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Challenge Me

Challenge Me

Challenge me, dear Lord, to never let You go
Challenge me, dear Lord, my love to always show
When all and everything around me abandons my need and is lost
Draw me dearest Father, nearer to Thee, at all cost

For You paid an excruciating price for me
When Your Son hung so majestically upon that precious tree
Majestic in Your power and in eternal aim
For me to live, He endured such unimaginable pain

Challenge and convict my oft backsliding heart
So that nothing in this world will ever tear us apart
And together eternally, we shall always be
Send Your warmth to melt, mend, to reshape me

Father, please challenge, challenge me

© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

Rose Petal Friends

Rose Petal Friends

Friends are like petals upon a rose.

Some are distant from your heart. You see them rarely. You have little communication. Still, you are connected.

Some lean towards you. You catch up now and then. You communicate a little. Just like old times.

Others are closer to your heart. You see them often. You can tell them most things. You have fond memories.

And then there are those who are so very close to your heart that you feel you couldn’t live without them. You see them always. You can tell them anything and you do. You feel safe in their presence. You know when they are hurting.

Friends are like petals upon a rose – they form precious layers. They support you. They are a part of you.

And the fragrance from your life is spread evenly across those friendships. Just the right amount.

Like the rose, not every petal is always perfect, something you must remember; but together they form layer, upon layer, upon layer of beautiful completeness.

 

 

Life’s Thorns

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Every thorn along the pathway of life can either enable or disable us. It can either weaken our faith or strengthen our faith. We can either let it hurt us or we can use it as a step to becoming closer to the precious full bloom that God intended us to be.

ROSE POETRY

Rose Poetry‘Twas but a rose
And left to die
The day was bright
As I passed by
The sun had scorched
The parchèd bloom
Its beauty withered
Way too soon
And so I tenderly
And with care
Did whisper, believing
A precious prayer
I sprinkled daily
Love, healing dew
Its fragrance lifted
Prayers were answered, I knew
And ever so slowly
Each petal unfurled
Sweet colours of heaven
No longer all curled
The very next day
A new bud did appear
My heart, it flooded with joy
‘Twas a thank you sent … from a friend so dear

© 2013 – current Liana Wendy Howarth

The Waiting Rose

The Waiting RoseThis beautiful rose was just a bud
When I left my home town
I would have loved to see it bloom
And put on its glorious gown
But it waited for me
Through sunshine, darkness, all alone
And on my welcome return
Sweet beauty in my garden
Smiled fragrantly … just for me
Misty eyes to behold and see

The Waiting Rose (2)When I look into the joyful heart of my Saviour
I see the reflection of who I am in Him

Wait Patiently

Waiting Patiently (2)

Feeling trapped?

Suppressed?

Oppressed?

Just wait.

Just ………. Wait.

Because

One day.

Maybe one day soon.

One day very soon.

All will be released

And

Imagine the surprise, when new life and fragrance break forth.

So don’t give up.

Don’t give in to the sorrows

The pain.

The frustrations.

Hang in there.

Times may be silent.

Your answers may seem to be lost.

Gone missing.

Gone elsewhere.

To someone else.

But

Beautiful fragrance will follow the silence when silence is allowed its moment.

 

 

There is a Rose so Sweet

There is a Rose so SweetFragrance, fragrance, softness and love
Heaven sent fragrance sent from above
Lord, I thank you for this beautiful day
Lord, I thank you for this beautiful day

Today we live
What we shaped yesterday
And dream for tomorrow
So may the rosebuds of yesterday
Be the blooms for today
And the fragrance of tomorrow

(excerpt – in “Fragrance from the Spring”)

The Unfulfilled Rose – Sadness as Blossoms Fall and Lie in Falling Tears

Shattered in the Rain Over the last week or so, I have been peering out of our bay window on waking, to see my beautiful ‘English Rose’ blossoming before my very eyes and being in awe, once again, of the perfect work of my Lord and Saviour. This is one of two David Austin roses that I recently bought and I was so excited to see the finished rose.

Shattered in the Rain 2We’ve been having soft; but steady rain for quite a while now and the rose continued to break forth and grasp as much sunlight as possible.

Shattered in the Rain 3Words cannot describe this gorgeous bloom laced with scent from heaven.

Shattered in the Rain 4Sadly, the rain was bruising the underside (sorry I’m not technical in botanical terms).

Shattered in the Rain 5But each morning brought with it another stunning image.

Shattered in the Rain 6Really starting to open up now. I’m in love.

Shattered in the Rain 7So many petals on one sweet flower and the colour, divine.

Shattered in the Rain 8But the rain was taking its toll on the dear, little one.

Shattered in the Rain 9And this morning I awoke to a broken sight.

Shattered in the Rain 10My heart broke. Perfection, beauty lay fallen upon the ground.

Shattered in the Rain 11The creaminess had become a soft shade of lemon. Crushed. Compacted in pain.

Shattered in the Rain 13This is all that remains. Remnants of torn petals for which I feel much sadness and yes, guilt.

Shattered in the Rain 14For you see, a few days ago, I took the damaged petals from the rose. I had to tear them off. I feel that I have in some way contributed to the rose’s demise. It was unable to hold all of heaven’s tears and unable to take it any longer, it just gave up and surrendered to what it knew it couldn’t control.

 

I had even written a poem :-

“Such a silly thing I did today

I tried to take imperfection away

I prayed the Lord, He wouldn’t take

The beauty of the rose at stake”

 

But by tearing away what I thought was something that was marring its beauty, was in reality actually holding it’s very existence together.

Yes, I know there will be some of you that think I am totally exaggerating; but I see amazing stories and spiritual truths in God’s creation and being able to capture them with the camera is a blessing.

We grow stronger with our trials. With pain. With tears. With anything that makes us feel like we can’t go on.

Jesus is the only One who can hold us together.

Tearing Him from our lives is devastating.

Maybe not now.

But one day.

God bless all who read this.