I received a call from Ireland. It caught me a little by surprise considering I reside in Texas. I have never ministered in Ireland or visited there, nor do I know anyone from there. Yet months ago the Lord gave me a precious vision of a lush land so green and I somehow knew it was Ireland. It must have been at least 6-8 months ago. Yet, here was a precious sister in Christ who had ran across my poem, “The Little Bird” and wanted to know more about the poetry from the Lord. As I returned her call, she was from The UCB in Ireland, The United Christian Broadcasters the Ireland station. So we visited about God’s journey with me and how I came to write poetic messages. This particular poem has seemed to touch many hearts and I was overjoyed to share it with her Ireland listeners. Now I have a commitment to pray for this sweet land of Ireland.

What a delight to know regardless of where we seem hidden, He knows how to get to us, connect us with others in need, etc. I have held to a life of letting God show me forth in due season because my heart longs to be as Elijah who waits until the word of the Lord comes before I go anywhere. It requires often resting in His sovereign will and my own obedience to trust Him regardless of what the world would tell me.

This little poem was birthed out of such a sweet moment with Jesus and a new sister in Christ who seems far far away, yet is close in the Spirit. Of course, I did share with the Lord a new longing to go to Ireland and see it for myself:) All He has to do is exhale…

 

“When He Exhales”

 

At times an odd occurrence comes

Authored by the Lord.

No precious amount of work was done

By human hands so sore.

 

A moment that rides upon the wind

To bring a dazzling tale.

One with no explanation but God

Did release a divine exhale.

 

Surely when He does comes miracles poured

To which no man can claim

For It bears His signature uniquely penned

In wondrous and delightful ways.

 

You’ll see there are no set boundaries

That hinder His work to move

For East and West, North and South

Are all for His Majesty to use.

 

He must see a heart in desperate need

So He calls His scribes to write

A message of enduring hope

Then sends it into the night.

 

No train and no bus; No airplane to board

Yet His message is carried just well

Safe in His arms and divinely assigned

To lands when He simply exhales.

 

December 13, 2017