Pine Lodge, Becoming Whole

(To the Ladies of Pine Lodge, Timberline Knolls)

A place of change,

The girls in lodge,

A part of the

journey of healing.

Together they provided,

Strength, Wonder, Hope

And Honesty…

So many attributes of growth.

Pine Lodge provided,

A safe place for some,

Even though,

It is truly a safe place.

Many of us struggled,

And ran away

from ourselves,

Remembering trauma or dissociation or fear.

Trauma is real,

Not everything is life comes easily,

There is purpose in the learning,

It hurts,

It tears you apart,

Part of recovery,

Is putting the pieces together,

And fixing the shattered heart,

with Gold.

We are changed,

We are bold,

We are strong,

We are becoming whole.

One day at a time…

It is a beautiful process,

We all stop running,

We are filled with love,

To face new beginnings.

The goodness in the valleys and the mountains.

Brokenness,

Recovery,

Learning,

Becoming a sisterhood.

-KI-

There’s a Girl I know…

She is witty

A bright soul

Someone who loves no matter what

Who drops everything to pray for anyone on their behalf or in person

Loves Jesus

More than you know

She is so hard on herself

Seeks to make a difference and share her testimony

Big eyes, Big heart, Big Hopes…

A fighter

A warrior

A princess

She strives to be made whole in God.

She doubts who she truly is in the eyes of her Father.

She screams instead of surrendering to love.

She fears being hurt…

Because that is what she is used to.

But she does love the good shepherd.

Hugs can be warm and comforting.

She desires to be seen, known, heard and loved.

The journey continues on…

New beginnings, New changes…

To be aware of His Presence.

He knows her, He sees her, He loves her.

Sometimes

The chiming of the bell,

The alarm that wakes you to the core,

Tick, Tock goes the clock,

Am I too late?

To snip and suture the wound?

I need the Almighty Surgeon and Healer.

To put the pieces back together…..

To help me to be whole.

Sometimes I cry,

Sometimes I pray,

Sometimes I reach my hands to the sky,

And sometimes I feel afraid.

To feel, is okay.

But to remain in the depths of despair,

That mindset needs a reset,

Hold on tight, deep breath, bosom to the floor with hands clasped gently together.

He will meet you there.

He is always with you, always.

That hope that resonates to the core,

I keep repeating… He is Here…

He knows that I’m drowning…

He holds the vine…

Reach out, it is within sight,

Jump and take flight.

He’s got you,

He knows your brokenness,

He knows your desires to be made whole.

Numb

He is there.

Maybe that is where I’m supposed to be?

I need to be held,

Because I’m falling apart.

Deep breath.

Listen.

He loves you and I.

To be whole.

Desolation

What is love?

Unconditional love?

Jesus, I reach to you

I feel alone,

I feel angry,

I feel deeply hurt.

Those places where the crows fly,

The dust swirls,

The sun blocked by the polluted atmosphere,

I am thirsty, I am hungry, I struggle to breathe,

My hope is in you,

Please help me to get this pain out,

To release it all to you,

To trust you.

Dear Poppa, I need you close.

The beckoning

Even in the turmoil,

Of the dark desolate place,

There is hope,

A light so bright,

That it beckons,

As if to extend warmth,

A hand,

A smile,

Silly me I must have forgotten my manners,

My furrowed brow says No,

My soul says yes,

My heart is healing slowly.

The truth,

Hope is rising,

More everyday,

To come alongside, Thank you,

My feet are worn and bloody,

My eyes are aching,

But there is hope,

He died for me,

He chose me,

He adopted me,

He is lifting my heart and my head.

He brings restoration,

He brings redemption,

But I struggle,

And He knows,

I squirm and throw a fit,

Because healing hurts,

And I’d rather not feel,

But feeling can only lead to understanding,

His compassion,

His love,

His Grace.

So, I lean into Him,

A little more each day.

May the lies stop hindering my steps.

Will you comfort me as I heal?

I would like that Jesus.