredible. So much so that I am not even mad that I missed the rain that poured down a couple hours ago, the first droplets of monsoon season.

Truth be told it’s, umm… way too late. But as I just asked my dear friend, “How am I supposed to sleep when my heart is so happy?”

And I mean that. Seriously. I’m gonna burst of happy. My cheeks hurt. I’m smiling too much. But what can a soul do when the moon’s grinning straight at ’em? There is no resisting.

And better yet what defense has a smile against praying for a dear soul, talking to that dear soul – all while staring at the smiling moon?

I tell you: there is none to be had.

I’d run around shouting if all my neighbors and family didn’t lay sound asleep just inside those stuccoed walls. Some majesty is just far too great.

So my face aches from joy. And I sit here content as content comes.

And so you think, what has her in such fine spirits?

And I look back to a few hours ago and I’m squished between the edge of the couch and a beautiful Bella. And I’m practically sitting on her because four of us – small as we are – don’t fit on those small, dark cushions.

We’re studying the Word. And then we get to prayer requests and I feel bold enough to blurt mine out. And I do. My stomach is just getting worse and I’m dropping pounds I don’t have to lose and my muscles are abandoning me and my belly’s not enjoying this thing called life. And it’s a struggle because I had to change my IV a couple weeks ago because something in it was making me feel as if I was on drugs. And it was making me so anxious and irritated. That’s gone now, but my stomach isn’t getting what it needs. I go to get another IV tomorrow and I’m hoping I can talk to the doc and figure things out…

And then Jill asks for praises and I say my week has been simply the most wonderful and I’m beaming and they all turn their heads and think, “Maybe she’s being sarcastic,” but I’m not. Heck no, I’m not. I’m living and I’m seeing a little heaven touching earth. And I’m beaming because how can one soul bare so much glory on display?

And then it’s back to the moonlight. And I am texting my dear friend and I love having an iPhone because this means I can write on with my finger and send it. And so I do. I send a simple “G’night” and I think I’ll be sleeping soon but then he tells me my writing is pretty. And he’s said it before and I love writing. But in that moment I see it. “Me thinks it’s time I started writing again.” And I mean blogging writing and he knows it. And he says he thinks so too.

And he knows I had to break. And he’s prayed. And now I know it’s time. So I flip to my “Notes” and start typing away. And this comes.

And I had thought starting back up would be rough. I never knew where to begin again. Maybe I’d lost my touch. But now I see, I was trying to too soon. Now I see, oh I see all the beauty.

Life, oh life, it is a gift so large. And God, oh He is good – stomach a wreck or perfect. He cares. And my heart overflows because I see. I see so clearly.

The warm, sticky breeze surrounds me. My heart soars. It’s not hot, it’s not dry. Fresh air has been tasted. I have seen that the Lord is good.

So I grin. My lips curve upwards, my cheeks lift, my eyes squint. I stare at the laughing moon and am overwhelmed by such immense glory.

The time has finally arrived.

I write.

©Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne