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“I Know There’s Something More…” – Nick Vujicic – An inspirational figure for our times

Published April 30, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

If there is anyone in the world today that should be an inspiration to all people, be they young or old, with a physical disability or an emotional one – or not; even if you feel you are doing pretty good in the world today and don’t really have many worries.  But perhaps you strive to do better, you would like to aim higher in life, maybe you think, you know, others may have it better than you and you feel you are lacking…think again – here is a man who really has a reason to be in despair, to give up and just say the world has won.  But does he give up?  Does he live in despair?  No he doesn’t.  Watch his amazing story unfold, be INSPIRED and remember what Nick says: “I know there’s something more…”

An introduction…

Nick is an inspirational speaker.  He speaks from the heart about how God has changed his life.  There are many videos of Nick speaking but here are a couple that really spoke to me…

This one had me laughing like a loony and crying like a baby…

If you don’t take anything else away from Nick’s inspirational messages – remember what he says when he says: If you don’t get a miracle – BE the miracle for someone else!  How awesome is that?  And perhaps give away a few hugs today…

 

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Strength of the Volcano – NaPoWriMo Day 29

Published April 29, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Last night I dreamed a volcano erupted.

It was the biggest explosion I have ever seen.

The WHOLE mountain exploded

Into a fiery mega pillar of red hot magma

Reaching right up into space.

It was like the tension in me

Had reached boiling point

And then was released.

People who had been on the mountain

Just evaporated into dust!

Like my old life – and blew away in the fiery wind.

I felt cleansed, refreshed,

Like it was a sign of something new and big

About to change in my life

And I was going to be bold, fierce and strong

Just like that volcano,

And have the confidence to say

I’m not invisible anymore –

HERE I AM!

© Laura Crean 29th April 2015

Building the Future – NaPoWriMo Day 25

Published April 25, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

building the future

I watch my daughter hard at play.

My youngest child, in her own world,

her imagination fired

as she creates a realm out of building bricks.

It’s been this way with children

since children learnt

to stack one brick on top of another,

and another, and another.

This is a recognized stage

in the development of children.

But children grow and become adults,

and adults build societies,

which build nations.

And nations build ages

through the generations.

Each age looks back at the last

and thinks how childish their actions.

Children learn through play.

They develop all areas of their brains,

and cognitive development takes many forms.

They learn physical skills,

how to use hand-eye coordination,

how their muscles and bodies work

in their space.

They learn the rules of society,

how to ‘be social’,

how to play fair,

how to share.

They learn about their emotions,

how to comfort their playmates,

when they are in pain or distress – building relationships.

A simple game of building bricks? You may ask.

Can it do so much for a child?

And what of humanity?

If it doesn’t sit with its playmates

and learn to build together,

how then will the next age look?

But my daughter doesn’t play

with wooden bricks or coloured plastic

that needs to be felt, manipulated, balanced,

fitted together carefully;

judged by touch, shape, weight, space.

She doesn’t have a friend sitting next to her

sharing the bricks in a pile on the floor in front of them,

playfully sharing the space,

knocking down each other’s towers

and laughing about it,

helping each other build it up again,

seeing who can build the highest,

crying when a friend accidentally

pokes the other in the eye with a brick

and being reprimanded by an adult

for not being careful.

Comforting the victim

with soft sorrys and a gentle hug;

as it has always been

with children at play.

But she doesn’t build a tower and see a castle – no!

Her play space is an electronic screen.

The bricks are animated.

Her playmates chat happily enough to her

through cyber space – from the other side of the world,

into her ear-piece.

They laugh together,

tell jokes,

invite each other into each other’s brick-built worlds.

But they aren’t just building towers.

They are mining the minerals.

Crafting the raw elements into substances of real value

and building real cities – with purpose – with vision!

The world she creates is incredibly complex,

her architecture revolutionary!

But what has she lost?

Is she indifferent to her playmates feelings

when she can’t see him

or touch his hand as he reaches for one of her bricks?

Can she empathise with him?

These children when they play together at such a distance

sound so angry!

They make selfish moves,

‘kicking’ each other out of each other’s games

if the other upsets them.

They swear at each other through the headsets,

killing their avatars with computerised swords and axes

and then laugh about it with each other.

When did building become war?

Or has it always been so?

Has their innocent game become corrupted?

How easy it has become to put weapons in the arms of babies!

© Laura Crean 25th April 2015

I AM

Published April 24, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

I’m so sorry you’re sad

She said sympathetically

Through an indifferent powder painted smile

Sad?

I whispered through a veil of misty emotion

Sad…is your goldfish dying unexpectedly overnight

Sad…is saying goodbye to a visiting friend

Who you won’t see for a while

Sad… is missing your favourite show on TV

Because you were late home

Sad…is not what I am…

What I am is almost impossible

To put into words…

I am…lost, starving and thirsty…

Stumbling around like a sheep lost in the wilderness…

Or in the desert

With no direction, no compass to guide me

And no cover from the unrelenting scorch of the burning sun

With no bread to satisfy my hunger

And no water to quench my thirst

I am…in despair

With no purpose – blind, invisible

Unloved and unlovable

Numb from the never-ending storms

That whips my already battered spirit

Into an unrecognizable rag

I am…torn

The leftover wrapping of that beautiful gift

That your mother gave you on your 16th birthday

All that’s left is a crumpled piece of gold and a blue bow

I am…lonely

A withered branch that can no longer produce sweet fruits

Brittle from lack of care

I am…misunderstood

Standing vulnerable in the line of fire on a battlefield

Exposed – a target for flaming arrows and hollow bullets

I am…tired

One who has been in the darkest of tunnels

Where hope has been an abandoned lover

Sitting on an empty, stationary train

Waiting for the lights to come back on

I am there now…on that train

Sitting in the dark

Too weary to get up and search for a way out

Silence roaring like a wind in my ears…

It’s so dark and so quiet that all I can hear is my own heart

Beating, fast, hard – fear creeps in and chains me to the seat…and then

A voice and a light, way off in the distance,

A pinprick at the end of the tunnel

And the voice grows louder

And the light grows brighter…

I…

AM…

I AM…

I AM that I am…

Forever, unchanging

I am the light of the world…

 I am the bright morning star – let me light your path

I am the way, the truth, the life – walk with me

I am the good shepherd – follow me

I am the door of the sheep – the way to freedom

I am the bread of life – eat and be satisfied

I am the living water – drink and quench your thirst

I am the root…

I am the true vine – with me you will become fruitful and multiply

I am your shield – I will protect and reward you

Take heart…

I am the resurrection and the life

I am the Lord your God – take my hand and do not be afraid

I am coming soon…

 

© Laura Crean 24th April 2015

Genesis 15:1,

Exodus 3:14,

Psalm 22 Psalm 23 Psalm 40, Psalm 69, Psalm 102 (he has heard and answered)

Isaiah 41:4 Isaiah 41:13

John 6:35, John 8:12,  John 8:24, John 8:58, John 10: 7-9, John 10: 11, 14, John 11:25,  26, John 15:1 -8

Revelations 1:8, Revelations 1:17, 18 Revelations 21:6, Revelations 22:13, Revelations 22:16

Inspired by – https://www.icr.org/article/500/

A quick commentary on “I AM”

It is a poem that builds on the theme of ‘I AM’ – I AM is what God calls himself “I AM that I am means he is forever and unchanging – eternally God. All of the I AM lines are taken directly from scripture and are in direct response to the needs and suffering of humanity (the I ams in the first half of the poem.) Also taken from scripture but then built on around my own depression and anxieties. The train represents the journey, the tunnel, the turning point. The moment God found me and told me who he is and how he can save me from my despair. The scriptures are scattered throughout the bible, in both the Old Testament and the New Testament. They could be stand alone poems – yes – but they are very much both dependent on each other. The first half can be read as very much set in the now, in contemporary times, and many may relate to any or all of the themes of human suffering highlighted, the second half of the poem comes directly from the bible and so it shows that even with the time span and language difference, God is still answering our calls, they are the same human conditions wherever in time you care to read about them. In this way it confirms that God is as he says – the I AM – forever, unchanging, the beginning and the end, always alive, always working in people’s lives. That is what the poem represents.

 

Didactic Discourse?

Published April 24, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Spinning faster

Killing time

Colours merging

Into lines

Mixing metaphors

Finding space

Confusing patterns

Losing face

Doubting reason

Choking rhyme

Turning seasons

On a dime

Blending sounds

With attitude

Making diphthongs

Long and rude

Wordy wisdom

Pithy puns

Feeding poets

On the run

Getting dizzy

Vision veiled

Party politics

Where sense has failed

Tying tongues

Morally muddled

Sheering sheep

While they’re still huddled

Tattered talk

Cheap and nasty

Voices venomous

Ranting raspy

Spinning faster

Killing time

Colours merging

Into lines

Didactic discourse

Making space

A rallying resource

For the human race?

 

© Laura Crean 23rd April 2015 

 

I was asked what the poem was about – I’m not entirely sure myself what I am trying to say with this poem LOL I think it is about how words are used flippantly, that they can cause confusion, send us in a spin, be used to make someone look clever or funny or important. that they can have a moral undertone –they have power –  but in the end they’re just words – without action they are nothing. That’s why it ends in an interrogative.

Little Wise Owl – Poem 19 NaPoWriMo

Published April 20, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

Little Wise Owl

This poem is for my daughter Shannon whose name means little old wise one. Yesterday at church a friend of mine had a little owl hand bag and it just made me think of Shannon.

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