The Redeemed

By: Anna Bryant      Emotions are humans blessing and curse.  The heart is one of the most fragile pieces of this world.  Your mind try's to grasp what exactly your emotions are,  Are they happy?  Are sad?  What are they?  People think they have their own emotions figured out.  Do they?  Broken hearts mend through time and friends.  Friends that keep you close.  Emotions are confusing, but I think it is a way Christ molds into more like him.  Are emotions real? Can they be trusted?  What is the purpose for them?  Emotions equal questions,  Questions equal searching,  Searching equal understanding,  Understanding shows us purpose,  And purpose proves God.  Emotions can be painful but through them you gain understanding.  I really don't know the answer "are emotions good for us?" but I am searching.    

Written by: Anna Bryant In memory of James Owens You were there. With your deep, dark eyes looking into my small form. Your hands, used to hard work, touching my spirit Who knew I would be so much like you?!   You watched me when I toddled around the room gazing for adventure. Watching as I learned to pick myself up, teaching me. Scolding me with a rough tone while I fell into fits of giggles when you pretended to be grumpy. I saw your heart, your love, your spirit.   You were always there for each performance no matter what my role was. I learned to expect you there. I eagerly awaited the hug that always followed at the end of a performance. I loved how your face lit up when it found mine.   I'm not sure when it happened but you always amazed me. You became my hero. I wanted to work with wood because you did it. I wanted to learn about cars because of you.   Now you’re gone. And I now have broken pieces of my heart that ache after you. I can't run into those strong ...

Remember your words have power to build up or destroy, speak truth in love  By: Anna Bryant I watch you smile with another's blood dripping from your fangs. You push and shove to get your way, leaving destruction as a trail behind you.  Do you not care about the dreams you've crushed? The hearts you've broken? The searing pain you've slit in others passions by speaking filthy lies.  A heart has been turned to stone by your loathing words.  You carry the blame of what you stole.  You will be tried,                 And found guilty with her blood on your hands.  May God be your judge! Lord God help the broken and shattered spirit. Bind up the broken shards. Use this pain. Transform the broken wing into one filled with serving strength. Give courage to fly again. May we all be filled and shine your glory! All power to you Lord!

"I will build you up again, and you, Virgin Israel, will be rebuilt. Again you will take up your tambourines and go out to dance with the joyful." Jeremiah 31:4 To be built up again, one must be torn down at least once. When anyone is rebuilding a house, they have to make sure all damaged debris is pulled away before rebuilding. Just as a house,  when someone hurts us we must be allowed to rid our self of the debris of that damage. we can't hold onto the broken piece or it grows in bitterness, which will rot out the new structure we try to build. Everyone has been hurt at some point in their lives. The pain can be deep, sharp, and feel as though it may never be healed. We must let go the of the splintered shards of insults, broken trust, or unhealthy expectation. The splinters are getting under your fingernails, not the one who inflicted the pain, it can damage your life. When you are hurting you feel helpless, like you can't help anyone else, but it...

"1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say to the Lord , "My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."" Psalm 91:1-2 We must dwell, live our life, not just pit stop our lives in him. Just as a small child realizes a shadow of a parent and attempts to stay in it until the sun fades to the darkness of life.  We must also walk entrusting our lives to God's tender care. Just because I used the word tender, does not mean it is easy. Love is not always a gushy feeling, it is a word of correction, a disciplining hand, or a open heart.  You must bind yourself to the truth of God's love for you. Give him the chance to change your life. Giving you the grace of a fresh start! Fly with Christ!

Written By: Anna Bryant The ink of my pen touches the the page as the people touch my heart.  Some stab, others grace the page.  The color mix,                                 grow,                                              and change.  Blending creating an entirely new color.  The colors stir the pools of emotions in my soul.  Creating new life,                               new hopes,                                             new dreams.  Now for the bigger challenge,          To believe there is a stain in me...