A New Day

by Jenny Wren


Inspiration

I'd twisted and turned almost all of the night
For loved ones concerned, until prayer-in-flight,
Sent to you dear Lord, it was there you showed
I feel loved and adored as you shared my load.

I woke up this morning inside my pillowed head
So breathless was dawning - as I lay in my bed,
I peeped out the curtain and oh such a sight
A new day for certain in exchange for the night.

Yesterday has just passed, it is over and done
I knew It couldn't last, now forever it's gone,
Tomorrow? It may never ever get here... I say
For everyone's life-giver, praise God for today

The present called today, a package from God
Gave to us in colorful array, it's contents to laud,
Just what does today hold for both, you and me
Worth more than pure gold, let's get up and see.

This day can be spent in pure pleasure or woe
Will this God's present be squandered, as I go?
This day is brand-new, never been used before
Just what could I do, in God’s gift, just ignore?

I cleaned myself up, to the kitchen I then go
As from my favorite cup I sip ever so s-l-o-w,
I then read God's word I want to be sure
Researching our shepherd, His word is so pure.

I start this new clay with praises to my God
For showing me the way, my feet are to trod,
Breakfast behind me, then out the back door
On the veranda to see just what is in store.

The Sun in its beauty was first to greet me
Then a cardinal on duty, oh so happy was he,
To see someone coming out to enjoy the sight
I say with no doubt, yes, gone is the night!

2 Kings 7:9

Then they said to each other, "We're not doing right. This is a day of good news and we are keeping it to ourselves. If we wait until daylight, punishment will overtake us. Let's go at once and report this to the royal palace."


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New day dawning,
Let me show you something here. It is alright to live through hurt; you are so right, I have kept a diary for the years daily from the year 76 when Momma died and I write daily to God and about him and about the happenings in my life and all.

Exactly how I have felt each day and what bothered me etc. I found that when I write it all down it was like giving it to another to help me carry that burdensome load, and it worked.

Soon I was finding the beautiful things to write about. Then I got busy and wrote my mother’s whole life history which included my father, 11 sisters and brothers, an old Indian father who loved nature and taught us to appreciate it

Wrote of the happenings in their lives and how it was while I grew up and the writing became a kind of medicine for my soul and it brightened my whole spirit. Then God started giving me poetry to share, biblical scripture.

So you see writing has been a cure for my human hurts in life. This would help GG so much if she could make herself sit and write daily and she will cry a lot but finally she can get all of the hurt out in the open. Then I would later pick a book out and go back and read it. I brought it to recall and as I looked at it from there, it was like it was written about someone else, not me.

Therefore I was shown how to help my own self and to understand myself better and why things happen and why they hurt so badly.

Even the writing now - I know can help others who so desperately search for solutions to their ailments, in life,

I praise God for giving me the ability to write. (I know I am kind of off the subject here.
The true joy of this life experience came to me as with saint Paul, when I first read of his praising God for his infirmities. I said this feller is some kind of nut. But the more I read and saw what the children of God have gone through, my little things are nothing and when I gave a testimony and praised God for my infirmities I saw it as such an eye opener to see that the trials and ugly stuff I had encountered and lived through had made me what I am this day and I can truly thank God for all of those bad experiences along with the good ones. Everything in life has to counterbalance itself, it seems.

I did not mean for this to turn into a sermon, but I feel that one day people who have lived through a hellish life will stop and look and be able to say, “Here I am still alive. Praise God and another new day to start a brand new life.” They will actually be able to say,”Thank you God for the good and the bad experiences that helped to appreciate you more. Now I ask you Lord to help me to use them, my experiences, to help another, who may be sinking in the mire of this world.

Thank you Lord
For this new beginning, that is one thing good about serving you, we may begin anew, When we see things have gone wrong, yesterday,, we have tomorrow, to make it up and trust you with it. Guide me this day, as you wish Lord. Erase my yesterday from your mind Lord.

Love your sister,
Jenny Wren