Poetry

A Promise.

Written by Julia Dawn

June 6, 2013

I promise to love you. I promise to always be true. I promise that I meant it when I said “I do”. But a promise means nothing unless your heart is attached, because without your heart on board it's easy to collapse.

With my heart and my brain all my tears all my pain, with my love and my freedom I promise this to you. I promise to love you until the day I die. Weather it's so cloudy I can't see, or so sunny that I burn, i will churn with love for you.

I will do everything I can to always choose love, and when my love isn't enough I will look up, above the world, above this mess, and look up to his grace, and find in Him, rest. I will find my peace with him and take a hold of His love, and do my best to give that love to you.

The lies tell me that we are doomed to fail because our family history is so frail, with divorce on both sides and confusion floating around it's sometimes hard to see where the sky touches the ground. But may this ground be lifted high, holy and strong, so we might fly. On wings like eagles to the Lord our God, glorifying Him with every moment we have, so we might be found pure. Blameless in His sight. Righteous in His might.

I will pray for you. I will lift you up. I will do my best to always have your back. So when we look back, we can say we have stood strong. We have done good. We are champions. And we are right where we belong.

I will forever choose love. I promise.

Blue Eyes 

Written by Julia Dawn
May 4, 2013

I am beautiful. 

Not because I have a modern chic hair cut cause I really don't, it's more of just.. a style maybe? 

Not because my style is so fashion friendly because I'm really not even sure I have a style to be honest with you 

And not because I have a chiseled jawline with the perfect nose with a size 0 body but from my head to my toes I am beautiful. 

Because my father tells me so. 

Not my earthly father who meant well growing up, who told me he loved me but then never showed up. No not the man who made me do dishes and when I complained and begged  for a dishwasher said 'why do we need one of those? We have 3 young dishwashers right here!' Not him. 

But Him. My father in heaven who pours out His light who looked upon me and gave me His LIFE! HE tells me that I. Am beautiful. 

So here is my conclusion for this moment on this day.

 I will not define my beauty by the models in magazines that seem to be staring right back at me saying YOU. Can't be beautiful. Because YOU Are not me. No.  

I will not define my beauty by the romantic comedy's I see on tv. No! 

I will not define my beauty my the lies that I THINK you are thinking while YOU think I'm thinking these things of you. No. 

I will not define my beauty through anyone's eyes but His. His kind loving,  hug giving, soul lifting,  beautiful great big blue eyes. 

Of course I don't actually know that they're blue... But I like to imagine they are cause see my moms eyes are blue. And she is the most loving person I know.  When you look in her eyes it's easy to know and beleive that you are loved. You are cared for. You are important. You are one of a kind and You can do anything.  And see my husbands eyes are blue too! And he is my protector and my provider and my warrior and my  cheerleader in the most Manley way possible and so when I think. When I imagine looking into the eyes of God? 

I imagine a deep blue sea of light crashing with waves of grace and might , staring into my soul with love and pouring himself down from above.  I see His beauty. I see his Glory, I feel His presence and I am overwhelmed, He is beautiful. 

The scriptures say I am made in the image of my God, and I don't really understand, no I don't completely  comprehend what that actually means but if it's true? Then it's nodt just me. But that includes you, We are beautiful. And its time we spread that truth.