Full Potential

Who hasn’t asked themselves deep questions? Why am I here? What am I supposed to do with my life?

I found an answer in a most unusual object. One of my friends is really into orchids, and I have been trying out my green thumb with their supervision. It is the most amazing, beautiful joy to watch these flowers start to bloom. And that got me thinking about children. They are like these orchids, full of potential, ready to bloom with the right encouragement. We all are!

OrchidsOrchid Bloom
by Sara Marie Allen

Purple baubles on a necklace
line the stem like dew
with so much promise.
Light and water coax
each fragile box to open.
One by one, the jewels unfurl,
delicate beauty’s blossom,
until its moment arrives,
suspended in mid-air,
realizing the full potential.

May we be the encouraging light and water to each other as we realize our full potential!

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Messy Room

Our Moving Truck Mess

I know it’s shocking, but my kids have perpetually messy rooms. Oh, they “clean” them, sure. And it will look clean–on the surface. But if I open drawers or the closet, peek under the bed or in the “dirty” clothes bin… If I pull out all that stuff? It’s messier than it was before!

Now, when I’ve got my “good mom” hat on (and the time), I sit down in the room with them and help sort, instructing them what goes where (even though they already know!).

But it’s WAY easier to try to hide the mess than to actually clean it up. And that’s when it hit me:

I do that with my SIN!!!

Instead of dealing with it head-on, I stuff it under my bed or hide it the waaaaay back of the closet to clean up another day. And if you opened the door to my room, it looks pretty clean.

But the mess is still there.

Sometimes, in those moments when I’m listening really well, the Lord is with me, gently pulling out the mess from the nooks. And makes a big pile. Overwhelming.

But one thing at a time, He is helping me clean up my room.

Someday, a really long time from now, my room will be clean. Really clean.

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A Found Poem

This “found poem” isn’t a real “found poem” (those are poems you make from words already written), but I literally found this poem tucked away in a drawer this week while I was sorting and cleaning. I thought it was worth sharing because I loved the imagery, especially at the end:

Through a Child’s Eyes
by Sara Marie Allen

A child’s face reveals the horror of the cross,
of violent crown,
terrible mocking,
heaviness of wood and exhaustion,
sadness of nails piercing flesh,
of blood and water flowing,
grief of burdens and sin separating.

Once numb to the gruesome cost of forgiveness,
Now tears
roll down my cheeks,
and stone is flesh again–
Moving aside to reveal
resurrection of the heart.

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My ____th Birthday…

I just had a birthday. And felt a little older. Okay, maybe a LOT older. For some reason, some numbers bother me more than others! Isn’t it odd how birthdays switch from being these wonderful celebrations of the passing of years (up to a certain age) to marks on a calendar marching toward the end? (I know I’m in the middle, but still–it switched) Again, I wrote a poem like I always do when I’m feeling… older… Enjoy! (I think there may be a poetry chapbook in the making with all these poems–we’ll see how many more I write!)

Sara's 10th bday

My 10th birthday–back when birthdays were celebrations! BTW, my dad in the background was YOUNGER than I am now… Weird!

“__” (my age)
By Sara Marie Allen

Don’t say it’s just a number,
That, for my age, I’m cute.
Don’t tell me I’m still young inside
My wrinkled birthday suit.
Just light up all those candles,
On my favorite dessert,
And hand over the presents,
To help take away the hurt.
Another year is finished,
With one fewer left to go.
And birthdays, once a fun affair,
Have now become my foe.

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Photo Friday #6 Good Friday and the Lamb

The Lamb

“Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength
and honor and glory and praise!” (Revelation 5:12)

On the calendar we call today “Good Friday.” But it is only good in retrospect.

Today Christians remember the death that Jesus Christ suffered on the cross and the way he paid for our sins that we can have eternal life in heaven. He could do it because he was perfect, innocent, completely sinless. The Bible sometimes refers to Jesus as “The Lamb” because in ancient Judaism, God had told his people to sacrifice animals, perfect ones, to cover their sins. In Romans 6:10 it says, “The death [Jesus] died, he died to sin once for all…”

And it is also Good Friday because he’s alive. He didn’t stay dead. Romans 6:23 says “The wages of sin is death…” Jesus couldn’t stay dead because he hadn’t sinned. Acts 2 puts it this way:This man was handed over to you by God’s deliberate plan and foreknowledge; and you, with the help of wicked men, put him to death by nailing him to the cross. But God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him.”

And now, we travel closer to Sunday, the day when the stone was rolled away from his tomb, and he rose from the dead… Continuing with Romans 6: “In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.” So we, too can go from death to life–eternal life–if we believe in Jesus’ sacrificial death on our behalf on the cross and his resurrection.

We can say again, “Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!”

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Coupons (I’m sure many of you can relate!)

IMG_6454I have friends who “save” HUNDREDS of dollars a month clipping coupons. But despite my best efforts, I’ve never been able to get the hang of using them. For those like ME, and not my coupon-clipping pals: this poem’s for you!

“Coupons” by Sara Marie Allen

I’m not a coupon diva or a clipping queen,
But I aspire to save myself a little bit of green.
When the Sunday news arrives, intimidated by this sport,
I scan each page quite carefully, and clip and coupon sort.
I try to get all organized and start to make a plan,
And hope I don’t leave them at home on my desk again.
With fistfuls of “free money,” I’m determined not to fail,
But often lose them as I go, like Gretel’s paper trail.
And when I find the item I have the coupon for,
The brand that’s still far cheaper is the one sold by the store.
By then, I do not want it, and sigh in pure frustration.
I dumbly stuff them in my purse, with mounting consternation.
The worst is when, at check out, I forget to hand them in,
And the sticker shock of purchase voids the deals I’ll never win.
This coupon queen’s retired, with my cancelled news subscription–
And stress-free, deal-free shopping is my hopeful acquisition.

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