Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Expectations...

A thought about expectations...
It's ok to expect:
God to keep His promises,
God to work good for you
in every situation.
You can expect God
never to fail you,
never to leave you,
never to forsake you
or give up on you.
Even if you fail Him
or act in disobedience
you can expect Him
to be faithful,
loving,
true,
kind, and forgiving.
He is loving and all powerful,
He is fearcly protective
of all His children
He guards us,
adores us,
is hurt when we hurt,
rejoices when we rejoice,
intercedes when we are week
and always hopes the best for us.
It's ok to expect God
to bring about His will
and to redeem every situation.
Expectations are only safe
if you trust God to do His will,
and if you expect to
not understand everything
He's doing.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Tears

I need to cry
to hide away and weep
no need to explain
things I don't understand.
Surrender...
Complete release,
love flowing down,
tears poured out,
washing my soul
cleansing my heart.
His love mixed with mine,
flows to the river of life,
setting me free,
carrying me along.
Swimming,
in the river
of His love.
More at rest under
than above...
Longing to fill my lungs
with His air.
Holding my breath,
refusing to take in
what this world is offering.
Spurgeon said:
Tears are the diamonds of heaven.
Oh my wise friend,
Does Jesus value
what the world calls weak?
I know He does.
Clueless,
they hoard their little treasures,
to their demise.
Lord you long to melt their hearts
and give them gold that lasts...
Gold so common to you
it paves your streets...
Oh, Lord,
most profound to me,
is that you wept...
That human sorrow,
broke your heart,
and caused you to morn.
My glorious Lord.
That you bend down
and listen,
is so precious.
My dearest friend,
one day,
I know,
we'll cry our last tears
and rejoice,
in the reunion of souls,
meant to be together.
I long for that day.
May I never stop
yearning for that day.
May I never treasure
this worlds offerings
over your worship.
My glorious God and King.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Light of the World

Darkness covered the Earth,
Darkness that can be felt,
Deep darkness
God said:
“Let there be light”
And a baby took His first breath
In Bethlehem
The brilliant
Luminescence
Was breath-taking
The people walking in darkness
Saw a great light;
On those living in the land
Of the shadow of death
a light had dawned.
And God said,
It is good.
Epic news
Brought to humble shepherds
In the night
A great company of heavenly host
Announced:
Glory to God in the highest
And on earth
Peace
To men on whom his favor rests
The unfathomable delight that somehow
God favored men
who sit on the ground
In the darkness
And smell of animals,
Low birth,
Low cast,
Low income,
Yet this is how Christ came.
Born then resting in the hay,
The smell of animals in the air.
Equality with God
He did not grasp,
But born to the lowly,
In their neighborhood,
Visited first by the homeless.  
The first Christmas trappings…
A birth by lantern light
A bright star in the night
The radiance from a Baby’s face
Angels singing
Animals in awe
Humans in awe
God is with us

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Trouble Focusing?

Trouble focusing
on more than a few short
sentences @ a time?

It could be that you have been injured
by our world of false sound bites.

Try to focus on truth.

Start small
and it's powerful impact
will soon cleanse your mind
and make focusing easier.

But don't be fooled,
jumping back into little lies
will weaken you.

The healing power of truth
has many benefits
but should not be ingested lightly,
the effects may profoundly change your life,
your family and friends may
soon not recognize you .

In fact the kindness displayed in your actions
and wisdom heard in your words
may soon impact every one
who comes in contact with you.

My Proof God Is Real!

I have an insatiable hunger
and only only only
God
satisfies it.
So He must have made me
and made me for Himself.

Like an incredibly complex machine
that can only function to it's potential
in the hands of it's masterful designer,

I am.

And when used by the world
I only produces shotty results.

But in the hands of my master craftsman,
I am an incredibly profound
and beautiful
work of art.

Only in His hands
do I reach my potential
and feel my worth
and purpose in life.


Note about this note:
Despite it's profound tranquility,
being inspired in the bath tub
has it's limitations.
I snicker at the thought of sharing this,
but it's hard to keep the side of the tub dry
after running through the
(thankfully empty)
house
for a pen and pad of paper.
But it was defiantly worth it.

Crisis Of Faith

Crisis of faith brings us to the precipice
of new understanding.
God has invested far too much
to give up the battle short of victory.
Take heart,
the battle belongs to the Lord
and the victory is sure.
We will come out stronger
as our God battles for our eternity.
We are the prize of His heart.
At any moment of doubt,
we can press in with assurance
of deeper revelation,
gratefully basking
in God's glory and love.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Father

I dreamt the Father held me
Until He had wiped away my last tear
and my sobbing subsided
as peace washed over me.  


All earthly expressions of father
have been flawed,
yet this picture in my mind
was more real somehow
than all I have witnessed on Earth.  




I live for the hope of that day.
Thank you for being patient with me,
for waiting for me to give you my heart,

for hemming me in
behind and before
and laying your hand upon me.  

Father, thank you for seeing in me,
more than I can see in myself.
Thank you for making up for
all of my failure by your mighty hand.

Father, thank you for doing battle
on my behalf.
Thanks that you rooting for me.  
That you shower me with more grace
and mercy
than I will ever deserve
and even know.  

Thank you for loving me
more than I understand 
the meaning of love. 

God thank you for sitting near me,
until I notice you are there
and then sharing your joy with me.
Thanks for helping me to cry
again and again
for the distance that separates us. 
And for the joy of sitting near you.  

Thanks for spanning the distance
of earth and Heaven to be with me.  

Thanks for words 
that usher me into your presence.  
I know the Holy of Holies 
is in this place
of worship and intimacy.

Father I love you.
Come soon, Lord Jesus. 
Save your chosen.
Come soon.
My hero, my Councilor,
my Father, and King.

c.Kim Damon 2010

Saturday, October 2, 2010

25 Things...


1- I was born in California, and then moved to New York, then Virginia. From age 8-10 I lived in Virginia Beach.
2- My mom dropped me off at the beach on the way into work and picked me up on the way home, so I spent my summer’s body surfing and playing in the ocean.
3- I was raised by my Dad from when I was 10 years old (after my parents divorced).
4- From age 10-12 my Dad would take me out from school for a week at a time and we would back-pack into the Saw-tooth Mountains in Idaho we took dehydrated food and camped out in the snow.
5- I was living on my own when I was 16, quite school and worked two jobs to support myself.
6- My first car was a Volkswagen Bug, it drove up hill at a top speed of 35mph but could park anywhere and I loved it.
7- I moved from Idaho to Washington to Alaska to Las Vegas to Watertown, NY while I was on my own.
8- I met my husband just after I turned 18, we married w/i the year and we have been together for 25 years.
9- I have 6 children, and it has never seamed like a big family.
10- I was scared to have the second child and told my husband he would have to help me, I didn’t think I had enough love and attention for two of them.
11- I was scared to have the third child I thought “I only have 2 hands, what will I do if all three need me?”
12- I went to college for fashion, advertising, and design. Then I was hired out of the program to manage a retail store and hated my job.
13- I taught my self to type when I was 17 to get a secretarial job with a book called Touch Typing Self Taught and at the time typed 45 wpm.
14- I taught myself to play the guitar about 6 years ago.
15- If you tell me “I can’t”, I feel an overpowering urge to prove I can.
16- My husband says I’m the most stubborn person in the world.
17- God and my husband are my 2 best friends.
18- I feel like I have every thing in life that I need, many things I want and feel so blessed.
19- My co-workers are a gift to me and great friends.
20- I am usually afraid of change.
21- I snuck into bars at 16 years old and now usually get carded when I try to buy my husband cigarettes.
22- I went to an all black school when I lived in Virginia and was picked on horribly but it made me love people of color and diversity.
23- I cry for others pain, when I feel close to God, and when I’m truly happy.
24- I have been forgiven for so much that there is nothing I cannot forgive.
25- I love to teach truth about God and help people 

Longing for God

by Kimberly Damon on Thursday, April 2, 2009 at 7:44am

You are the light in my darkness 
the water I long to swim. 
Let me experience the awareness of your presence. 
I want to be swept away by your Spirit, 
and moved by the current of your will. 
Your light banishes fear and deceit. 
There is no trouble in the light of your love. 
I long to feel the sun in my eyes and on my face. 
I close my eyes and smile. 
It's as if you feel my surrender and trust. 
Your hand under my chin and on my cheeks. 
Lord you know me. 
Will you come near me? 
Will you walk with me and hold my hand 
even as I ask I know you have been near,
 I've been to busy to notice. 
You've reached for my hand
but tempted by sin I've pulled away. 
I'm not perusing you but merely answering your call. 
You've been beckoning me to come away with you, 
but I've hit the snooze button 
and valued sleep more than our time together. 
Forgive me Lord. 
You alone, 
O Lord, 
are worthy of my affection 
and devotion. 
Please show me th way to where you are.
 Please part the Heavens and come down. 
Please lift me up to be with you. 
Show me what pleases you , 
let me be a delight to you. 
Please Lord, 
I want to make you smile.

Daughter, 
I delight in you. 
You are mine,
I created you to find joy 
in my presence. 
That is why you sorrow 
and feel loss 
when I'm far from you.
 It's a way to see how far 
you've traveled and a way 
to summon your return. 
Come away, 
be receptive to my call.
 If I ask you to come 
wont I handle all you leave behind. 
Surrender to me.
 I can help you fly away 
from the weight this world 
puts on your shoulders. 
Fly away , 
I wont let you fall. 
Fly away 
what can you loose 
that I haven't given?
 What can you loose 
but fear. 
Rejoice in my nearness. 
I am your light walk close 
and see the way clear, 
walk close 
and trust me.
Walk close.

When God Breaks In


It was day light and loud
the day that he came
I felt a change in the air
and it began to rain.
My house was not in order
but there was rhythm to my pace
I had not finished first
but I was running in the race
He said: “come away”
from behind, I heard His voice
Many needed my attention,
I needed to make a choice.
Pardon me, I said,
To the annoyance of a few.
There’s an important thing now,
That, I feel, I must do.
Concern was felt by some,
but others knew my tone
There were times to be with others,
And times to be alone.
Only One took priority,
Many felt, they, should come first.
He was the one who created me,
And quenched my every thirst.
Finally, I sat alone,
In the quiet of my room.
I waited full of joy and fear,
For the coming of my Groom.
We talked as time stood still,
And tears began to fall.
He had no agenda,
And needed nothing at all.
He knew my day was busy,
And wanted to give me peace.
Important things were missed,
As the motion never ceased.
The time we had was sweet,
I never wanted it to end.
“In truth, I call often”,
Said the voice of my friend.
Will you come back with me,
Into the noise of my day?
“This is always my delight,
I’m near you as you pray.
The more you come away,
The easier to hear my voice.
This life is full of distractions,
You must make the choice.
There is nothing we cannot do
together, laugh, cry and dance.
I long for your fellowship,
If you’ll give us the chance.”
You are God, my closest friend,
Each day I pray to grow.
Your power made perfect in my
weakness and grace you daily show.

Blameless...

Blameless...
This robe is so hard to wear. Righteousness seems to be easier to picture on me. I can imagine that Christ's love has so covered me that the robe of righteousness I could wear. But blameless... As I read the word it stuck in my mind as so unattainable. My sin is so evident I could never be blameless.

Yet I ask: "Father, are any blameless? Does the identity of Christ so cover me that you could see me as a child, without blame? Could I really be a fair-skinned lass with fine blond hair running to her daddy's arms; with love so pure to give and love so pure received, so pure that it's known? Without words it's known?"

Maybe I should come with my maturity that acknowledges my sin and has reverence and thankfulness for my forgiveness. But to come as a child I have to leave all that behind. I cannot analyze our relationship as to my blamelessness. I just see my Daddy and run to His arms. I run because I've played all day and I realize the love and safety that await me in His arms. I ask if he could provide a need and He smiles and puts my head to his chest. "As if He didn't know my need." I know He had already worked out the details. I know He was already in control. I didn't have to analyze the answer or lack of an answer. I asked my Dad and He's in control. I trust. I'm safe. I'm blameless in His sight, in fact, I'm blameless!

Only in His presence could I know without a doubt. I'm blameless. I don't understand... But as I come to Him as a child, I know He receives me as a child, pure and clean. I could not come with my accomplishments and wisdom without also bringing my sin. Yet as I humble myself and come with nothing to draw us but our relationship, Father to daughter, and the love, trust and true adoring nature of that love. Somehow all of my sin of being an adult falls off and I sit on my Fathers lap with his arms around me, knowing I'm blameless in His sight.

Thank you, Father c. Kim Damon 2004

Blameless...

Blameless...
This robe is so hard to wear. Righteousness seems to be easier to picture on me. I can imagine that Christ's love has so covered me that the robe of righteousness I could wear. But blameless... As I read the word it stuck in my mind as so unattainable. My sin is so evident I could never be blameless. 

Yet I ask: "Father, are any blameless? Does the identity of Christ so cover me that you could see me as a child, without blame? Could I really be a fair-skinned lass with fine blond hair running to her daddy's arms; with love so pure to give and love so pure received, so pure that it's known? Without words it's known?" 

Maybe I should come with my maturity that acknowledges my sin and has reverence and thankfulness for my forgiveness. But to come as a child I have to leave all that behind. I cannot analyze our relationship as to my blamelessness. I just see my Daddy and run to His arms. I run because I've played all day and I realize the love and safety that await me in His arms. I ask if he could provide a need and He smiles and puts my head to his chest. "As if He didn't know my need." I know He had already worked out the details. I know He was already in control. I didn't have to analyze the answer or lack of an answer. I asked my Dad and He's in control. I trust. I'm safe. I'm blameless in His sight, in fact, I'm blameless! 

Only in His presence could I know without a doubt. I'm blameless. I don't understand... But as I come to Him as a child, I know He receives me as a child, pure and clean. I could not come with my accomplishments and wisdom without also bringing my sin. Yet as I humble myself and come with nothing to draw us but our relationship, Father to daughter, and the love, trust and true adoring nature of that love. Somehow all of my sin of being an adult falls off and I sit on my Fathers lap with his arms around me, knowing I'm blameless in His sight.

Thank you, Father

Fullness of Joy

Fullness of Joy

Oh Lord I have heard “in your presence is fullness of joy”

-faith makes me believe these words are true 
but grieving leads me to long for this place. 
Is there a place free from pain? 
I do not doubt the existence of Heaven, 
but surely Lord you see my tears. 
Surely, they beckon you to me. 
Will this joy come and dispel my tears. 
Will you not come 
and share this place with me? 
If there is fullness of joy in your presence, 
then equally as true there must also 
be fullness of sadness in your presence. 
A true embracing of all that exists 
that should be grieved over. 
All that hurts, 
all that dies, 
all that is unfair 
and grievous. 
Surely you know all 
and have even wept yourself. 
So this fullness of joy 
that seams to stand contrary to my pain 
makes me feel as if 
I couldn’t be in your presence 
and still grieve. 
The words taunt me. 
Surely my tears 
are the doorway to your presence. 
I weep for my sins, 
for others pain, 
for my pain, 
for injustice, 
surely you weep for all this as well, 
so the “fullness of joy” 
must include tears 
and an awareness of pain 
and an embracing 
of all that hurt.

Weeping… Please answer me…

My Daughter, 

your pain is not joyful to me. 
And I sit with you in your grieving. 
So this joy in my presence 
is not what leads others to laughter, 
it’s a well being 
a knowledge that all is well 
and in my hands. 
Know that grieving is not sin 
and not absence from me. 
But rejoice in your sadness 
that joy will come in the morning 
and there will be a fullness of joy 
when we walk together 
by the crystal sea.
It will help you to yearn for that day 
as you battle the trials today. 
Knowing that on that day 
all this will be a faint memory, 
and all eternity will build on those moments 
we share together now. 
We can cry together, 
laugh together 
and hope together 
as we spend time together. 
Rest in the knowledge 
that all you see 
is not all there is to life 
and great joy awaits you 
on that day.

I will wait for that day Lord. 

As one waits expectant for the sunrise.

Come away…

Come away…

by Kimberly Damon on Wednesday, December 30, 2009 at 6:06am

Come away…
I’m pulled and drawn,
beckoned to a garden in my mind.
As I walk the smells of fresh spring grass
and flowers fill the air and brush soft against my feet.
The ground is cool and airy and I remove my shoes.
The sun shines down warming my face,
as if it’s heat is focused on me alone.
I close my eyes and raise my face toward the warmth.
I feel safe.
I feel God’s favor.
Music is carried on the wind,
the sound of harp, mandolin and bass,
then flute and drums join in.
I move and dance freely to the melody.
I’m not held by gravity and I float,
carried like a child into her fathers arms.
I am free.
The freedom carries me.
My long cotton flowing gown moves to the music,
white lace is blown in the breeze.
I enjoy each breath.
Caressed by the air,
inside my lungs,
and against my skin.
Tears stream down with the thought that this will end.
Finally, so full of experiencing the presence of the Lord,
to taste the sweet breath of his fragrance,
to smell and touch and hear His love,
to know His favor and delight in His ways.
His focused attention, only for me,
completely present,
nothing withheld
no separation,
love unfettered
set free to express and receive.
Fullness of joy defined.
Shalom…
A song a dance, a breath, colors, light,
heat, lifting, carrying, safety, embracing, love.
God.
My meaning in life.
My souls artist delighting in me,
His work of art.
My life displaying the indentations of His finger prints.
Reflecting His pleasure in my smile,
expressing His sadness with my tears.
Announcing His rhythm with my dance
and reflecting His glory in my countenance.
It was the answered prayer:
“Father may they be One with us as we are One”
no sin or sad shadows reside
or dare enter the melody of our meeting.
Even as I rejoice over our togetherness
I realize my souls lover has been waiting so long
for me to come.
He has beckoned me often
but I have insisted “important things must be done”.
How foolish I have been.
Yet there is no condemnation here.
Only an invitation to return often,
as often as I can.
I feel nothing in that moment could tear me away,
yet somehow I know even now,
there is something else that “should” be done.
“No!” My heart insists to myself,
I want to be here.
Even more than food, more than sleep,
more than people who need me,
more than things I should do.
I think it’s time to let some people down,
time to disappoint my flesh,
time to walk in the joyful, restful, peaceful,
loving presence of the Lord.
I had said “take me there”,
He said “come in, I’ve been waiting for you”.
Come often, draw near to me and I draw near to you,
stay away and I greave as you are weakened
and battles, never fought, are lost.
I war for you and you roll over for more sleep,
I bring a feast to you,
and you fill up on the junk food of life.
You are not nourished only weakened
and hungers cries are deafened by the noise of counterfeits.
Be still…
Remember the tastes,
remember the smells,
when you recognize them,
draw near,
I’ll be hear waiting,
come away often my love.

Kimberly Damon

A Moment of Reflection

A Moment of Reflection From Isaiah 53

by Kimberly Damon on Monday, March 29, 2010 at 12:49pm

He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, 
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him...
I pictured walking by, not being attracted to him,
but his eyes captured me.
I was filled with love,
inescapable, arresting, love.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Him.
I longed to live in those loving eyes.
Is this why they blindfolded you when they beat you?
Could they not bare to look into those eyes?
Like one from whom men hide their faces...
They just couldn’t bare to behold your deep,
deep love.
I paused and couldn’t walk by.
All time stopped, all else in life disappeared,
It was just you
and the eternity of creative,
redeeming,
rescuing,
protective,
compelling,
love.
I longed for it.
It called to me.
I found it all in the gaze of your loving eyes.
All life was wrapped up in this moment,
Please, may I stay, I thought.
Then I realized it was you who stopped my motion,
you stood still capturing me,
longing to stay with me,
and share the moment.
You were not on your way somewhere else,
you had been waiting,
watching,
calling me,
all with this look,
all in your eyes,
the window to your loving soul.
Surely you took up my infirmities,
And carried my sorrows.
You were pierced for my transgressions,
and crushed for my iniquities,
I want to pour salve on your wounds
And weep at your feet.
Thank you my champion,
My Hero,
My King,
I was unable,
you accomplished, what I could not.
I was a failure,
But you qualified me.
Thank you my hero,
My King.
I was an orphan,
You adopted me and put me in a family.
You were punished to bring me peace,
You were wounded that I might be healed.
I was lost like a sheep,
and had gone astray.
Yet, you like a lamb were silent
and led to slaughter.
by this oppression and judgment,
I was set free.
My light of life,
You have made me righteous
And justified many
You poured out your life
unto death,
To give me life.
The reality of this love,
is clearly seen,
as I look into your eyes.
I worship you my Champion and King 

Ungrateful Children


How many gifts in each moment
can you receive without becoming
unconscious of them?
Immune to the joy intended by the giver?
Would less gifts be better?
Would the giver then be blamed
for the generosity shown to the thankful?
If the giver shows no favoritism,
should we reconsider what gifts are around us
in each moment,
and take stock?
See our selves as ungrateful children,
who use and abuse and discard.
Trampling treasures under foot,
with out regard for the gift or the giver.
Repentance…
Father, thank you for time,
it’s a gift…
I want to take it up
from under my feet.
Wash it off
with the forgiveness of Christ
and cherish it.
I want to use each second
in a grateful expression of my love
for the giver…
Father, thank you for work…
It is such an undervalued treasure.
Help me to do the good work
you planned, before the creation of all things,
for me to do.
Let me not labor in vein,
but let your glory be seen in my joy
and excellence.
Let me do all for your exaltation,
in a life of worship to you.
Father, thank you for my family...
These are not people with issues.
These are lives and souls you desired me to invest in.
Lives braded together with mine
in this life journey.
Let the chords we display
make a melody pleasing to you.
as we are touched by your loving hands.
Our symphony of life is intertwined integrally
with our co-workers and friends.
May the worship of our lives bring you glory,
and may others enjoy the melody
and join in the celebration of song.
Father, perhaps hardest of all to be thankful for
Are the gift of trials.
Thank you for trials.
Like work,
we are strengthened by them
and like work,
if gone through in your strength
and for your glory,
much can be accomplished…
May I see the gift of each trial.
May I learn to trust you
and grow in faith
as each one is used
to bring about good for my life.
Father, thank you for this life,
for Jesus
the beautiful expression of your love
for me,
your commitment to my success
and salvation.
Thank you for the Holy Spirit,
my comforter and guide.
Thank you for all the expressions of love
you show me each day.
I want to be a child who values each gift
and be a good steward of the treasures
placed in my care.
Thank you for your will,
I want to walk more fully in it.
Thank you for your favor,
I want to rest and worship near you.
Thank you for adoption,
that you would choose me,
and call me your own
this is amazing
beyond words…
I love you Father,
thank you for this day,
the possibilities that lay before me.
Thank you for your friendship,
my companion and guide.
I want to give back to the giver.
Please take my life,
I will live it only for you.
Please take my heart full of gratitude.
Please take my tears,
I pour them at your feet.
I surrender to the one
who has given me all things…

c  Kimberly Damon 2010

Learned~Forgotten

I Have Learned & I Have Forgotten


I have been a Christian
for 26 years
in that time I have learned some
very important things,
unfortunately,
in that time,
I have also forgotten
some very important things…

I have learned:
God is near…
God is powerful…
God loves people…
God’s way is the best way…
Pride sneaks up on me…
I am tempted easily…
I am a clay pot…
God has more forgiveness
than I have sins...
I always think I’m right…
God is infallible, I am not…
If God said it, it’s true...

At times I forget:
How much He loves me…
How much He paid for me…
How often He thinks of me…
That He will never leave me
or forsake me…
That we win…
That He is for me…
That there is a great cloud of
Witnesses rooting for me…

I have learned, God helps me
And I can do anything
When He helps me.
I have learned to give God glory.
I sometimes forget to give God glory.
I have learned I am forgiven
I forget that sometimes too.
I have learned…
(so many times) I have learned
Nothing satisfies but Jesus!

And lastly,
the most important thing I have learned…
the way to have the most joy
for the longest period of time
with out fail
is to live
in loving relationship
with Jesus Christ

Wishes

Blowing wishes
like bubbles
or kisses,
they float to the sky
beyond my sight
and out of mind
into the light
captured and caught
heard and saught,
I'm loved and bought,
I'm cherished and taught.
Grace falling down,
whirling around,
like leaves 
surround
faith is growing
His mercy showing 
kisses blown down
safety abounds
All is well
I'm loved