10 Things I’ll Try to Remember When I’m Overwhelmed. [List]

The Fruits of the Spirit Come from the Spirit of Christ. Great Post! We are Christ like when we live in the Spirit.

Addiction Recovery: Much Sorrow; More Grief

By the time you finish reading this short post, you will see that addiction recovery is possible. Please take your time and analyze each word.

You don’t know it yet, but help is readily available for you.  Starting with the poem read on….

Much Wisdom; More Sorrow

The More Knowledge; the More Grief

SPIRIT Cleansing Soul

(Ecclesiastes 1:18-NIV)

During the first 12 months of recovery, I experience much sorrow but more grief.

 Gaining wisdom, I understood more and more how I affected my family, associates, and friends.  For example,  the objectification of women spilled over into objectification of women in the family.

The body does not care how it satisfies itself; it works on automaton.  Even so, I had to contain my roaming eyes; however, it took much effort.

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“Oh my Lord God, please have mercy on me; forgive me,” I pray.

I had much sorrow and more grief rip through me in an awareness and repentance.

I saw my addiction in how unmanageable my life had become.

The new wisdom that I obtained caused me to see me as I was.

However, after the first 12 months, I embrace the sorrow and grief to keep me clean.

I have been sober for 17 months.  I now experience much happiness and more joy but not without a watchful heart.


Ecclesiastes Chapter One 


Dale Criswell


Floyd, R. (2014, August 13). The prayer life of a pastor. Ronnie’s Blog. Retrieved from http://www.ronniefloyd.com/blog/7602/pastors/the-prayer-life-of-a-pastor/.

“Do you know the time when the wild mountain goats bear young?”–Job 39


Birthing New Life

They bow down for birth

Delivering forth their young

Little ones; healthy

They grow strong with grain grazing

They depart; do not return (Job 39, NKJV)

Climb to the Top.


Dale Criswell

“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”

Job 38 New King James Version (NKJV)

The Lord Reveals His Omnipotence to Job

38 Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said:

“Who is this who darkens counsel By words without knowledge? Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me.

“Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell Me, if you have understanding. Who determined its measurements? Surely you know! Or who stretched the line upon it? To what were its foundations fastened? Or who laid its cornerstone, When the morning stars sang together, And all the sons of God shouted for joy?

“Or who shut in the sea with doors, When it burst forth and issued from the womb; When I made the clouds its garment, And thick darkness its swaddling band; 10 When I fixed My limit for it, And set bars and doors; 11 When I said, ‘This far you may come, but no farther, And here your proud waves must stop!’

12 “Have you commanded the morning since your days began,And caused the dawn to know its place, 13 That it might take hold of the ends of the earth, And the wicked be shaken out of it? 14 It takes on form like clay under a seal, And stands out like a garment. 15 From the wicked their light is withheld, And the upraised arm is broken.

16 “Have you entered the springs of the sea? Or have you walked in search of the depths? 17 Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the doors of the shadow of death? 18 Have you comprehended the breadth of the earth? Tell Me, if you know all this.

19 “Where is the way to the dwelling of light? And darkness, where is its place, 20 That you may take it to its territory, That you may know the paths to its home? 21 Do you know it, because you were born then, Or because the number of your days is great?”

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I Repent.

In the morning, I read these verses, I prayed, “My Lord and God, Have Mercy on My Soul.”

The Terrible God Humbles Me!

Dale Criswell

The rainbows of life follow the storm.

Whirlwind of emotions

Nature is more than a scientist; an engineer. It is an artist.  Designing beautiful, bold and striking masterpieces – the universe, the solar system, the oceans. Even in destruction there is beauty. A hurricane, an earthquake, a volcanic eruption. These are devastating occurrences that cause endless pain and suffering to those that are affected. On the other hand, these very calamities bring about a sense of excitement; a rush of adrenaline at the mere mention of them to those whose livelihoods depend on these very phenomenons occurring. An onlooker no doubt will have different emotions and experiences as compared to those directly affected. Yet these experiences exist, within the same time, due to the same cause and reason, and are so varied in nature they become incomparable.

Relationships are much like nature; scientific, engineered with a hint of an artistic flair. Beautiful and ugly. Calm and turbulent. Successful and ruining…

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I’m Sorry

A moving reality of abuse. The statistic on two women die each week from domestic violence. The poem moved me to the core. Thanks,

Making it write


I’m sorry I’m stupid and sluggish and slow
I’m sorry  for being me
I’m sorry I’m ludicrous, futile and foolish
I’m sorry for this apology
I’m sorry I forgot to put out the bin
I’m as sorry as can be

I’m sorry as soon as I open my mouth
I have to apologise
I’m sorry the sides of your face turn down
Each time I look in your eyes
I’m sorry whenever I speak the truth
That all you can hear are lies

I’m sorry for hurting your fist with my face
I’m sorry your skin has been marred
I’m sorry for making a dent in the wall
By landing against it so hard
I’m sorry I’m struggling to get off the floor
Because my back is so jarred.

I’m sorry as soon as you drive away
I’ll be limping out of the door
I’m sorry I met you, I’m…

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The Day Your Voice Went Silent

As I read your post, I thought that I must live so that memories keep speaking. Great Poem!

Annie's Poetry

The day your voice went silent

my world was void of sound

No more to hear your familiar voice

No more to have you around

The day your voice stopped

I felt such depth of pain

To go on without you with me

To never see you again 

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