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I have been going thru a health crisis that is leaving me wandering in the faith that only the helpless must embrace.

I am making a decision to embrace suffering as a teacher. I am chosing to allow suffering to play out it’s part in my life and somehow not let it overwhelm me.

God tells us that hope is crucial for our well being. He also tells us that hope deferred makes us sick.

God is at work in our lives writing new chapters in the novel of our lives.

What I know for sure:

When suffering comes to knock on your door, there is a stillness of strength that must answer.

I am in the middle of a health battle that is leaving me feeling like a broken bird. I long to fly and I am too exhausted to make the attempt. I am trying to embrace suffering as a teacher, allowing suffering to play it’s part in my life but not letting it overwhelm me. God tells us that hope is crucial for our wellbeing. He also tells us that hope deferred makes us sick. I have to believe that GOD is at work in my life writing a new chapter in the novel of my life for his glory.

When suffering comes to knock on your door, there is a stillness of strength that must answer.

Please join me

I am blogging on a new site…it’s for people who are interested in learning more and sharing more about living organic. I call it  Gorgeously green girls club.  lynnlivesgreen.blogspot.com

We live in a world of Internets and computers and cell phones and whatever and I am living in the world of “Dr Quinn Medicine woman” In other words I live inside of myself as a Dr on the Frontier who wants to have Sunday picnics with her neighbors and sit in front of the general store and “catch up.” This emailing and texting and well even blogging has me blogged down. Whatever happened to Mayberry? Whatever happened to Happy Days?

I am currently trying to link up this site with my website for my music and It has me so cranky that I am seeing visions of crushed computers in my head…

In other words, as the computer keeps clinically telling me there is no file in red letters when I know damn well there is, and I get more and more confused, I wonder why I am trying to stay up with all of this anyway….instead of just meeting some friend for tea in the park.

Let me be empty

Lynn Schriner

ImageIn the arms of the angels fly away from here. (Sara Mclachlan) wrote a beautiful song about letting go. It’s the days of madness and pain that the knees of my spirit bow and in bowing down I will fly. It’s the gentle whisper of a Savior who picks me up after I fall down the steep path I have tried to run. It’s the belief that the moments of breath taken, the winds of heaven will breathe deeply into my soul and I will fly. In the storms of regret and beauty lost, I can be refreshed and made beautiful again. His spirit becomes me, in the maze of twisted wreckage and I am released to open my arms again and cry “Daddy, please pick me up” and miraculously he does. He is the light in the mist, the truth among the lies and the why’s. To his eyes…

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Let me be empty

ImageIn the arms of the angels fly away from here. (Sara Mclachlan) wrote a beautiful song about letting go. It’s the days of madness and pain that the knees of my spirit bow and in bowing down I will fly. It’s the gentle whisper of a Savior who picks me up after I fall down the steep path I have tried to run. It’s the belief that the moments of breath taken, the winds of heaven will breathe deeply into my soul and I will fly. In the storms of regret and beauty lost, I can be refreshed and made beautiful again. His spirit becomes me, in the maze of twisted wreckage and I am released to open my arms again and cry “Daddy, please pick me up” and miraculously he does. He is the light in the mist, the truth among the lies and the why’s. To his eyes do I look into and to his arms do I run and to his breath do I breathe, to his spirit do I wish to become. To his cross do I bow.

In this week of Easter, broken, a man carried his cross and became the Savior of the world. There is light still to this day. In the aftermath of broken. A broken body on a cross, hated and rejected he breathed forgiveness with his last hours on this earth. I must share the glory of this love. So beautiful, so broken, so real. Dearest GOD, I am humbled and bowed down. In your heart will I reside and in mine you are.

River High

Song written after a storm…Hope you like it!

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