“At the center of self-will is me, carving a world in my image. At the center of prayer is God, carving me in His Son’s image.” – Paul E. Miller

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Monday Melodies: Faithful

Hey hey hey! It’s Monday. Geesh. I almost missed it. Almost let posting slip my mind.

Tonight I’d like to share a song, a Monday melody. I haven’t done this in awhile.

I’m so scatterbrained. I’m so everywhere. Please excuse me.

But HE IS FAITHFUL, my friends – HE’S FAITHFUL.

And that’s something I really needed reminded of last night, as I was cuddled in a cloud blanket out on my trampoline with tears on my cheeks. So thankful that I know the dearest soul and he could remind me of such things. So grateful to God for a gift so large as I lay blinded.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. – Philippians 4:6-7

It made me cry harder. But this time cry out. To the One who hears all cries. And is greater than all that brings me sorrow, all that brings me joy.

He’s bigger.

So thankful also for Sarah Reeves and her song “Faithful.” Thankful for it’s soothing tones and for the lyrics that reminded me once more of His goodness.

I am quite frankly overwhelmed with gratitude.

“Faithful”

“Even when I cannot see, you are moving
Even when I cannot hear, you are singing over me
Even when I can’t hold on, you won’t let me go
You are faithful. You are faithful.

Hallelujah, my soul will sing
Hallelujah, You are good to me
You are faithful, always faithful

Even when my faith is tried, you’re providing
Even though my flesh may fail, you’re the strength when I am weak
Even when I run away, You will wait for me
To come back home, oh I’m coming home.

Hallelujah, my soul will sing
Hallelujah, You are good to me
You are faithful, always faithful

Everything I wanted, everything I needed is found is you God.
Everything I wanted, everything I needed

Hallelujah, my soul will sing
Hallelujah, You are good to me
You are faithful, always faithful”


© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in CW Posts - The Novel Project

NP9: Wind’s Tender Whisper

Soooooooo…. throwback to the beginning of May…. Finally I’m posting it. This story is a bit of a strange one, but actually it’s one of my favorites I’ve ever written, simply for the ocean scene. I read it again and I actually grin so big because I so want to be there!

Enjoy.


“Wind’s Tender Wisper” is a story of hope. A soul yearning for freedom and rest being found again in Christ. “I lift my eyes up to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth. He will not let your foot be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade in your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all evil; He will keep your life. The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.” Psalm 121


Wind’s Tender Whisper

I’m laying here, flat on my stomach, elbows perched up, on a towel covering a slice of the concrete slab in my backyard. Now that I think of it, this position is most uncomfortable, but truly I don’t mind.

See, the gentle wind wraps around me like a tender whisper caressing not only my warm, sun-kissed skin, but also my very soul. To look upon me now one might never even consider the emotions that have been coursing through me, rarely pausing for a break.

I drop my arms and turn my head to the right. I am spread out, fabric curled beneath my head offering me a pillow of peace. My eyelids drop. I breathe, picturing a perfect place.

A paradise.

A special spot where, sure there is still sorrow, yet it is swept away by Majesty. The birds sing their melodies to the King of Kings, my hair flutters about.

I see the ocean.

To my left perfect, pale sand stretches thirty feet whereupon it meets with the sea reaching on and on into eternity. Waves of blue-green lap at the shoreline, offering their greetings by a slight spray of salt water. Up above dainty white clouds paint a scene of serenity, a sweet detail added to the flawless sky of lavender tinged blue. Souvenir shops, tranquil coffee houses, and an abnormal number of bike rentals line the view to my right.

The smell of salty splendor, recently sliced fruit, and happy humans with an undertone of fresh, ocean-caught fish fills the air, surrounding spirits. Up ahead a two week old baby lets out its tiny cry. I can feel her soft flesh on my fingertips though I merely gaze upon her with my eyes. Seagulls screech their songs as they savor the moment. Children giggle and squeal with delight as sandcastles begin to form. A young, enchanted man chases a giggling female up the coast. He catches her and hand in hand they make their way into the waves.

All around me there is joy as I fly down the over-sized sidewalk on a beach cruiser right beside the friend dearest to me in all the earth.

There is no need to utter a single sentence. Not even a mere word. A smile shines through my eyes, my face a picture of absolute ease. I take a deep breath. There is no worry. No tension touches my heart. Only an overwhelming sense of beauty flows.

My lashes lift, my elbows support my upper body once more, but the image remains.

Four F-35’s fly past in faultless formation. I glance the other way, beyond the wooden shed offering me shade and the sun blinds me. It’s the strangest day in Arizona’s May I’ve ever experienced. A perfect mixture of sunbeams and clouds. A high of a mere seventy-five! I don’t understand how this can be so.

It’s tough to imagine the seemingly endless tears that have formed and fallen over the last twenty-four hours. For my soul is finally at rest.

Whom the Son sets free is free indeed.

Oh how often I forget. One week of insanity spins me out of control and before I realize it I’m way off kilter, nearly yearning to be stuck in a cage once more.

Hope is freedom. Freedom is hope.

Hope. The deadliest of weapons. Hope. The giver of life.

Doubt. The killer of all things good and right and wonderful.

When did I forget that You’re with me to the end? That though once I was lost, now I’ve been found. And there at the cross You forgave me – of it all. You’ve already paid what it cost and You’re holding me in Your arms.

I’ve been a scattered heart in a troubled city. Occupied, yet feeling empty. A soul as still as a statue. Yearning for a glimpse of hope, yet too terrified and paralyzed in all of my uncertainties.

I’ve been trapped behind the walls of my own heart. Chains have surrounded my hands and feet. I’ve been begging Him to rescue me.

But do I even know what I’m searching for? Would I see it if it stared me in the eyes?

Evidently not. For my eyes, they had wondered. Oh when did I forget?

There is hope. The Holy Spirit dwells within me.

I am free.


© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in CW Posts - The Sandbox

S9: One Must Open And Close

Awhile back I was asked to pick up ten books, write their opening and closing lines, and then pick a favorite and say why. It was an assignment I found most interesting. Here it is for you, if you think you’ll find it interesting too.


1. “Where Shadows Lie” by Tialla Rising
Opening Line: I jam my crowbar into the crack of the door.
Closing Line: Hope.

2. “Death by Living” by N.D. Wilson
Opening Line: Yoo-hoo.
Closing Line: Life is now.

3. “The Princess” by Lori Wick
Opening Line: Pen in hand, Daria parker bent over her personal journal, her eyes and mind intent.
Closing Line: “No one else would make it half as fun to be the prince.”

4. “Surprised by Joy” by C.S. Lewis
Opening Line: I was born in the winter of 1898 at Belfast, the son of a solicitor and of a clergyman’s daughter.
Closing Line: Not, of course that I don’t often catch myself stopping to stare at roadside objects of even less importance.

5. “Anne of Avonlea” by L.M. Montgomery
Opening Line: A tall, slim girl, “half-past sixteen,” with serious gray eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on the broad red sandstone doorstep of a Prince Edward Island farmhouse one ripe afternoon in August, firmly resolved to construe so many lines of Virgil.
Closing Line: And over the river in purple durance the echoes bided their time.

6. “Redeeming Love” by Francine Rivers
Opening Line: Alex Stafford was just like Mama said.
Closing Line: An angel.

7. “Dragons of the Watch” by Donita K. Paul
Opening Line: Ellie sat on her favorite boulder and looked Tak right in the eyes, telling him what was on her mind.
Closing Line: The wind picked up and the swirl began.

8. “Raiders from the Sea” by Lois Walfrid Johnson
Opening Line: Without making a sound, Briana O’Toole slipped out the door to walk the mountain behind her home.
Closing Line: Somewhere a dog barked.

9. “Waylander” by David Gemmell
Opening Line: The monster watched from the shadows as the armed men, torches aloft, entered the darkness of the mountain.
Closing Line: “No, he was a stranger. A waylander.”

10. “Wild Thing” by Dandi Daley Mackall
Opening Line: My mom used to say, “Winnie Willis, in the beginning God created heaven and earth and horses.
Closing Line: “From now on we’re Winnie and Nickers.”

The award for best opening and closing line probably goes to “Death by Living” because it pretty much sums up the book so perfectly in those four simple words. And also it sort of shows his style there too, by starting with the “yoo-hoo.” But a close second has to be “Where Shadows Lie” because it goes from dramatic – things aren’t safe – to “hope.”


© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in The Scribbles

Ninety-Two

Ninety-two.

Guys, it is only ninety-two degrees and the daylight is fast fading!

Can it get any more beautiful?

I wanted to come out here to soak up the beauty of this life. To be still before Creator God.

To be still and know that He is God.

And I discovered His gift of this brilliant weather. The sky a rainbow, looking from the setting sun. A pallet of pastels painting a picture words could not begin to capture.

The sound of summer still hums down, cicada singing from their branches. And just like that they cease for dusk has come upon this city.

My already full-to-bursting heart brims with this gratitude that goes far beyond the concrete and into the realm of things unseen. I sit here, upon this bouncy mat, amazed.

His glory’s on display.

I’ve never seen it more clearly in all my born days as I have within the last month.

I landed upon that discovery as I sat talking to my dearest friend mere hours ago. My sleep has been much sounder, fears not so crippling. There is just no room for worry when your heart is always singing praise, so overwhelmed by thanksgiving and so full of contented joy.

His kindness is enormous.

My soul sings, I soar with the breeze, making a happy song.

I have not been put to shame in my hope.


© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne