Putting God first!
This brings me joy.
Do you like the clock face I made?
These are joyful labels.
This kind of JOY is a choice.
Increase Your Joy
One Job At A Time
Firstly, let me explain something.
This is not a poetry post but you are all welcome to read my poems! They will really bless your day because God really blest me when I wrote them! Keep scrolling down to find them.
Yesterday was a really stressful day for me. When I saw this daily writing prompt I thought, “Yes! I would like to write about yesterday but in a way that if I lived IT again, this alternative here would be far better.”
This writing exercise is helping me to avoid the errors of yesterday.
So firstly, let’s talk about the actual universe I existed in yesterday.
I was acting like I had a strict deadline meaning the whole day was an emergency. In reality, the day was not that way.
- I was feeling quite sick
- I was helping my daughter with a job
- I received a message that we owed over $2000 to a Government Department
- I was doing personal laptop work relating to income, tax and finances
- I was thinking about the guest coming tomorrow
- I was thinking about the cleaning in the house that needed doing
- I was thinking that I still hadn’t organised dinner for the family
- I was thinking that I still hadn’t gone to the shops
- I was stressed about a debt in the future that hadn’t even arrived yet
But as I analysed this later, I realised that there was only one job I needed to do, not all of the above! Even the one job I was doing, was not an emergency and I still had time to do it! I was operating with many fictional burdens that didn’t even exist but burdens that I was carrying even so.
Why?
I was essentially operating in a brainless fashion.
Stress does this to you. When you are stressed, it is easy to make poor decisions and your brain goes out the window.
I like to say, “Use your brain, don’t lose your brain.” Meaning….if you use your brain calmly, you will keep cool cognition flowing and you will function at peak performance.
Stress cannot be our driver, as it lies, distorts, thinks of the future and doesn’t operate with the mind of Christ.
Stress can operate without the brain, it specialises in mental crashes, including spiritual ones.
I even asked God yesterday, “Why do you leave me so broken?”
Meaning, I don’t want to feel stressed and struggle all the time! I want to feel what You are precisely telling us in Your Word. To remain permanently and perpetually calm.
As I think about all this now, I realised that I was not operating in God’s will yesterday. He already knew life was sinful, broken and messy but it did not need to be that sinful, that broken, that messy, in the way that I was operating outside His will. I was “over the top messy” with extra burdens that God didn’t tell me to carry and I was causing myself more pain by a completely unrealistic To Do List that God didn’t even write up for me.
In this alternate universe, I would go back and tweak yesterday. The whole day! I would change it by the hindsight I had today. I would live as God wanted me to live without the mess I had actually already experienced. I would live in this alternate universe, where God would be teaching me the whole time so that either living in the current or “other universe” I would be growing in both dimensions, the way God desired.
The good news? Even though we cannot go back and tweak yesterday, God already knows past, future and present.
There is no alternate universe for us. Not yet anyway!
But God is in all universes if they exist!
Based on His omnipresent leading, He will help you and me to live calmer today because He put this thought in our minds, “God will help me to trust Him as this is 100% His will, 100% of the time.”
Living in the spirit is the only way to maximise your spiritual coolness!
When you start getting hot in the flesh, like I did yesterday, a good thing to remember is to live like you only have one job to do.
Until that job is done, you only have one!
One job!
Forget the rest, dear Christian!
You could be in heaven by the end of the day.
Hunger Comes In Waves
This poem I wrote tonight is helping me with my intermittent fasting. It’s not always easy eating less but I realise that praying and being with God Himself, will help me conquer certain habits. Humour is a good way 😄 to grow. A merry heart is good medicine, remember? (Proverbs 17:22)
Hunger has no hands.
But fatty plans.
But still it waves.
It comes and goes.
It shouts, Hurray!
Break your fast!
I’m a weak state!
I cannot last today!
I must break.
Oh stop, I say.
Your just a wuss.
You have no soul.
Like a lifeless puss.
Be gone today.
Your just a wave.
In a big black hole!
Just go away.
Your off the track.
Your only lack.
You feed my shell.
You always come back.
I don’t like you.
Your such a pain.
You stuff the flesh!
And then eat again.
Me without you, I’m better off.
I don’t feed you, I’m gonna stop!
I feel your twinge.
Still I won’t cringe.
I will not say –
“Boohoo, I broke my fast today.”
Goodbye hunger!
See my wave?
Jesus fasted, He leads today.
I’ll follow Him, please do not stay.
I’ll sing and pray without delay. 🙏
I’ll feed my soul.
And not my flesh.
I’ll pray dear God to You today.
I’ll drink.
I’ll rest and rest some more. 😌
Then off to bed.
My prayers are said.
I feel much stronger!
My soul is fed.
Thank you Lord! 😊
Plant Pure Seeds
Once upon a time, a weed wore a mask. The mask was a flower. The weed was still a weed. The weed fooled others. But not God. Finally, the weed understood. It thought, “I need to be a flower for real. Only here can I make an amazing difference to the world!”
Good morning dear root I say.
How are you today?
Are you growing God’s way?
Let me check, I hear it say,
I know Jesus is the Way.
Were my seeds planted in good soil?
Or were my seeds in carnal turmoil?
As a root, I check what’s what.
Is Jesus at the top?
Meaning if He’s not,
I need to stop.
I need to pray.
I need to say, I plant a brand new way.
But first, I check my heart.
Hey, but stop I say today.
Your root has no heart, Ok?
A heart I do not have.
The root replies.
But I know your heart,
The one that cries.
For this heart, your
Saviour died!
Your heart that breaks apart
When Jesus Christ is put last.
Your right I say.
Jesus is the way!
I am Helen Olenjin.
Today and always!
I am on the way!
I am seeing roots today.
What can you teach me, I hear myself say.
I am a child of God.
Don’t go away.
God help me not to go astray.
Wait.
I pause.
I hear a knock at the door.
The door is in my heart.
It’s a still small voice.
It whispers
Make a fresh start.
I stop and pray.
Then I hear the root say
I am just a root.
Check your own fruit!
Is it pure and clean?
Is your soul pristine?
So I begin again.
I know that Jesus reigns.
I am Helen Olenjin.
Life is not a game.
I do not like fake fruit.
And I must check the root.
Is Jesus at the top?
Or is my life a big fat flop?
Am I a plant that looks like Groot?
But at the root, there’s bitter fruit.
A root that’s sick
Can build no bricks.
Instead it’s sand and very bland.
The wise man built his house upon a rock.
The foolish man was only sand!
His roots were weak.
Jesus was last.
He didn’t pray.
He didn’t fast.
He only built worldly chaff.
He only wore a mask.
Ohhh, that’s fake I cried. But Jesus died!
That’s real and true. Aye, aye the root replied.
Don’t put Jesus last.
In this place is no mask.
He sets you free
To be yourself.
And follow Him
Unlike the shelf.
Think before you act.
Are you fake in sinful pacts?
If you are, no time for cake!
It’s time to make a fresh new state.
Surrender your whole beating heart.
Time is short.
You must start.
When you do, you plant again.
This time, God plants
And then it rains.
His seeds start small
But pure are they
And all too soon
you shout Hurray!
Praise God!
I see fruit!
Jesus is the holy root!
From the root grows
Light and salt
Only then, the fakeness halts!
Helen Olenjin replies,
Praise God, my Jesus died!
Now I run from roots that die.
Today I choose to never thirst
And I drink His waters
On His turf.
I never bury all the worst
As only then comes the curse.
Instead, I confess and pull the roots
On toxic plants and sinful shoots.
Then my heart plants again
With the Son
In God’s rain.
At last, my soul is set free again!
From sinful roots and carnality.
I hold God’s hand, I’m finally free.
I bow my head.
I’m fully healed.
And suddenly
My spirit kneels.
I lift my head
A breakthrough comes.
The chains break free
My Saviour comes.
I see him with a red red rose
His blood and beauty
Never cold.
He holds it out
It’s just for me.
I cry and say
You’ve set me free.
I thank You Lord
For loving me.
You healed my life
And bent my knee.
Don’t you see Him loving me?
He will heal yours
He did for me.
It’s time to plant
But watch your seeds.
There are good and bad
For all to see.
Unwrap your soul
And unwrap fast.
Jesus will come soon.
Time will soon pass.
In your new state
A new covering will come.
The blood of the Lamb
The only true Son.
~Poem written by Helen Olenjin~
Refresh Your Child Soul – My Poem
Before you read further, I need to explain something.
I never write poetry.
I don’t read poetry.
Poetry is not my thing.
Poetry is not my gift.
The last time I wrote a poem was in High School.
However, recently that all changed.
As I was driving, three lines flashed through my mind.
They were unique and I had never heard them before.
What were the lines?
Not God’s will.
Not God’s work.
Not God’s way.
What followed after that?
An equal sign.
So what does -not God’s will, not God’s work, and not God’s way, produce?
Waste.
What does God’s will, God’s work, and God’s way, produce?
Wheat.
As I sat down to write again, this unique poem was birthed!
No, I wasn’t copying Doctor Seuss!
But I am glad it came out Seussy!
Why?
God sometimes uses humour to teach us things.
It is Ok to keep your child soul.
I think mine lives on even at 51 years of age!
So many adults are so stiff.
Many years ago, there was an older man I met who loved me!
I was a small child and he was like my senior Uncle.
He truly wished he could keep me in a bottle to stop me from growing up.
I hope I never did grow up!
This Seussy poem has refreshed my child soul.
I pray it also refreshes yours.
Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6)
God’s will.
God’s work.
God’s way.
I choose God’s will.
I choose God’s work.
I choose God’s way, I say.
If I choose
My will
My work
My way
Will I be OK?
I most certainly would, argues the clay.
I can see better today.
Hey, hey, I say.
You cannot see today.
You are not OK.
You are just a lump of clay.
Let me teach you, I say.
But first, let’s pray, OK?
I cannot pray. I’m only clay.
I see so well today.
You best be on your way!
Hey, I say,
You cannot be OK!
For Jesus is The Way.
Go away some people say.
I don’t need you today.
But will you have a better day?
When you push Him away?
What do you say?
Ok, I’m clay.
It’s odd today.
I see a better way.
But still I run away.
I see the dust.
I see God’s Way.
I need to choose today.
But be gone! I shout.
I’m fully set, OK!
As jelly gone astray, I trust my own wrong way!
I only bow to clay.
I’m off the track I say.
But this is my way!
But stop I say, Ok?
Your Potter speaks today.
What do I hear Him say?
Why do you run away?
When Jesus is the only Way?
Choose
My will
My work
My way.
You cannot go astray.
You need to stop and say,
Jesus is The Way.
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