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These Simple Things: December’s Crisp

I feel December’s crisp. Loose tank top and jeans that don’t quite fit – they’re way too big, so delightfully baggy… barefoot on the concrete and my soul sings ’cause baby it’s coooooold. And I tip toe back inside so quick, as if I’m trying not to freeze.

It’s a whole fifty-five degrees.

This heart’s overflowing for all this beauty. The moonbeams are casting a fine glow. And my spirit soars. So I open the backdoor and the downstairs floods, full of delight, and the chipper temp trickles in and I smile.

Smile big, and there’s so much joy. I want to twirl in circles, giggling. I want to hold my dearest close.

And these eyes shine, for they’ve caught a glimpse of Him.

It’s messy, this life. And this hair too. And it’s grave, this situation in which I’ve been placed. And yet the courage to rise and face, to stand, to not run away… He’s granted it.

So that’s why I sit here amazed. I’m soaking up this glory. His glory. This gift.

The hard just got harder. But the Great shines through all the Greater. And so I sing, because there’s this Peace which surpasses all understanding and it’s guarding my heart and mind through Christ Jesus. And I awkwardly dance in the vaguest of vague and don’t really explain. But the details aren’t what’s necessary, it’s the reality.

And reality is, even in the middle of the messy – and boy is it ugly mess, let me not minimize the messy – in the middle of it all, He’s good. He’s bigger. And that’s why I’m sitting here, laptop plopped on legs cris-crossed, scribbling. Because He’s beautiful. So glorious. And it makes me wanna shout from the rooftop.

Maybe you’re facing a hard reality too. Maybe you’re confused, frustrated, fearful. I feel you. I so feel you. And I’m gonna pray right now that He gives you eyes to see that He’s greater. “Courage to rise and believe He’s able,” as this beautiful song a friend sent me this morning sings.

He’s so much bigger. Bigger then my biggest fears. So I sit here, still. Resting in His promises. Smiling because of moonlight.

He’s greater, friends. He’s good.

“My Prayer For You” Alisa Turner

“For anyone who’s prayed a thousand prayers
And still can’t find the answer anywhere
Fighting off the lie that no one cares
For anyone who’s out there losing hope
Feeling you’re forsaken and alone
Clinging to the last strands of your rope

May God give you eyes to see, He’s still greater
Courage to rise and believe He’s able
May God be your peace in the fire you’re walking through
This is my prayer now
This is my prayer for you

For all of those with tired and weary souls
But still have faith to ask for miracles
Choosing to believe He’s in control

May God give you eyes to see, He’s still greater
Courage to rise and believe He’s able
May God be your peace in the fire you’re walking through
This is my prayer now
This is my prayer

May your eyes be ever on the Lord, your helper
May you find your refuge in the Lord, your shelter
May you find Him closer than a brother all your days
All of your days!

May God give you eyes to see, He’s still greater
Courage to rise and believe He’s able
May God be your peace in the fire you’re walking through
This is my prayer now
This is my prayer for you!”


© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

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Tears

10.27.17

I’m lying here. Scrolling. Mindlessly scrolling through the great abyss of Facebook, not even stopping to glance at a single post. The lump in my throat is growing, growing. Yet these salty tears won’t drop.

Emotional, yet too stubborn to let them fall.

So I mindlessly scroll.

“You should go out and cry in the moonlight,” he suggests.

And they almost start flowing simply from seeing those words written out. Because he knows me too well. My heart nearly overflows under the pressure of his care.

Moonlight’s the soothing to my sorrowful soul.

I cannot cry when it’s bright, only under the night sky. To the sound of silence and the distant roar of engines. While pool equipment runs it’s course, and crickets chirp their noise.

On a day when tears press and beg to run, if I give in, if I walk beneath the stars, they race. And as I sit here, back against trampoline’s supportive pole, they fall.

I think this is the sixth or seventh, maybe even eighth, time I’ve cried in the last week.

They’re flowing, wracking my rib cage, steaming down my face, now down my neck. Racing.

We’re texting and they’re still falling. And now this nose is getting carried away. Dripping alongside my eye’s salty droplets.

“It’s okay to cry.”

His words are comfort to my soul.

At last I blow, then breathe deep. The water stops leaking. Snot’s not falling. Heart returns to normal beat.

And I know I again shall weep, even if not on this night. For the pain that grips me over the loss of a dear, sweet soul is not to lie forgotten. It cuts deep.

The regret built in my heart will not repair itself. It hurts.

Yet the care, the love of my dearest friend, sticks with me. Along with the love of God.

For we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. – 2 Corinthians 4:7-10


© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

Posted in These Simple Things

These Simple Things: Little Lost Kitty

I hop out the passenger door as she quickly jumps in. We exchange places, mom whisking her off to dance. And I am left home alone, eager to soak up the solitude and breathe deep after a very emotionally exhausting couple weeks.

I’m laden by backpack, focused on going inside and then my eyes meet the face of a kitty, all cuddled beneath a bush ten feet ahead of me. I stop dead in my tracks and stare. A almost giggly grin lights my face, awe written on my features.

“Guys, look.” I point.  “A kitty.”

And then they’re off, and I’m left alone to approach this darling creature.

There’s gravel crunching with each step, delight growing in my soul, heart hopeful this cute thing won’t run. I get closer and closer, dreading him darting fast. And yet he remains. I reach the border between my yard and the common area next door and sit. Eighteen inches from the brown fur ball, all filled with leaves and sticks. He stays.

My hand reaches out, alongside my heart, fingers wiggling. Teasing. Inviting. He’s peaceful, though cautious.

Meow. 

My spirit soars and I give a little squeal. And soon we’re impersonating one another.

Meow. Meow.

My heart is melted. And we stay this way for some time.

I grow braver, believing he won’t run, and inch closer. Closer and closer and then I touch.

Will he go? My heart’s filled half way with dread, so in awe. It’s too good to be true.

My brown gift’s purrs shake his frame. And now he’s rolling onto his back, legs up. I pet his stomach.

The purring continues. And if my heart could purr it’d be purring too. Because right then, in the midst of the mundane, He gave me a small glimpse of His simple gifts. The ones that seem coincidental, but instead were perfectly known before time began.

Oh how He loves.

I spent the afternoon – hours and hours  – staring, stroking, stunned by beauty and the texture of soft fur. Soaking up the kindness of my Creator who decided to place that lost little creature in my mundane Monday. To stir a soul of gratitude in a time when sorrow has filled many moments. To fill my weary soul with gladness.

I’m filled with gladness indeed. And I’m grateful for these simple things.


© Copyright 2017 by Cherri Lynne

“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