The Redeemed

Written by: Anna Bryant Give me strength to follow you Lord. Help me to know your face in a crowd. Let me not lose sight of the goal while in this world of training.  I have struggled to run this race which was set for me, since before I was born.  I want to know how I can best praise  your name. Is it by dancing to a song giving you praise? Or by reciting the best written script imaginable? You say all these things will pass away…. So what is it you want from us? A question so many have strived to answer, yet why are so many unsatisfied. What if the best answer is contentment to your will…. what if we stop trying to chose what is worthy of your praise  instead,    Love like you did, Pray as you prayed to your Father, Trust in the promises you have made. Living out our faith instead of acting out faith.

Written By: Anna Bryant God! this stretching hurts. why do you let all the pain happen? why do you let me get hurt, over and over again. you have all power, yet, you let that board hit me in the head. you let my vision blur.  the world has lost all stability, my head is swimming, and nothing can calm the sea in my stomach from raging. you say you love me but there is so much pain. I know you are with me and sometimes that makes me feel worse. I know you can stop it all in a breath but the pain continues.  The Creator of the universe who loves me, but won't stop the pain. how is this preparing me? how does this make me stronger? Words cut deeper than the board could.  "Why do you get hurt all the time?" "Maybe we should put you in bubble wrap?" Each time, I fight the doubt that you, The Creator, might not care. I look around and see others who have not been through so much and I try hard not to envy them.  (A Breath) You are constant and I know this. you are fait...

Written By: Anna Bryant The curtain is down,                      the music is over. The costumes have been stored away. Now what? The rushing voices are silent. Nothing but the ghosts of what has been remain. Set has been demolished leaving nothing but a stage. Now what is there for me? An empty stage. Filled with the history of the past WIth the full potential of the new. What is the next story to be told? The great minds          Shakespeare,                          Chekhov,                                        Brecht. All who understood the pains of the theater. Who were they to know? All bring something new to the stage. People make the story. History, creation, art. Art which to...

Written by: Anna Bryant You no longer look me in the eyes. See me for who I am. How did I lose my worth to you? All love has left your eyes. How many days feel as though they are caught? Caught in fast forward motion. Does anyone see me? Do I see me? I see you. I see your strength. You have been hit by so many lethal words. Yet you still choose to stand for truth. Love has not left my eyes, Your love for yourself is what you no longer accept. Let go of your self judgement. Look through my eyes,                            see what I see.                                             Wholeness.     ...

Written by: Anna Bryant Pulsing beats course through my body.  My mind still quiet as midnight.  The world unconscious to these brave few who face the day before the waking of dawn.  Preparing themselves to slay the dragons of the day.  Sleep is left like a ghost in the bed which they left only with the body heat of what had been.  Music assisting with the morning drive to push forward.  To focus.  My heart begins to race along with the speed of your feet drumming the ground.  The first mountain of the day, complaining muscles just encourage us to continue on.   The adventure of the day has started...  

By: Anna Bryant     This world was not what people said It is exaggerated , stretched , or faded .  What is the fear of being real?   So many choose to be plastic or copies of another.  They fall into the mold by trying to break it.  All such imitation are the shimmer of the truth. Of what is real...   The children are the ones without false actions. They show us the true freedom.  Giving us hope to have that same unbroken trust.  We make life sterile due to a pointed fear.   With no chance taken, no life is lived.  Creativity cannot be birthed without stepping out of fear and into something new.  Will you dare to gaze at the new....

This is a week to remember our freedom, our freedom in christ. "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery"                                       Galatians 5:1