I've Lost My Way

These poems/verse/prayers that I write are a  part of my personal time with God.  They are simply sharing a little bit of my heart for God with you.  I only share them when he asks.  This post is a little longer than most.  So get comfy and settle in...

I've Lost My Way

By Nicole Watson

I remember days when each moment was a treasure,

Times when play and laughter, trouble and tears all held their own moment in time,

Not hurried, and swept and under the rug in my haste to move on.

Hot sunny days, crunchy grass, sprinklers filling the air with aqua haze,

Ice cream dribbling down my chin, stuck on my nose, laughter oh so sweet on the end of my tongue,

Riding barefoot on long dusty gravel roads, hair flying high in the breeze, scorching my face, I could fly, I could fly!

Rain racing upon the windows of the car, faster, faster, drops race and then out of sight, such delight,

Singing out loud to every song, I knew them all, so why not share, even if no one else in the car wanted to hear. 

Birthdays filled with wonder and anticipation, meaningful expectation, gazing in awe upon cake prepared with love. Sweet, sugary love from the heart of my mother.

All of these moments treasured like rolling a sweet candy around on your tongue, ensuring you get the whole flavour.

Too often today, I chew my candy.  Quickly tasted, quickly forgotten it seems.

When did I lose the ability to taste and savour this life?  Life that is so rich and beautiful filled with every good thing from heaven above?  When did I stop being thankful for each small thing, all now lost in a tangle of seemingly overwhelming circumstance. 

God showers his gifts upon us in a continual stream, beauty and meaning ever increasing.  It seems I have become numb under the constant stream of favour that flows from the throne of heaven itself.

When did I suddenly eat without savouring every bite, greedily consuming without reflection.

When did my body become imperfect, flawed it seems.

I remember being proud of my strong capable body, legs that could peddle fast, arms that could hug long and hard, hair that hung long down my back despite the tangles. 

Keep you eyes on Me…

When did I lose the ability to enjoy my family, friends, and all of life’s celebrations, all so busy, all so consumed with getting on to the next thing, no time to wait.

I remember when their was no one more important than family, complete trust, no hurt that could not be covered by forgiveness and kisses.  Celebrations were not a chore, a bore, a cover up for past wrongs and missed time.

Keep your eyes on Me…

When did I become so busy, must keep moving, don’t sit down, fit more in, still more to do yet.

Stop!  I have had enough already.  Where am I?  I have lost my way.  What is going on here?

Keep your eyes on Me, Keep your mind on Me, keep your heart with Me, the Keeper of your spirit, the Keeper of your soul, all will be well,  your life will be whole.

Oh!  The mercy of God is so great!  Forgive me…

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus-the only word that cover all wrongs.

Now my eyes are fixed on His face, I resolve to make each day full of purpose, savouring the most insignificant moments.  Moments filled with the twinkling of eyes and heart warming melodies of laughter. 

Moments filled with grieving tears and soul aching pain.

Moments now captured in time because I refuse to let them rush past unnoticed, unvalued, unloved.

Moments of awe when heaven reaches down and touches earth, that would have been lost except that my eyes have been opened.

So many of these lost moments, lost in the sea of memories, created by a world that does not value time or care to remember. 

How much more beautiful are gifts, when viewed through heavenly eyes.

Dazzling, blinding, each moment encased in beautiful love that cascades from the heavens. 

Moments like watching my son sleep, breathing soundly and deeply, I smell his warm sweet breath and I praise Him. 

Singing out loud at the top of my voice so He can hear me in heaven, with such joy and abandonment that I forget the neighbours can hear. 

Chase, me Mum!  Tickle me Mum!  Racing through the house, excitement and laughter filling the air, a pleasing aroma to God’s heart.

Inviting my friends to visit despite the mess, welcoming them into a home where hearts matter before the house.

Smelling the fresh rain upon the dusty ground and breathing in deeply, receiving the gift of a rainbow from God’s heart to mine.

I have found the way and it is not mine, but God’s.  Life in all of its rugged beauty and abundance comes from Him, the Creator of Gifts, the Creator of the Way, the Creator of Life.

I have finally found the way… time to start living each moment.

Holding Onto Hope

Holding Onto Hope-Acrylic on Canvas by Nicole Watson

Hope is the trust in what we can’t see,

God says to believe

And it will come to be.

A mother is watching her child fade away,

God says to believe

He will make a way.

A son is so angry and cannot forgive,

God says to believe

He will free you to live.

A widow is lonely she has lost her best friend

God says to believe,

You will see him again.

A little boy cries his heart is so sore,

God say’s to believe,

It will be restored.

A saint is so tired; she has run the race,

God says welcome home,

I prepared you a place.

Believing is built on the power of His Word,

You can’t always trust,

What you’ve seen and you’ve heard.

Our trust in his promises must be without whim,

God says to believe

All hope is in Him.



The Formation of Faith

The Formation of Faith

 Change and Glow-Oil pastel on paper by Nicole Watson

Help!  I have lost it,

I know it was here.

I was given a portion,

A part to hold dear.

God told me to keep it.

I’ve had a rough ride.

I can’t seem to find,

The faith I’ve let slide.

Oh help me God!

I can’t do this alone.

You told me to ask

And you’d hear from your throne.

“Be still and know,

I am God and I love you,

Though you have wandered,

I forgive and will hold you.

Do not fear my child,

I will not let you fall,

I will bring you through,

Despite of it all.

My mercy’s unending,

My love without cost,

Your faith, although small

Is no longer lost.

Let me refine you,

As purest gold,

Let me renew,

Every part of your soul.

It’s walking through fire,

That burns away dross,

And completes the good work

I began on the cross.

Don’t harden your heart,

Be willing to grow,

Become more like Christ

In you He will glow.

Your faith was not lost,

Precious child of mine,

It was tested and tried,

And was simply refined.”

Faith’s formed and it’s tested,

It does not remain still,

Through faith lives are changed,

And brought into God’s will.

The Perfect Sacrifice

So here is the second installment of the new work God is inspiring me to create.  I hope it blesses you. As always I value your input.  Please feel free to leave comments. 

The Perfect Sacrifice

Hear My Heart-Pencil sketch by Nicole Watson

I've made a mistake Lord,

I’ve sinned once again,

I lied through my teeth,

And caused so much pain.

I need your redemption,

I’ve fallen so far,

I need your salvation

To heal the scars.

I can understand Peter,

When you washed both his feet,

How he begged you,

To make the whole job complete.

“Wash my feet, my head

And both my hands too!”

I surrender my all,

My life is in you.

You don’t demand offerings,

You’ve made that quite clear,

It’s through your good grace,

That we have no fear.

The blood of our Saviour

Will wash away sin,

To open the door,

So all may come in.

Sacrifice perfect,

Not one blemish spot,

Your beautiful son,

He carried the lot.

Our burdens and sins

He nailed to the cross,

No longer condemned

We are no longer lost.

We’re a brand new creation,

Your Word does proclaim,

Life everlasting

No need for sin’s shame.

Such glory awaits us,

No mind comprehends,

We’re no longer strangers,

God calls us his friends.



New Ideas, New Inspiration, New Revelation

Over the last few months God has been giving me new ideas for a book.  In essence the book is about the gift we have been given as the children of the Living God.  Many Christians I talk to have lost their first love of Jesus.  They have momentarily forgotten how amazing it is that they have been saved by the Creator of the universe.  It is my hearts desire to share with others the amazing love of God, to inspire them to share with others what God is doing in their lives, to bring glory Him.  This poem is one of the first of many the Lord has laid on my heart.  I hope to share more with you over the coming months.   Let me know what you think.

The Creator and His Creation

The Creator created; He spoke and it was,

The Word was enough,

Not a finger lifted,

Multifaceted light and colour filled the cosmos.

The Creator created; He spoke and it became,

The waters above,

The waters below,

The skies and the seas set apart by His name.

The Creator created; He spoke by His power,

The seas pulled together,

The earth bared its crust,

The face of the world came to be in that hour.

The Creator created; He spoke and Earth bore,

Intricate plants,

All seed bearing trees,

To produce and grow fruit; He loved what He saw.

The Creator created; He spoke with great plans,

Out exploded the Sun,

Moon, stars, in all glory,

To govern the times and bring light to the lands.

The Creator created; He spoke out the call,

The air filled with birds,

The sea came to life,

So perfectly wrought to be part of this all.

The Creator created; He spoke to the Earth,

News species of life,

Both wild and tame,

Diverse, they came forth as He gave them birth.

The Creator created; He used his own hands,

Gathered dust of the Earth,

He moulded and shaped,

Mankind to love and to govern His lands.

The Creator creates; He gave his own Son,

He died on the cross,

The battle is fought.

The old ways must die the new way has come.

The Creator our God; He speaks and you’ll see,

All power, dominion

Are His to decree,

God was and He is and He ever will be.