“There’s got to be more to life than this!!!”
I am so tired of this life that I live. And I’ve been tired and frustrated with my life for a long time now. Well, I consider a few years to be a long time, maybe that’s not long for some. Oh, and don’t worry, when I say “I am tired of this life that I live” I’m NOT feeling or being suicidal, rather, what I am saying is, I am tired of not living the life I’ve been created to live and I’m tired of settling for less.
I wrote the first draft of this poem on 29th September, 2007 and wrote the final copy on 8th October, 2007. Through the book ‘Captivating’ by Stasi & John Eldredge I have been discovering how much beauty means to God and I wanted to write a poem that captured beauty and also captured the beauty of woman and how special a woman is to God. “My Daughter” started out life entitled ‘Woman’.
However, God had other plans; He opened up a wound; a wound I discovered after a day at my parents’ house with the boys and without Tim. I used the ‘Captivating Guided Journal’ to help me work through this wound. The path of restoration led to a place where you ask Jesus to come and heal you. You listen for his voice and hear what he is saying to you. And then you ask God to father you. Part of the prayer says ‘…Reveal your love for me. Tell me what I mean to you…’
The poem “My Daughter” was his answer to me. Every time I read this poem, and I read it every few days, I am in awe, I am amazed; not by my talent, but by the love God has poured out for me. And I believe this poem is not just God’s words for me, but for every woman alive.
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This post came about as a result of writing about the poem “God Believes In Me”.
I read this poem at church one Sunday morning in August 2005, and it was good. I knew it was good before I read it. Reading it to the congregation I ‘knew’ it was good. And reading it again two years later, it is still good.
A teenager (a girl) came up to me afterwards telling me that the poem had made her cry (which was pretty unusual) and she really loved it, and could I give her a copy? Several other people came and told me they’d been touched by it and it was a good poem.
As I said, I ‘knew’ it was a good poem, but it is always nice having others say it too. And having other people tell me something I’ve done is good, is really difficult.
This poem was first written on 17th September, 2007 after a visit to the Ian Potter Foundation Children’s Garden in the Royal Botanic Gardens Melbourne.
We met up with the boys Grandparents for a picnic - it was a beautiful day and I was inspired. The poem was written while I was at Brydon’s taekwondo grading which we went to after having our picnic. I found it kinda interesting, I was just scribbling a few notes so I could remember what we did and what it was like and it came out as a poem!
I’ve also written a post about the day that you’ll find on our “Adventure” site (www.thegreatadventure.into) so click on A Day At The Children’s Garden to read this post in a new window.
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“There’s got to be more to life than this!!!”
I am so tired of this life that I live. And I’ve been tired and frustrated with my life for a long time now. Well, I consider a few years to be a long time, maybe that’s not long for some. Oh, and don’t worry, when I say “I am tired of this life that I live” I’m NOT feeling or being suicidal, rather, what I am saying is, I am tired of not living the life I’ve been created to live and I’m tired of settling for less.
Recently one morning, I had been pouring out my heart to Tim about it, as I did I began crying, so overwhelming was the despair engulfing me if the best life had to offer me was this - my life as it is right now. I sat down and penned this poem in about fifteen minutes. My despair and frustration just poured itself onto the page rather eloquently, so much so that there has not been major reworkings, just some tweaks here and there. For a greater understanding of what I’m saying check out the More To Life post.
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This is a brief paragraph about the poem ‘My God’ first written on May 25th 2007 - if you want the full story, read the post ‘The Story Behind The Poem “My God”
The day did not begin well and it went down hill from there - ‘…I’m a sobbing mess on the bed…feeling incredibly sorry for myself, am sobbing hysterically and almost hyperventilating…’ the negative thoughts I was ‘hearing’ and ’seeing’ in my head were not my own, those thoughts are whispers, lies from the devil, the great deceiver. ‘But David found strength in the Lord his God.’ (1 Samuel 30:6) and so did I. So I began saying out loud, “God you are my rock; You are my strength; You are my shield, my protection…” and I came out of the whole experience Victorious!
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So, why did I choose Eve’s Daughter as the name of my blog? If you’ve read the “About” page, you’ll have a pretty good idea and I will endeavour not to repeat myself too much in this post. When I first began writing my “About” page, it was huge and it slowly dawned upon me that there was just too much stuff to put up. So if you think the About page is long now, it’s nothing compared to what it was gonna be! So here’s the story of how Eve’s Daughter came to be…
The following is taken from my journal (slightly edited) on Friday 18th of May 2007. It describes what I was going through the day I was heading off to a Women’s Conference that I didn’t want to go to, and I was wondering why the heck I had booked it the year before! As you may have read in earlier posts, I don’t like women’s conferences - the speakers are always great, but it’s all the fluff and bubble that goes around it that I dislike considerably! However, this post is not about that stuff, it is the story behind the writing of the poem ‘My God’.
Sunday 26 August 2007
I was at church without T this morning (without T - nothing unusual there, what’s unusual these days is if he’s well enough to cope with coming!) Anyway, after church I spent time talking with the pastor - he’s really good at listening and genuinely interested and caring in you and what you have to say; he has time for you and that’s really nice. I told him about our plans for travelling around Australia, what makes me come alive, what’s been ‘killing’ me and that with T suffering from chronic fatigue syndrome, what sort of help would be useful to us.
Okay, a couple of weeks ago I wrote a post called ‘A Gift From God’ about his provision of a holiday for us. Now we haven’t gone yet, and I was at the point where I just wanted to cancel the whole thing, I didn’t want to go any more, it was all too hard. For the last two days I have been dreading this holiday. Not the holiday itself, but the preperation and the packing. The more I thought about all the things that had to be done so we could go away, (and the list was ENORMOUS) the more I was dreading getting ready - there was so much to do and with T pretty much out of the picture for that sort of stuff (a chronic fatigue syndrome sufferer), it was all my baby to organise and make happen. And me, I’m one of those people who puts off those things that are daunting me, I go all “ostrich” (bury my head in the sand and hope it will fix itself while I’m not looking!) I don’t know why I persist in doing it, it hasn’t worked yet and at 37 I’ve had plenty of experience of it not working - you’d have thought I’d have figured it out by now!