God's Work-In-Progress Writing With The Scars

God's Work-In-Progress Writing With The Scars

by Christine A. Vassell-Morgan

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Overview

This book, a compilation of poems, written for the purpose of capturing and relating the story of an everyday soul. A soul whose life journey experienced, witnessed and envisioned the struggles and unexpected unfoldings of God.

These incidents and events are as real as the air we breathe. Some of the depictions may be terrifying. They were equally terrifying and eventually humbling for this soul.

The book offers solace and escape, as it shares anguish and happiness, miracles and bewilderment. God used these trials to fashion the free-spirited soul of a child into a strong, empathetic, and prudent woman.

The details captured in each stanza reveal the faithfulness of the Lord. When the woman inside plunged into the deep abyss of life and groped in the parched desert, she discovered her only source of escape from life’s harshness and drudge was found in God’s mercy.

The underlying stories may cause you to cry, laugh, agonize, and sympathize. They will share God’s Glory, experienced by a soul who was belittled, rejected, ridiculed, battered and torn. However, like items at a garage sale this once tattered soul was repurchased and is now being used by God anew!

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Christine, you have made Jesus so proud of you, his light is shining through your eyes and you set a perfect example of the way he would like for us all to live our lives. I am thankful he has brought in my pathway, you are an inspiration to me and I'm sure others. Thank you for sharing your diary with us, I know that it was not easy, but Jesus is going to use it for his good as well as keep you inspired to write more. GOD BLESS YOU and YOURS

- Barbara Ferguson



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ISBN-13: 9781449034191
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 03/24/2010
Pages: 164
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.38(d)

About the Author

I was born, raised and educated in Kingston & St. Andrew, Jamaica, West Indies with the given name Christine Vassell. After High School graduation, I worked as a Secretary for a major Life Insurance company for eight years; and concurrently attended The Jamaican Institute of Management (J.I.M.), where I earned a Diploma in Marketing Management in 1994.

I migrated to The United States in 1996, worked as a Typist for a major Auto Insurance company; attended and graduated Cuyahoga Community College, in Cleveland, Ohio, with an Associate of Science, degree in Microcomputer Applications.

I am currently a baccalaureate level student at Dallas Baptist University, and a member of Grace Fellowship church in Grand Prairie, Texas, under the tutelage of Pastor Joe and Debra Oakley. I reside in Texas with my wonderful family and thank God each day for each moment he has allotted for me to love and enjoy their presence. I love school, and enjoy writing, reading, and feeding my spiritual life!

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GOD'S WORK-IN-PROGRESS WRITING WITH THE SCARS

GOD'S GLORY
By CHRISTINE A. VASSELL-MORGAN

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2010 Christine A. Vassell-Morgan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4490-3419-1


Chapter One

In Restful Stance (I.R.S.)

In restful stance, in God I stand when in the fiery furnace unsteadily I land. When problems loom, and the path stretches to gloom, when it seems there's no escape and I plunge into doom. In restful stance I will continue to stand, as He steadies my plunge with His outstretched hand.

When worries in my stomach sit, and no-where along the path is a candle lit. When in the darkness alone and at last I sit I'm really not alone, Jesus is there in the darkness of the pit. He does not need to plan His visit; so, in restful stance in God I'll stand, as I rest in the comfort of His sheltering hands.

He'll cover me under His wings so secure and in a fetal posture I will curl as He shields me from the ferocious furnace of this world. Inside His light will glow so bright as it illuminates and serves as my constant guide. He'll steer me to His watchful sight as He guides me back to His truth and into His light. Then, in Restful Stance in God I'll stand when in the miry clay I firmly land because Jesus steady me with caring hands

As I Strive To Be More Like You Lord

As I strive to be more like you Lord, Help me: When I speak to utter words of kindness and empathy; delete from my vocabulary derogatory words which debase.

Help me: To never dub anyone outside his given name; when my tongue speaks words so careless let me not to be so thoughtless.

When I embrace: Let it be filled with love, warmth and tenderness.

When I approach others: Allow your light to be seen from without and within.

When I discipline: Let it be filled with gentleness and encouragement not anger, belittlement or dread.

When I touch: Let there be healing in my hands.

When I walk: Order my steps to be in line with where you lead.

When I read: Allow me to absorb your words inscribe them on the tablet of my heart where they may forever be found.

When I gaze: To recognize I'm witnessing your beauty, which surrounds, nature you provide for my enjoyment

Let me see: That no one is ever physically ugly but through each soul, you have allowed me to behold the many different versions of your own image, likeness and beauty.

When I think: To remember you can read my mind so kind thoughts you must always find.

Help me: To realize that if your glory is allowed to shine it would eradicate mankind hence, into the cleft of the rock Moses you hide.

When I feel the wind: Let me freely welcome your tranquil embrace.

When the ocean is in an uproar: I think of how turbulent your provoked wrath can be, were it was not for your grace and mercy.

When I hear the birds sing: Prompt me to freely offer up thanksgiving. Thunder sounds like a warning to cease disobedience Lightening, you need my undivided attention I must hurry back in your will

When I feel: The small nudge inside; That is my conscience, Your voice so peaceful and still You are guiding me back to your truth. Lord!

Help me: As I strive to be more like you.

Life's Blue Print

Our life is a blueprint A diagram God clearly revealed Yet we pursue self fulfilling purposes while the guide remains concealed.

We venture on a pathway we believe will lead us to our fate and seldom notice, it leads the wrong way until it's often too late OOPS! We have unlocked the wrong gate

The valleys and streams, which guide us to our dreams, are vividly outlined, in His masterful design.

We will reach the destination if we consult Him before hand instead of surging forward as if we are familiar with the details of His plans.

When we seek the Master's guidance He's allowed to protect us, from the devious one who seeks to devour and derail us before the Master's work is done.

We may need to detach some friends, ignore some calls, do whatever we must to avoid concealed pitfalls.

God has various assignments for us to complete. So we must keep our focus even when the road gets steep. We should allow God to guide us As we flow with the streams If we ask Him for His wisdom, He will help us fulfill our dreams.

Lord! Are You There?

Often times my life gets arid I feel so bare Lord! Are you there? The Dr's news cause me to feel discouraged My hectic life leaves no time for the stroll of a carriage. My co-workers speak ill of my abilities they believe I am unable to manage. When it seems everything that can go wrong has When life just comes toppling down hill with a mighty bang! I tilt my eyes to heaven, I cry out in fear Lord! Are you there? The pain in my body No one to lean on No one to tell my fears No one to witness my tears Lord! Are you there? I run to my valley of Bacca I hurry down the hallway in full view I continue to search for you I still can't find you Lord! Are you there? I turn to the bottle I drink until I just can't stand steady. I snort till my nose bleeds Various men abuse my unconscious body

I cry until tears have ceased their flow I might have filled a bucket to its brim My tears now drip steadily over its rim I run to the altar In prayer I surrender I seek professional counseling My feelings I document in letters The words fill many pages As so many throughout the ages Still you are no closer than when I first started Lord! Are you there? I feel angry, I feel sad, I feel so lonely, This life can be so dismal. I peer out the window I just can't seem to find you it seems you are no-where to be found. Lord! Are you there? In self pity I wallow My inside feels so hollow Sleep I must! May be I'll find you tomorrow That sounds like hope That's all I have left to help me cope I must get clean from this dope! So much turmoil in my head I'm entangled in life's maze I'm drowning in its disheveled web Sunday school taught, you are omnipotent The teacher told us you are omnipresent Maybe I'm searching in all the wrong places Maybe I just need to talk to you from where I stand Have you been waiting here for me all along? Lord? You must be there ... Are you really there?

Lord, In Your Comfort I Find Peace

When the way seems dim and the directions are unclear When it seems no one loves me or that no one cares I lift my voice to heaven I call on your name because I know you're never too busy to erase all my fears. When my heart is in despair and I'm in need of emergency repair I feel your presence all around Your closeness Lord is so profound Yet, it's when I totally surrender to you and welcome your warm embrace that I truly experience your tender mercy and the fullness of your Grace. As I allow your wind to enfold me Your sun rays to warm me and as I breathe the air in so deeply I am reminded of the breath you blew in my nostrils so sweetly That I may enjoy this most precious life completely. I will accept the words of encouragement you send my way so suddenly Through each soul you allow to pass my way unexpectedly You are the God of the Universe In you I shall be totally immersed You will be my shield and armor My comforter My commander. The weapons may strike when in battle I stand and all around the arrows may land. Though sometimes they may pierce or create a scar in my side my faith in you will never subside. I know you'll never allow them to wound me so deeply, I cannot continue my stride. Harsh words may bruise my spirit but you've already set their limits. So I press onward since it will take only a minute for me to rise to victory from brokenness of spirit. Lord I know you'll guide me of this I am sure. So I rest in the knowledge that soon you'll comfort my troubled soul. Then you'll dry my eyes and alas! Tears will be no more! Not even sorrows will be a memory They will cease to splash upon my ocean shore.

Mother's We Are

I didn't rush to become a mother but, as my biological clock ticked uncontrollably, I wondered So, into motherhood I ventured and what do you know? I was surely in for an adventure No longer was I able to sleep until ten Eight hours of sleep each night was no longer a requirement All the single luxuries I use to enjoy went rushing out the door I seldom try to retrieve them they are no more. A child changes your life so quickly you see that if you rush, you'll discover it takes longer to accomplish your many dreams.

The bittersweet moments of being a mother have at times caused me to ponder If may be I should have waited a little while longer, or why I was chosen to be a mother. The duties of a mother would create a lengthy list and if the more experienced mothers were able to tell us all that being a mother entailed, I believe many of us would not have enjoyed the bliss.

There are many variations of mothers who have helped in different ways To mold these beautiful children of ours today. To the true mothers, the ones who did not walk away this is what I have to say. If any of your gifts from God has gone astray don't be so dismal, please don't dismay Remember God is in control. Have you forgotten how to pray? He will allow your strays to find their way home one day. For those whose children are on the right path, Don't criticize those who have departed or gone astray, You too will need to continue to pray. You must exercise empathy; you'll never know if your own offspring's future might have been in jeopardy!

So to the entire motherhood committee around the world Know this, your duties you have assiduously performed so well. Now, let go and allow the Holy Spirit who resides inside your children to lead and guide them from within. It won't always be so grim I'm sure when all is said and done we would never trade being a mother; for all the riches we had hoped to gain. Oh, sometimes it can be such fun, Even when we have to weather the rain!

My Two Special Gifts From God (F.A.S.T - FAMILY AND SCHOOL WORKING TOGETHER)

My two precious seeds that God entrusted to me Have unfolded like sunflowers and are now shining for all to see My own special buds which I have nurtured and molded Are gifts to cherish, admire and behold

As the older of the two crosses the room I beam with admiration My heart is filled with adulation At how he holds the plates so steadily As he serves each member of his family With a broad smile he says "enjoy, but remember the tip!" He's just being his jovial self a bit This he does in many different ways As he leisurely takes life's trip.

He serves us with supervision Yet he's allowed to make some small decisions As I see him making more choices It is confirmed that all God's wonderful gifts Can reach their fullest potential If they are led in the right direction I have fed and loved them both Sheltered, rescued and scolded them too I have prayed for their guidance I have even wept for them openly and in silence.

But the F.A.S.T. program has allowed me To spend valuable time in their presence Without scolding, crying or worrying about incidence or motherly precision.

Though I know they still have far to go I am grateful for this moment And would like to let you know Later I will use my yardstick to measure their growth Then I will rest in the comfort of knowing I have achieved God's goal.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from GOD'S WORK-IN-PROGRESS WRITING WITH THE SCARS by CHRISTINE A. VASSELL-MORGAN Copyright © 2010 by Christine A. Vassell-Morgan. Excerpted by permission.
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Table of Contents

Contents

In Restful Stance (IRS)....................3
As I Strive To Be More Like You Lord....................4
Life's Blue Print....................7
Lord! Are You There?....................9
Lord, In Your Comfort I Find Peace....................12
Mother's We Are....................14
My Two Special Gifts From God....................16
Jesus In Me Speaking To You....................18
Longing For The Days To Come Back....................23
Yesterday, Today And Tomorrow....................24
Roll Back The Curtains....................25
The Day My Granny Died....................29
Accept Me....................31
If I Were Your Sister....................33
The Woman She Has Become....................35
A True Boss....................37
Little People....................39
Narrow Road To Love And Forgetfulness....................41
Stored Memories....................43
Stranger Danger....................44
The Prodigal Daughter....................46
The Rock....................48
Three Little Words....................50
What Is Love?....................51
When We Lose The Ones We Love....................52
Where Did Our Innocence Go?....................54
Why Does Life Seem So Unfair?....................56
Beloved Child....................57
Oh Death What Will You Feel Like?....................59
My Father's Black Pearl....................61
Cinderella....................63
....... We Carry On Our Father's Name....................65
The Triune Sphere....................67
..... And So She Succumbs....................70
The Wrath Of A Mother....................71
My Son & His Coach....................73
There Is A God....................74
The Breadfruit War....................75
Will I Be There?....................77
Covenant Heart....................79
Boys At A Fete: (Jamaican Dialect)....................81
Living In The Ghetto: (Jamaican Dialect)....................82
Living In The Ghetto: (English Version)....................83
My Father's Hands....................84
A Mother Like Yours....................85
The People We Serve....................86
Who Am I?....................88
Have We Lost?....................90
The Ordinary One....................92
I Miss You So....................97
Special....................99
Love Is All I Give....................100
The Golden Dawn Of The Rising Sun....................103
Observed Winter In Ohio....................104
Hurricane Gilbert....................106
My Island Shores....................107
Spring-Time In Texas....................108
The Birds Morning Praise....................110
The Dreamer (Martin Luther King Jr)....................113
Barack: America's 44th President....................115
Farewell My Love....................119
Take A Chance And Say Good-Bye....................120
Nar's Sudden Departure....................122
We Can Be Just Friends....................125
A Father's Day Tribute....................129
A Tribute To Our Sister (Lorna Gentles)....................131
Husband and Wife Mnemonics....................135
Inspirational and Daily Quotes....................136

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Pam Watson

God’s Work-In-Progress Writing With The Scars God’s Glory in short, easy-to-read poems, is truly full of heartfelt emotions. The death of a precious nurturing grandmother described through the heart of a child with the tenderness and truthfulness only a small child would know. The raw emotions spilled out after being severely beaten by her mother; the hurt following through her life until her heavenly father freed her from the emotional baggage taught through forgiveness.

I would rate this book on a scale of 1 – 5 a well earned 5 for the freshness and style of this new author.

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