I Dream of a Day

I DREAM OF A DAY

I fell asleep tonight with a heart full of pain,  my mind filled with wonderment, so much passing thru the portals of my brain. How God? I asked Him before I dozed off, How? Then in to my night He visited me as I slept. Careful not to wake me, so gently He crept. He stood in the darkness and stared at His child as she lay tossing and turning in so much pain, so wild. Fighting the demons that did not want her alive. But like a mother bear defending her cub, God stepped into her darkness, He came to her rescue. “Flee from her” He spake to the demons,” this is My child, I know her by name, This is my child, she has My blood, this is My child, I chose her when no one would, go, get out of her room, leave her alone, I am God, I am on the scene, to the pits of hell now, return, you all know what I mean. Then after the evil exited, He bent over His child who now lay with such stillness, no battling, no struggling, no signs of demonic illness. Then with the strength of only The God that created her, He wrapped her, swaddled her in her blanket, like He Himself once was while lying in a manger. Up from her bed he lifted her so gently, careful not to wake her, He just wanted to hold His child close to His breast, He wanted to give her rest. So He took her and rocked her in the cradle of His arms, whispering so gently into heart, “Daddy’s here now, I told you I’d never depart.” As He rocked His child, she herself now safe from alarm, dreamed of a land where children danced, stallions pranced, the air was pure, and brightness filled the land. She dreamed of a day when she could see herself running thru the wildflowers, jumping, leaping, feeling so right.

She dreamed of a day when Auntie was there waiting on her to arrive thru the gate, loving her whether on time or late. She dreamed of ice sickles so cold yet so gentle, of taffy and apple cake, this place was no mistake. She dreamed she was free from hurt,  harm, and care, she wasn’t afraid because God was there, He lived in her day. She dreamed of a place where she held hands with her friends, they danced on clover, they laughed with such glee. They ran thru the water that lived in the brooks, they were free. She dreamed of a day when no darkness came nigh, she dreamed she was with her Father on High. Oh what a difference the dreams were as she lay nestled in Her fathers care. He walked with her across the meadows in her dreams, He danced with her, skipped with her down Glory Road, holding hands together she felt so secure, because her Everlasting Father was there, in the day that she dreamed of. He placed her back in her bed to continue sleeping, He loved her so much, He was God but when he heard her weeping, He came Himself to dry her tears, He came Himself, He was there all of her years. He loves this child of His and kissed her gently before leaving her to dream, once again whispering to her reminding her  of the day when she will live in a land free, never will she have to return to a world so wicked, so cruel and so cold,   He reminded her of the land prepared for her with so much richness untold. I dream of a day when my dream becomes reality, but until then I must learn to fight the good fight of faith, trust in God, and remember that God loves me. I must wake now and face the day. When it becomes unbearable I dream of a day,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Aretha O.Scott 01-09-2009

Virtuous Woman

VIRTUOUS WOMAN

BASED ON PROVERBS 31:10-31

     VIRTUOUS WOMAN, CHILD OF GOD.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, SUCH A VERY SPECIAL PEA IN THE POD.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, CHASTE AND PURE. VIRTUOUS WOMAN PRAYS TO GOD FOR STRENGTH TO ENDURE.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, MEEK AND MILD.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, NO MOUTH FILLED WITH GUILE.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, TO THE LORD BURDENS ARE GIVEN.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, SO DETERMINED, SO DRIVEN.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN,VALIANT AND BRAVE.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, LOVES GOD, FOR HIS LIFE HE GAVE. 

     VIRTUOUS WOMAN, SHE BENDS BUT DOES NOT BREAK. VIRTUOUS WOMAN,  KNOWS PERSONALLY, GOD NEVER MAKES A MISTAKE.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, STANDS SOLID ON THE HER SAVIOURS‘  WORD, SHE NEVER MAKES A MOVE UNTIL THE VOICE OF THE LORD IS HEARD.

    SHE REMINDS US TO NEVER LOOK DOWN UPON OTHERS FOR WE ALL HAVE JUNK IN OUR LIVES. THE BLOOD OF THE “LAMB” WASHES AWAY SIN, AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN. VIRTUOUS WOMAN, MORAL AND AUSTERE.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, SO QUICK TO CARE.  VIRTUOUS WOMAN, EXIBIT’S THE HEAVENLY FATHERS’ LOVE BECAUSE SHE KNOWS THAT HER ULTIMATE REWARD WILL COME FROM GOD ABOVE.

     HER FAMILY IS BLESSED BY HER DEDICATION AND LOVE.  OTHERS ARE BLESSED TO KNOW SUCH A ONE WHO TRULY LOVES GOD AND WORSHIPS’ HIS SON. 

VIRTUOUS WOMAN, YOU ARE APPRECIATED AND ADORED.  THANK YOU FOR

SHARING THE LOVE OF GOD, JESUS OUR LORD.

THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL OF THE WOMEN OF GOD THAT HAVE INSPIRED MY LIFE

LOVE TO YOU ALL AND THANK YOU FOR INSPIRING MY LIFE, IN JESUS NAME

ARETHA O. SCOTT

Motherhood

MOTHERHOOD

By: Aretha Scott 3-26-09

WOW!-You have been chosen by God to become a mother

WHETHER-By natural conception or by social acceptance

WELCOME-To the world of motherhood

WHERE-Is the instruction manual, you may ask.  Where do you find information as to what to do with this thing called a child, you may wonder?

WHAT-Was God thinking when he chose me to become a mother

WHO-Really knows the right way to do this or who knows when it’s wrong? Who will help me rear this child to become healthy and strong?

WHICH-Paths do I choose for this bundle before me? Which direction do I set the compass for? Which paths will reap Godly rewards? Which paths will bring destruction for my child and sin? Which paths are Gods’ and which are men’s?

WHEN-Will I began to be fulfilled? When do I feel satisfied regarding the sacrifices I make for this child? When, when, when? So many when’s, I get overwhelmed to the point of feeling wild

WHY-Am I afraid to go forth in this assignment with cheer? Maybe it’s because I’ve listened too much to others project fear. Why do I want to turn and run away? Maybe it’s because I’m trusting flesh for answers, my ear a-tuned to only what people say

WE’VE-All been there, mothers alike, trying to figure out how to do a good job of rearing our offspring, completing the assignment God gave us with these kids, to be the best, like God is

WHAT-If I mess up? I may falter along the way. What if I don’t want to continue on, what if I want to quit?

WHERE-Is the “return items here line”?  Where do I go? Where do I leave all of these responsibilities? I certainly cannot risk the showing of my own personal fallacies

WAIT!-God speaks to me. Before you make one move, before you think that you know how to decide, I, the Lord your God am here. I have never left you.  I’m holding you, leading you. I will be your guide. Don’t throw in the towel.  I know it’s tough for you. Your frustration lies within the fact that you forgot to consult with me in all that you do. I created you and I’ve created this child. I have the hairs on both of your heads numbered.  I know both of your down settings and uprisings.  I know from whence you came and from whence you will go, I am God and you must know that your answers to motherhood are written in my Book, seek me and you will find me. I am your answer for every situation.  I, the Lord God of all creation called motherhood into existence. I was the first.  If you need help, if you need direction, if you are confused by your assignment, talk to me, trust me, and confide in me, I am here for you. I feel what you feel.  I know your joys as well as your sorrows. Remember, I am the God that not only created yesterday, and today, I hold both of your tomorrows. Fight the good fight of motherhood. Keep your faith in me. Don’t measure your successes and failures by what mere mortals say. Seek me, and you will find that my Word is true, I love you and I am in your corner always. And for every victory, for every joyous season, for every heartache, for every in-decision, for every battle won, for every battle lost, for all in securities experienced, for it all, I am proud of you because you have chosen to walk in my image, and you have chosen to walk in my will saith the Lord.

Love always, God

Mother

I was thinking about you ladies and my Mimi and what you all have meant to me so I dedicate this writing to you all.  Thanks

MOTHER

 MY FORTRESS MY FRIEND

Up the winding road, through the rugged terrain, fed and protected, through hunger and pain, we traveled together. I was nourished through her, fed inside of her. Though never experiencing an outside world, I grew from a seed planted within her. I lived and survived, I became a being, nestled deep within her womb, I became me. Like the road that leads to the castle set upon high, we traveled the road that led to life, my mother and I.

She, being my mother lay down so I could cross the bridge that connected me to the castle, the place I would call home, she lay there, my bridge over troubled waters below, my bridge so strong, so unfailing, so sure. I was unafraid to travel across, to walk upon, to stand on it just to look out into the distance and ponder, all of this I did upon this bridge I call mama.

The water below had a since of disturbance, filled with uncertainty and distress. Sometimes the moat would be full of water, debris, monsters, and darkness. Other times the moat would be dry yet it never wavered as a barrier between the enemy and my savior; my mother, my fortress, my friend. Mother, unafraid of what lies below; if I fell from the safety of the shore into the water, she would be the first to dive into the murky, dark, stagnated water, facing and destroying the demons and strongholds that were assigned to kill me, those things that lived beneath, mother, so daring and so brave would guide and carry me to safety.

Mother is my gate of security. Though the enemy attacks and sounds the alarm, mother takes me under her wings of protection where I will wait there until she tells me to come out; “it’s ok she says, there’s no more threat of harm.” I wait once again nestled deep within her, feeding on her courage, her will, nourished by her love, my being is filled. Many times my retreat causes me to position my body like a babe in suck, lying in the protection of mother, resting and waiting to once rise again, I lay protected in mother, my fortress, my friend.

Me and mommy stand high above the winding roads, the guards, the stables, the water below, above the dust, death and destruction, victory and defeat, we look down upon beautiful flowers, high above it all, we stand in royalty, high above in the window of the tower. We look out of the window as one, we look not as mother and daughter or mother and son, we look together with one vision, on sight, one mind, one purpose, and that is to achieve all that God has purposed in His plan for me and my mother. I stand as a child in awe looking upon this woman that God has given me, her beauty her strength, her wisdom, and folly; with tears filling the portals of my eyes and with an ache of  thankfulness throbbing within my throat, and with nothing less than gratefulness filling the chambers of my heart, I grab hold of her hand and with a gentle squeeze I say aloud,

“Lord Jesus, I thank you for this woman you have given me, my mother, my fortress, my friend, I will forever love her like no other. And God when the day comes that her strength begins to wane, please let me be her bridge over troubled waters, her peace in storms, her security in times of fear, her food to feast upon; Lord please help me to be everything and more than what she has ever been to me, help me dear Father to be whatever or whoever she desires; I will be her friend, her child, her fortress, her mother.”

Thank God for Mother

I dedicate this to all mothers that have given birth to children and to those mothers that have taken on the challenge of becoming a mother to the motherless. Thank you for not giving up; for not walking out on your assignment; for hanging in when your children have hung you out to dry! All I can say is “Thank You.”

In Jesus Name

Aretha O. Scott

May 9, 2011