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4 Poems and 4 Paintings presented to New Hope Church, Eastbourne.

Published August 29, 2018 by Laura Crean Author

Hi everyone.  Thank you to those loyal few who always follow my few and far between posts on here.  I would just like to post this video, as an end to the little Psalms series I presented to my church of 4 poems and 4 paintings after spending a lovely time in God’s presence through the Psalms.  Please enjoy my recitations and please share.

Thank you and God bless you all

❤️Laura❤

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The Hand of God

Published August 18, 2018 by Laura Crean Author

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I see the hand of Jesus
At work in ALL he’s made.
He is reaching down from Heaven
– God’s glory will never fade!

“MY flesh and MY heart may fail me,”
Because I AM weak indeed!
But the LORD’S strength will be MY portion,
HIS strength is ALL we need.

“The Lord IS our refuge and strength,
An ever-present help in trouble;”
So when your fears are overwhelming,
PRAISE God! And his grace and mercy will double!

Reach OUT to the hand of Jesus –
Take hold of EVERY promise he has made,
For you can do nothing by your OWN strength,
As this WAS designed to fade.

But Glory, Hallelujah!
God is HIGH and lifted UP!
He IS above EVERYTHING –
So look up! Look UP! LOOK UP!

There is nothing in God’s creation
Visible or not,
No rulers or authorities are above him,
HE is above the lot!

He is ABOVE the foolish notions,
He is ABOVE every trouble, every trial,
Give him ALL of your devotions
Because the JOY of the Lord is your strength- so smile!

Holy! Holy! Holy! Is the Lord God almighty,
His Glory IS forever but it fills the Earth TODAY.
His Glory is in his Spirit,
So let him enter in YOUR heart, I pray.

Yes, the Earth is FILLED with his Glory,
In US, his CHURCH, in YOU;
HIS strength is made perfect in OUR weakness;
So let him Carry you through.

When you become aware of all your frailties,
Then let your strength come in through Christ,
And he will use YOU for his Glory;
WE ARE his Kingdom and his choice.

Laura Crean

 

The Shepherd of my Soul

Published August 9, 2018 by Laura Crean Author

Another Psalms inspired painting and poem :-

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Today I am thankful for my Shepherd
Who leads me on my way.
I’m thankful for my Shepherd,
So I look up and say:-
“Lead on my Lord – I’ll follow,
I am your faithful sheep,
Lead on my Lord- I’ll follow,
I trust my soul you’ll keep.”

Yes I will follow faithfully
By those waters still and calm,
I will follow you to the ends of the Earth,
And even through the storm,
Or through the darkest valley
Where shadows make men fear –
Lead on because YOU’RE with me
And in YOUR light the path now clear.

And yes I may well stumble,
But I will never leave your side,
Because YOU are my protection and my safety,
My Lord, YOU are my guide.
How comforting to see that rod and staff,
Gently steer me back onto your path,
And even as a weapon –
No fearsome beast can pass!

So I can lay down now to sleep
In pastures green and lush
While you become the very gate!
– and so in you I put my trust;
And WHEN the WOLF comes calling,
With YOU I have no care,
You make my Spirit so secure
Just knowing that you’re there.

Lead on my Lord – I’ll follow,
I am the safest in your flock.
Lead on my Lord – I’ll follow,
With you there will be no shock
Because YOU protect me and direct me,
You always keep me near
And if I tire or I stumble
I have no need to fear…

…On your shoulders you will carry me,
Until I can walk again,
Because it is in your nature
And it is in your name;
So I will follow you, my Shepherd,
Lead me to your feast
Where I shall sit around your table,
And be at perfect peace.

So I will follow you, my Shepherd,
Lead me to your cup,
May it fill to overflowing
As I lean in to sup!

The enemy may try to trick me
And say my future ISN’T clear,
But he cannot steal my joy TODAY,
Because I know you’re here.

Laura Crean

The Story of God my Lighthouse

Published August 8, 2018 by Laura Crean Author

Another poem and painting from my ‘inspired by Psalms’ collection…

 

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I am in a battered boat
Drifting on tattered tides,
In the midst of a troubled sea
My destination hides.

The ocean roars about me
And splashes in my face,
My vision clouded by the storm
As darkness now gives chase.

I battle on through the windy wake
And row until my arms are weak,
Soon my strength will leave me
– safety I MUST seek!

Life is like that ocean,
Stormy, rough and tough to sail,
And lonely is that journey
When you’re battling through a gale.

And it’s hard to seek God’s presence
When the waves are driving you back,
It’s hard to look upon his promises
When your focus is your lack.

But when you see salvation
Is just within your reach,
God’s beacon is so beautiful,
His light so bright and rich!

That lighthouse is your protection,
It will be your shelter through the night,
Have confidence in its security
And not upon your plight.

God’s presence is your protection,
The stronghold of your life,
Have faith and trust he’ll guide you
And surround you in his light.

God IS that bright beginning,
He IS that cleansing light,
Let him fill you with his blessings,
Just keep him in your sight.

His light is his presence and his glory
And with him you can dwell,
Take heart upon the story
I’m trying here to tell;

Gaze upon the beauty
Of that lamp that guides you through –
Jesus is the light to follow
And HE is calling YOU.

Laura Crean

Oh God, my Rock

Published August 6, 2018 by Laura Crean Author

IMG_2256.JPGAfter a very blessed week spent with God on my week off work, immersed in the Psalms, the result was 4 poems and 4 paintings, which I presented to my church family Sunday via video ( Video now posted below).  I will share one poem and one painting every day this week.  I am not sharing them in any particular order .  This poem and painting are equally titled ‘Oh God, my Rock’:-

What am I but flesh
To lay out my life in portions?
Time and a half to this and that,
Like the Earth to its seasons…

But you, Oh God, my Rock,
The largest portion of all,
In you my seasons rest,
My soul lies still as the winter’s snow.

Each thought I partition off,
Like pebbles on the shore;
But you, Oh God, the largest Rock,
On you I rest my aching heart
And I am sure…

…sure, that every memory,
Every tear and every sigh,
Every moment of my life,
Though weathered by the tides,
Return to you, lapping gently
In the rhythm of YOUR heart;
And though my life, but a tiny drop
In the vastness of your ocean,
You add my tiny portion
To the whole – of your creation!

And you, Oh God, my Rock – YOU never weather,
You stand the test of time;
My Rock, YOU never crumble,
It is us who are but sands of time;
We can be Moulded into castles by your hands – I am yours Lord, please be kind.

What am I but flesh
That withers, rots and festers?
But you, Oh God, are the Rock that never changes;
You, Lord, that Rock,
Baked hard and warmed in Heavenly Glory,
You ARE that never-ending story,
That carves your children’s names on the tablets of your love,
As chords to your heart.
And together, there, stand firm forever,
A monument of hope,
That none can move and none can part.
Oh God, my Rock!

Laura Crean

“Let me carry you…”

Published June 23, 2018 by Laura Crean Author

Ok guys so I know I seem to be focussing on dreams at the moment but that’s what is going on in my life so that’s what you are getting.  Last night I had 2 dreams and I’ll start with the last one first.

Buckle up you’re in for a ride… dreams can lead you somewhere you never thought you’d go!

I was the girl from Pretty in Pink but at first I was pretty geeky. My younger brother was all dressed up in a driver’s uniform, very smart with the hat and everything and he was driving me and my Mother around. My Mother was very beautiful, quite sophisticated and glamorous. My brother was about 13 or 14 but acted very mature. He looked and sounded mature and confident. His driving seemed very reckless to me but we didn’t crash, even though I was quite scared, He was very much in control.

We were stopped by a policeman (to me he looked very sexy) and I was trying desperately to flirt with him but to my embarrassment crashed and burned because I was obviously just a geeky teenager.

Then I decided I wanted to be more mature like my younger brother, I wanted to take a leaf out of his book and had a makeover to make myself seem more grown up, to look older, more sexy.

I started driving myself around looking for cool stuff to do. Went to parties etc – oh! Hang on, first of all I went swimming with my brother and had a period in the pool!  We were the only 2 people in there but it was obviously very embarrassing. Then he told me  or made me aware of it so I climbed out of the pool.  A woman was there and she was horrified. – she gave me a pad to put on in my knickers and saw that I already had a bloody one in there and asked me what on Earth I thought I was doing getting in the pool.  I replied that I had forgotten that I had my period.

Like I said, then I started dressing up and putting makeup on and stuff and started going to parties. And then I kept getting glimpses of the young man who lived next door.  through his windows, and started fantasising about him.

Then finally one day I broke in (actually I keep saying “I ” but actually I was more detached from the girl in the dream – it was more like I was watching her than being her.) She went in search in the house for the young man and her parents (her father first) got sight of her in the window about to go up the stairs. Being outside the house, he could see the whole house, see into all the windows and he saw the young man making love to a woman upstairs in the attic.

The father and his wife opened the door just as the man and his wife (now holding a baby, behind her husband) peeked out from the attic door while the girl was half way up the stairs. The young man and his wife look horrified at the intrusion and the Mother and Father apologise for their daughter and the mother explains she is a teenager going through “stuff “and take her home.

There was also something at the end of the dream about pop–corn. I remember trying to make pop-corn in a pop-corn maker but it exploding out like it being out of control and flying all over the place and being too much for me to handle. A bit like a volcano erupting!

I actually woke up thinking it meant that I was immature in Christ, like one of these “baby Christians ” they’re always talking about. Like I felt like I am looking forward to the excitement of a rapture like event when Jesus comes to take us “home ” but that I am not ready, not mature enough in Christ yet. I’m like that teenage girl who wants to rush into adulthood but misses the point of the “growing up ” part, the “maturing” part.

The dream before had a similar message I think. I was part of a group of children on a camping like trip, not in tents but like a children’s  club type holiday kind of deal. I can’t really remember much of the dream but I do know it was similar, in that, we were trying to have grown up relationships with each other but didn’t know how that worked. At some point there was a man (I think the father figure) in a reclining armchair with a bomb underneath it ready to go off at any moment! I can’t remember why or the context or what happened.

I remember us all having to pack really quickly because we were being picked up but we all had too much “stuff “/”baggage “as it were. Too many clothes, games and toys and “stuff ” – the man picking us up was like the Father figure in the other dream.  He gave us all black bags (dustbin bags) and told us to just shove it all in the bags and be quick about it because it was time to go!

Ok so it all feels very much like the father figure in both dreams is our Heavenly Father – it feels like he is ready to come and get us but we are not (or certainly I’m not anyway) ready for him!

It’s like he can see the big picture i.e. the house in the second dream where he can see into all the windows at once but because we are in the middle of it, we can’t see from the same perspective.- he can see the consequences of our actions.  Like, he can see the immaturity like in both the character sets of both dreams – the children on holiday and the teenage girl – out of control and Ill-prepared.

There is also a lot of flirting with danger – the boy and the car, the girl and the swimming pool, policeman, the attempt to seduce the strange young man in the house, the young and inappropriate relationships; and also the bomb and the pop-corn have a feeling of urgent,immanent danger but also excitement of “something” happening about to explode!

There is also a theme of pretending to be something you’re not or rushing to be something you’re not – grown up! Mature! In control! But in the end, they all needed the Father to bail them out of trouble! I’m thinking here also of the reclining chair.  It’s like, don’t get too comfortable because the Father is in control and he could explode (the bomb under his chair) at any minute! His patience is wearing thin.  And with the packing – I’ll come back to that in a minute.

Note: Like I have said before; I’m not really coping very well at the moment, my life seems very “out of control” and I feel like the dreams are reminding me to stop trying to do things on my own, under my own steam and from my own perspective but to put my trust in my Heavenly Father to yeald  control to him. Give him control of the car, so to speak.

I feel like the wife in the second dream is probably representative of the Holy Spirit as she was the passenger in the car with me but was waiting for me to do what I needed to do. I’m wondering now if maybe the boy was Jesus, because he was driving the car – he was in the uniform ( authority maybe but also in service.)  He was “in control” and even though it felt like his driving was quite reckless, he was actually very calm and controlled, the car making  dangerous risky moves but he was always in control, calm, never crashing – in fact, miraculously making manoeuvres through traffic that shouldn’t be possible. It was me as the passenger who felt out of control!  Also the fact that he was in the pool with me while I was having a period feels a bit like a baptism – the period a marked time in “growing up” – going through the necessary embarrassments and messy part of puberty.

Lastly I just wanted to go back to the father figure in the first dream, when he was telling me to put all our toys, games and clothes in the black bags and hurry up and get in the car with him (which was a people carrier by the way). I feel like the clothes, toys and games are our roles, attitudes, tools and world views (our way of playing or acting in the world) – he wanted me to put all of that away and let him “carry me” (the people carrier), let him be in control and take me where I need to go.  It also reminds me of the scripture;

1Corinthians 13:11-13

“When I was a child, I talked like a child,I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.  For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love.”

What an incredible night of dreams and a message of hope. Our Heavenly Father loves us and wants us to be ready, he wants us to know him, fully! And to ourselves be fully known by him but also by ourselves. He wants us to be spiritually mature.

Like with the house and windows in the dream and the mirror in the scripture; we cannot see from God’s perspective here on Earth, in the same way God sees us and the bigger picture.

I know how out of control my life is without Jesus at the steering wheel. I ask Holy Spirit to not only be the passenger in my life but to be a partner, prompting me and guiding me like a mother guides her daughter in the wisdom of growing up – the love of God is our proof he wants us to trust him but time is short.

I know I need to put all my childish Earthly baggage away and let God carry me through the world.  There are too many obstacles in the road, too many distractions and temptations – only Jesus knows the way through all that – he is the way, so I must let him take the wheel.

I hope this speaks to someone else, but I am feeling really blessed to be able to get so much personally out of these dreams.

 

Monday 25th June 2018 – I just wanted to add a little update.  The lesson at church yesterday was about Jesus as the good shepherd and of course one of the images is of Jesus as a shepherd carrying the lost sheep. Someone who read my post told me it confirmed my dream to her as a message that had touched her. That is all the confirmation I need that God speaks to me through my dreams and if they speak to just one other person, then sharing has been worthwhile.

The Cup of Living Waters. 

Published May 13, 2017 by Laura Crean Author

When darkness falls

and you feel you’re all alone

and fear begins to seep into your bones,

when sickness creeps up on you so unawares

and leaves you feeling weak

and ill prepared,

when that time comes;

when you feel you’ve lost control

and only a bitter taste

consumes your soul,

when nothing that you do or say

can make a change

and hopelessness leaves you in a world that feels so strange;

Step forward now and find the home of faith

and call on Jesus – humbly seek his face.

For he has heard your prayers

and seen your tears – and surely he will heal,

for he heals the broken hearted

and binds up every wound – it is his will!

He does not hide his face

from those that call –

Seek him, praise him, honour and revere him,

for he heals all…

…who come to him for strength and joy and life.

You are not forsaken,

God’s presence is like

the surgeon’s sharpest knife –

it cuts through all fears

and transplants love within its place,

such is the awesome mercy of God’s grace.

He will be your strength

and will help you when you call,

have faith because when God is with you – nothing is impossible!

So come and drink from his cup so sweet,

his living waters into your life will seep

and such a medicine will refresh your soul,

God’s love will wash over you

and make you whole.

by Laura Crean

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