Just wanted to encourage everyone in my situation -- too broke for gifts -- the best gift you can give family and friends is the gift of your presence, not your presents -- gifts can get broken, be eaten and the packaging thrown away and forgotten, be the wrong size, be inappropriate w/o the giver knowing, but for your friends and family who love you, your presence, the sound of your voice, the way you look, the way you hug and kiss them, is always the most special gift of all -- don't feel inadequate because you aren't giving gifts, you are, yourself a beautiful and precious gift, just the way you are:) I consider all of you, my friends, as precious gifts:)
For my Christian friends in my situation, the best Christmas gift you can give Jesus is your believing, humbled, sincerely repentant heart, it is for this that He died for us.
Bank accounts don't tell how much you are worth, the Cross says how much you are worth, Jesus would have died just for you, if you had been the only person ever to be born on this Earth!
Merry Christmas, my precious gifts, my precious friends, Love you all!!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Where and Why My Journal Posts Have Disappeared
Hi Gang,
Most of you saw journal entry posts here, well I've created a new blog strictly for those, if you still want to read old and new entries of my on-line blog journal, the link for that is: http://blogournal.blogspot.com ! The reason for this is, I feel it was causing some confusion, when I directed people here to read my poetry, and I hadn't written a poem in a while, only graphic journal entries. I also feel it may have turned some people off of my blog, because of the lingering harm caused by my childhood suffering, and the graphic nature of that suffering, as it came out of me in new memories. I'm leaving my Christian testimony here, making sure it has a graphic warning attached to it, because I feel it's important for all people reading this blog to know what God has delivered me out of. Why? You may well ask, it's not for my glory, or to have people pity me, or to have people feel I'm some sort of superwoman for surviving such extreme abuse, but rather, for God's Glory and Honor, so that we may together rejoice in what He has done for me. It is only because of His Grace, and for His Purpose that I survived such horrors. Now all who come here can enjoy reading the poetry He has written through me, without fear of a post being instead, a graphic journal entry sounding like something out of a horror movie.
Take Care,
Affectionately,
Kerri.
Most of you saw journal entry posts here, well I've created a new blog strictly for those, if you still want to read old and new entries of my on-line blog journal, the link for that is: http://blogournal.blogspot.com ! The reason for this is, I feel it was causing some confusion, when I directed people here to read my poetry, and I hadn't written a poem in a while, only graphic journal entries. I also feel it may have turned some people off of my blog, because of the lingering harm caused by my childhood suffering, and the graphic nature of that suffering, as it came out of me in new memories. I'm leaving my Christian testimony here, making sure it has a graphic warning attached to it, because I feel it's important for all people reading this blog to know what God has delivered me out of. Why? You may well ask, it's not for my glory, or to have people pity me, or to have people feel I'm some sort of superwoman for surviving such extreme abuse, but rather, for God's Glory and Honor, so that we may together rejoice in what He has done for me. It is only because of His Grace, and for His Purpose that I survived such horrors. Now all who come here can enjoy reading the poetry He has written through me, without fear of a post being instead, a graphic journal entry sounding like something out of a horror movie.
Take Care,
Affectionately,
Kerri.
Christmas Wonder, a new poem:)
Christmas Wonder
Gentle Baby Jesus dreaming,
Nestled deep in manger straw and hay,
Warmly swaddled against the night's chill
What do You dream of?
Are you dreaming of Your Father's, Our Father's Kingdom and the joy of being with Him?
For now You rest in sweetly smelling hay
Secure in Mary's Love and Joseph's protection.
The angels' lullaby sounding sweetly in Your ears.
Honored by wise kings and humble shepherds.
Welcomed joyfully on Christmas Day into the hearts of Christians for the
two millennia that have passed since Your birth,
that changed the destiny of all humankind from eternal death to eternal life by Your amazing sacrifice of love for us all.
How blessed we all are by Your willingness to be on Earth with us all,
So very long ago!
Thank You for Your Tender Love!
by Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Gentle Baby Jesus dreaming,
Nestled deep in manger straw and hay,
Warmly swaddled against the night's chill
What do You dream of?
Are you dreaming of Your Father's, Our Father's Kingdom and the joy of being with Him?
For now You rest in sweetly smelling hay
Secure in Mary's Love and Joseph's protection.
The angels' lullaby sounding sweetly in Your ears.
Honored by wise kings and humble shepherds.
Welcomed joyfully on Christmas Day into the hearts of Christians for the
two millennia that have passed since Your birth,
that changed the destiny of all humankind from eternal death to eternal life by Your amazing sacrifice of love for us all.
How blessed we all are by Your willingness to be on Earth with us all,
So very long ago!
Thank You for Your Tender Love!
by Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Awesome words from a dream, Wow!
This came to me in a dream, and awed me, knew I had to share it, Wow!
Come, all you broken in heart, all you crushed in spirit, all who recognize you can’t do it in your own strength, Come! Come you weary ones, Come you ones without hope, Come those seeking Me without knowing Me, Come! Come you ones under heavy trials, you ones in the midst of the storm, you ones feeling all alone in your difficult life situations, Come! Come you who feel you can’t be forgiven, the only sin I can’t forgive is those considering the works of My Holy Spirit to be the works of satan. Come! Come kneel at My Feet, I will pick you up, and dry your tears, I will restore your broken hearts, and crushed spirits, I will give you My Strength to replace your own, I will give rest for your weariness, I will give you My Hope for your despair, I will find you in your seeking, and give you Knowledge of Me for your ignorance of Me, I will carry you through the trials replacing your burdens with My Peace that surpasses all your understanding, I will calm your every storm with My Words, I will so fill you with My Presence that you will know you aren’t alone, I will forgive your sins, and heal you of the effects of your sin, it is why I suffered on the Cross for you. My Heart and My Father’s are one, We are willing that no one should perish, We love all of you so much, so come believe in Me, come and trust in Me, and we shall be together in Paradise when Our Father has made the Earth anew, Come!!
Come, all you broken in heart, all you crushed in spirit, all who recognize you can’t do it in your own strength, Come! Come you weary ones, Come you ones without hope, Come those seeking Me without knowing Me, Come! Come you ones under heavy trials, you ones in the midst of the storm, you ones feeling all alone in your difficult life situations, Come! Come you who feel you can’t be forgiven, the only sin I can’t forgive is those considering the works of My Holy Spirit to be the works of satan. Come! Come kneel at My Feet, I will pick you up, and dry your tears, I will restore your broken hearts, and crushed spirits, I will give you My Strength to replace your own, I will give rest for your weariness, I will give you My Hope for your despair, I will find you in your seeking, and give you Knowledge of Me for your ignorance of Me, I will carry you through the trials replacing your burdens with My Peace that surpasses all your understanding, I will calm your every storm with My Words, I will so fill you with My Presence that you will know you aren’t alone, I will forgive your sins, and heal you of the effects of your sin, it is why I suffered on the Cross for you. My Heart and My Father’s are one, We are willing that no one should perish, We love all of you so much, so come believe in Me, come and trust in Me, and we shall be together in Paradise when Our Father has made the Earth anew, Come!!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Homesick, my newest poem
Homesick
Autumn makes me homesick
Longing for reds, oranges and browns
Here in Calgary
Yellows alone are around
Grew up in Montreal and Ontario
Where all the glorious colors of Autumn
Unfurl their skirts to the soon to be bare trees and gentle autumn sky
As the leaves fall in one last dance of skirts swirling to their dance partner the cold autumn wind
twirling around in air until they lie on the ground
one day soon they will feel their last embrace
eager or indifferent feet crunching them underfoot in the city
a squirrel deer or other woodland creature in the woods
laughing children jumping into the delightful crunch of leaves piled high
a landscaper's rake gathering them into bags for disposal
Those left on the ground will shiver as the snow covers them in a final sleep but
They will live again baby leaves in Spring unfurling their tiny green skirts
To their mother the Sun growing once more into their beautiful colors of Autumn
As the circle of life continues for everyone
I'm homesick for more than the colors
I miss our family united as one
no memories of an abusive childhood estranging me from my mother and father
knowing how to contact my oldest brother 19 years since last we talked
An ordinary Christmas with my loving family all around me
Last time was Christmas 2004
I feel orphaned with no siblings
Like an autumn leaf abandoned by the wind
lying on the forest floor wrapped only in a thin red skirt
against the autumn night's chill.
God's Love is there for the orphan
it covers me like a thick warm blanket
restoring me body and soul
I have a loving Father again,
and a loving Brother Jesus,
I dance in gratitude swirling my purple skirt of royalty
before the King of Kings.
Written By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Autumn makes me homesick
Longing for reds, oranges and browns
Here in Calgary
Yellows alone are around
Grew up in Montreal and Ontario
Where all the glorious colors of Autumn
Unfurl their skirts to the soon to be bare trees and gentle autumn sky
As the leaves fall in one last dance of skirts swirling to their dance partner the cold autumn wind
twirling around in air until they lie on the ground
one day soon they will feel their last embrace
eager or indifferent feet crunching them underfoot in the city
a squirrel deer or other woodland creature in the woods
laughing children jumping into the delightful crunch of leaves piled high
a landscaper's rake gathering them into bags for disposal
Those left on the ground will shiver as the snow covers them in a final sleep but
They will live again baby leaves in Spring unfurling their tiny green skirts
To their mother the Sun growing once more into their beautiful colors of Autumn
As the circle of life continues for everyone
I'm homesick for more than the colors
I miss our family united as one
no memories of an abusive childhood estranging me from my mother and father
knowing how to contact my oldest brother 19 years since last we talked
An ordinary Christmas with my loving family all around me
Last time was Christmas 2004
I feel orphaned with no siblings
Like an autumn leaf abandoned by the wind
lying on the forest floor wrapped only in a thin red skirt
against the autumn night's chill.
God's Love is there for the orphan
it covers me like a thick warm blanket
restoring me body and soul
I have a loving Father again,
and a loving Brother Jesus,
I dance in gratitude swirling my purple skirt of royalty
before the King of Kings.
Written By Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Freedom Never Dies, My Poem In Memory of 9/11/01
Freedom Never Dies -- In Memory of 9/11/01:
The Lady Liberty seemed to stand alone, As the planes flew in on their mission of destruction. But our Lord Jesus was weeping helplessly, His Loving Arms enfolding her, enfolding all of New York in great tenderness. Satan and the terrorists his servants seemed to have won but they never crushed America’s spirit of liberty. Many heroes died that day, defending freedom -- my thoughts go out my heart goes out to Todd Beamer the passengers of Flight 93, and the many rescue workers who died trying to save others, and their families. He wept and enfolded Washington and Shanksville in great tenderness later that day. I know my Savior suffered with all of us that day. Freedom never dies -- it may suffer -- it may be forced to go underground in oppressed nations but freedom’s light shines on unwaveringly, for it is powered by the Light of the World, Jesus, who paid the price for our salvation and our freedom with His Precious Blood. Lady Liberty’s torch shone through the dust, shone through the darkness, bringing the light of hope to the weary New Yorkers, to a weary grieving nation disheartened by the events of a very horrible day. As a Canadian, I grieved, and I grieve with thee, I prayed and I pray with thee and for thee, for I love you all, today and always! Not only the towers fell that day, hardened hearts fell to their knees, the lost sought out Jesus in tears, suddenly it was okay to mention God again in the media. In pain, shock and confusion, a nation and the world sought out the only answer Jesus Our Lord, for He has never left us nor forsaken us. America’s Bald Eagle wings were broken under the weight of grief and terror, but they have healed, and freedom flies again. We must hold on, We must keep rolling out to do the work of Our Lord in this world. If humanity gives up, and loses its resolve, then this world will grow darker than the skies over New York that September morning. While justice must be sought, we must never seek out vengeance, for vengeance breeds hatred, and hatred is the enemy of love breeding violence for its own sake. May God Bless and protect America, and May He Bless Us All.
By Mrs. Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God’s Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Sept 11, 2002 by Mrs. Kerri Wickhorst all rights reserved.
A Note To Poetry or Book Publishers
You have my permission to freely publish the above poem in a magazine, or in a book, without asking me if you can do it -- with the stipulation that all profits made by that magazine or book be donated to families of the 9/11/01 victims, to help rebuild their lives. I make this stipulation knowing full well that I have never been nationally published in Canada or the States, and never internationally published. I do not want to cheapen the spirit of the victims or their families by making a profit from the publication of this poem. Please use my name that I may one day be a published poet and writer which is my lifelong dream -- that’s all I ask.
The Lady Liberty seemed to stand alone, As the planes flew in on their mission of destruction. But our Lord Jesus was weeping helplessly, His Loving Arms enfolding her, enfolding all of New York in great tenderness. Satan and the terrorists his servants seemed to have won but they never crushed America’s spirit of liberty. Many heroes died that day, defending freedom -- my thoughts go out my heart goes out to Todd Beamer the passengers of Flight 93, and the many rescue workers who died trying to save others, and their families. He wept and enfolded Washington and Shanksville in great tenderness later that day. I know my Savior suffered with all of us that day. Freedom never dies -- it may suffer -- it may be forced to go underground in oppressed nations but freedom’s light shines on unwaveringly, for it is powered by the Light of the World, Jesus, who paid the price for our salvation and our freedom with His Precious Blood. Lady Liberty’s torch shone through the dust, shone through the darkness, bringing the light of hope to the weary New Yorkers, to a weary grieving nation disheartened by the events of a very horrible day. As a Canadian, I grieved, and I grieve with thee, I prayed and I pray with thee and for thee, for I love you all, today and always! Not only the towers fell that day, hardened hearts fell to their knees, the lost sought out Jesus in tears, suddenly it was okay to mention God again in the media. In pain, shock and confusion, a nation and the world sought out the only answer Jesus Our Lord, for He has never left us nor forsaken us. America’s Bald Eagle wings were broken under the weight of grief and terror, but they have healed, and freedom flies again. We must hold on, We must keep rolling out to do the work of Our Lord in this world. If humanity gives up, and loses its resolve, then this world will grow darker than the skies over New York that September morning. While justice must be sought, we must never seek out vengeance, for vengeance breeds hatred, and hatred is the enemy of love breeding violence for its own sake. May God Bless and protect America, and May He Bless Us All.
By Mrs. Kerri Wickhorst,
Through God’s Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
Sept 11, 2002 by Mrs. Kerri Wickhorst all rights reserved.
A Note To Poetry or Book Publishers
You have my permission to freely publish the above poem in a magazine, or in a book, without asking me if you can do it -- with the stipulation that all profits made by that magazine or book be donated to families of the 9/11/01 victims, to help rebuild their lives. I make this stipulation knowing full well that I have never been nationally published in Canada or the States, and never internationally published. I do not want to cheapen the spirit of the victims or their families by making a profit from the publication of this poem. Please use my name that I may one day be a published poet and writer which is my lifelong dream -- that’s all I ask.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
How Purrfectly Sweet A New Poem!
How Purrfectly Sweet
Snuggled into each other,
Two cats
Wrapped warmly in love,
I think when my eyes close in sleep,
I'm snuggled up warm on Father God's lap
Safe, secure, and peaceful
My burdens lying by His Cross
If foolishly I take those too heavy to carry on my own
He whispers on the wind "Let me help you carry them"
How wonderfully cativating to think of peaceful deep sleep
Wrapped in paws of love
Perhaps to a cat, Father God is Daddy Cat,
and they rest peacefully in between His Paws.
I only know the sweetness of resting on His Lap,
As a weary child rests in the arms of a good parent,
Until the morning sun rises and awakens me.
By Kerri Wickhorst, aka Wise Poetess,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
P.S. What a lovely first birthday gift for me, a new poem, Hurrah, my birthday is Sunday September 6th, it's currently 1:19AM, and I've just turned 44! Take care all!!
Snuggled into each other,
Two cats
Wrapped warmly in love,
I think when my eyes close in sleep,
I'm snuggled up warm on Father God's lap
Safe, secure, and peaceful
My burdens lying by His Cross
If foolishly I take those too heavy to carry on my own
He whispers on the wind "Let me help you carry them"
How wonderfully cativating to think of peaceful deep sleep
Wrapped in paws of love
Perhaps to a cat, Father God is Daddy Cat,
and they rest peacefully in between His Paws.
I only know the sweetness of resting on His Lap,
As a weary child rests in the arms of a good parent,
Until the morning sun rises and awakens me.
By Kerri Wickhorst, aka Wise Poetess,
Through God's Blessing,
And For His Glory Alone.
P.S. What a lovely first birthday gift for me, a new poem, Hurrah, my birthday is Sunday September 6th, it's currently 1:19AM, and I've just turned 44! Take care all!!
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