Dear Friends, Family and Fans,
I'm celebrating on this 18th day of Poetry Month, by resurrecting my spirit....changing the channel. Garbage in, garbage out. I even more selectively listen to or read the news. Not all news all the time. And not all is fit to read or listen to. It’s too much. It doesn’t stop. I have felt totally overwhelmed…until I remembered that where we are isn’t where we’ll be. I had to remind myself, not only that there is a Higher Authority, but that He doesn’t move on our time…but on His. We are not the boss of Him. But He is the boss of us. With that in mind, I decided this was a good time to repost this poem. Let's keep in mind the Good News we celebrate.
Day 18: You Go, God!
by Lindamichellebaron
When I think of what I haven’t done, I get depressed,
In spite of what some others call “success.”
I revisit every move I’ve made. Then I second-guess
Suppose? What if? Perhaps?
I confess,
I wind up labeling myself a “hot mess.”
But like you, I am so wonderfully blessed
God takes me off my self-imposed shelf.
Looks at the label I’ve assigned to myself.
He checks all of the ingredients. He knows what He created.
And He approves each one of the ingredients I have berated…
He takes me, His creation, and handles me with such care,
He reminds me that everything I need is in-there.
Right inside of me, where He placed it.
None of my issues or self-doubts can erase it.
Remember He is the Head Chef. He is the Source.
Where do I get off thinking “I’m the boss!”
If I want to fulfill the work that He has assigned,
I need to get out of His way and get aligned.
I’m not in charge… Let go and let God!
It’s the devil trying to make the work seem too hard.
The devil tries to make a slam dunk.
You could almost see him smile,
When all my money shrunk,
And hear him ridicule every thought I had ever “thunk,”
Like he was sending my dreams out to drive drunk,
Just to make me feel as if all hope had sunk.
You ever been there?
Filled with despair?
Bemoaning the fact that life isn’t fair?
Thinking your situation is beyond repair?
Measuring your problems as too BIG for prayer?
Well, get thee behind me, Satan.
Remember this and Do Not Discard.
It may be too much for us, but nothing is too hard for God!
You Go God! is one of my favorite poems from my personal treasure trove of poems. Hope you enjoyed Day 18. Would you like me to light a spark at your school, college, or company? To book me:
https://www.mylindamichellebaron.com/book-dr-lindamichelle.html
Love and realness,
#DrLindamichellebaron
#PoetLaureateForTheTownOfHempsteadNewYork
www.mylindamichellebaron.com
I'm celebrating on this 18th day of Poetry Month, by resurrecting my spirit....changing the channel. Garbage in, garbage out. I even more selectively listen to or read the news. Not all news all the time. And not all is fit to read or listen to. It’s too much. It doesn’t stop. I have felt totally overwhelmed…until I remembered that where we are isn’t where we’ll be. I had to remind myself, not only that there is a Higher Authority, but that He doesn’t move on our time…but on His. We are not the boss of Him. But He is the boss of us. With that in mind, I decided this was a good time to repost this poem. Let's keep in mind the Good News we celebrate.
Day 18: You Go, God!
by Lindamichellebaron
When I think of what I haven’t done, I get depressed,
In spite of what some others call “success.”
I revisit every move I’ve made. Then I second-guess
Suppose? What if? Perhaps?
I confess,
I wind up labeling myself a “hot mess.”
But like you, I am so wonderfully blessed
God takes me off my self-imposed shelf.
Looks at the label I’ve assigned to myself.
He checks all of the ingredients. He knows what He created.
And He approves each one of the ingredients I have berated…
He takes me, His creation, and handles me with such care,
He reminds me that everything I need is in-there.
Right inside of me, where He placed it.
None of my issues or self-doubts can erase it.
Remember He is the Head Chef. He is the Source.
Where do I get off thinking “I’m the boss!”
If I want to fulfill the work that He has assigned,
I need to get out of His way and get aligned.
I’m not in charge… Let go and let God!
It’s the devil trying to make the work seem too hard.
The devil tries to make a slam dunk.
You could almost see him smile,
When all my money shrunk,
And hear him ridicule every thought I had ever “thunk,”
Like he was sending my dreams out to drive drunk,
Just to make me feel as if all hope had sunk.
You ever been there?
Filled with despair?
Bemoaning the fact that life isn’t fair?
Thinking your situation is beyond repair?
Measuring your problems as too BIG for prayer?
Well, get thee behind me, Satan.
Remember this and Do Not Discard.
It may be too much for us, but nothing is too hard for God!
You Go God! is one of my favorite poems from my personal treasure trove of poems. Hope you enjoyed Day 18. Would you like me to light a spark at your school, college, or company? To book me:
https://www.mylindamichellebaron.com/book-dr-lindamichelle.html
Love and realness,
#DrLindamichellebaron
#PoetLaureateForTheTownOfHempsteadNewYork
www.mylindamichellebaron.com
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