MKR Prodigal Daughter Christian Perspectives from a Prodigal

Category: Christian Inspirational Stories and Poetry

  • Healing My Heart

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    I have had a man in my life for 3 1/2 years and I wasn’t sure how he felt about me because he gave me mixed signals. I met him on an online dating site, and he never tried to kiss me, but he always wanted hugs. He wanted to see me and would drive over an hour to see me. He would text me every day. He never told me I looked nice he would just say that he liked my hair. He would always want to pay when we went out to dinner. We got along good and he was a caring and funny Christian man, but I wasn’t sure about his feelings. And that drove me nuts

    Today I texted him and asked him if he would ever want to date me and I told him to be honest. He told me he didn’t want to date but just wanted to be friends. I had first brought it up after about 6 months after we met but he said just let things happen naturally. Well, nothing happened, and nothing is not enough for me.

    I have had a really hard time dealing with not know how he feels over the 3 1/2 years. I felt so ugly and I wondered what was wrong with me because he gave me mixed signals. Lately it has been the cause of most of my anger. I felt bitter and resentful. I wasn’t mad at God though. I couldn’t figure out why I was so angry, because everything seemed to set me off. Then today while writing a poem it came to me and I finally figured it out. I felt better after that. Then I texted him.

    I have never been married, and I am 61 years old. I have had a hang up about the way I look even though I have been told I am beautiful. I think it stems from being overweight as a child and when I had been bulimic. I always wondered why I never met a good guy, and I felt inferior because of it. God thinks I am beautiful, God loves me and He loves you too. You are beautiful and you matter to God. Jesus is the best boyfriend a girl could ever have.

  • Accepting God’s Gift of Grace

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    I could not accept God’s grace for me because I had so much anger. I don’t like this world very much sometimes. There is so much bad news, and negativity. I had to stop watching the news because it made me extremely angry.

    I watched a bible study Sunday night, and the pastor talked about grace. I realized I have not been accepting God’s grace. I think because I didn’t think I deserved it. The pastor really emphasized accepting God grace. I asked God to help me accept His grace. It’s a gift none of us should turn down and He gives it to us freely.

    I had been asking God to replace my anger with His peace, but nothing ever happened, I was still angry. I had asked God to forgive me multiple times for my anger, but it seemed like as soon as I said, “forgive me” I would get angry again.

    Then last night I asked God to help me to be receptive to His grace and the gifts He wants to give me along with His love and peace. After that my anger disappeared. Watching that bible study was something I desperately needed, because it dawned on me the reason why I had no peace was because I didn’t feel worthy of it. I realize I am worthy of God’s grace because of what Jesus did on the cross. Jesus died on the cross so we can experience the grace of God. Open your heart to Him

  • The Holy Spirit Spoke to Me

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    One night I prayed to God that God would protect me. Then I laid down for a little while and just rested. I heard the following bible verse in my spirit: “Jesus is my strength and my shield.” After I heard that I immediately got up and went to my computer to look up the verse. The verse is Psalm 28:7, and it said, “The Lord is my strength and my shield.” The only thing that was different was God’s title. But Jesus was God on earth, He is God incarnate and He is God resurrected from the dead.

    What other god sacrificed His son for people because he wants to be with them in heaven? What other god changed the world so much? What other god is continually healing and providing? What other god is constantly is creating? What other god loves you and only wants the best for you? What god gives you peace? What god calls you, his child? What other god rose from the dead after being dead for three days? I have studied a lot of different religions, and I can’t ever remember reading about any other god but God of the Christians, that calls people His children and loves them. Not in Hinduism, not in Buddhism, not in Islam, not in Greek mythology not Egyptian in mythology or any other religion. No other god loves us like God the Father

  • The Gift (a poem)

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    One day closer,
    to those streets of gold.
    Days fly by,
    and the nights have gotten cold,

    A light in the sky,
    all of heaven sang
    shepherds didn't need
    to wonder why

    A miracle of 
    a virgin birth
    the presence of God
    here on earth.

    God the Father,
    sent down His Son,
    so that we 
    could all be one

    A gift
    that Mary treasured,
    a gift
    that's without measure.

    Jesus will walk with you
    Jesus will walk with me
    and together we will walk
    right into eternity.

  • Lord, Pour Out Your Spirit (a poem)

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    Lord Jesus Christ,
    pour out your Spirit over me
    I want to feel your presence 
    I want to know your way
    Pour it out again
    like you have done before
    I want to feel your peace
    Forgive me for my sins
    help me begin again
    Refresh my weary soul
    and restore me
    so, I am whole again.

  • Why I Started This Blog and What MKR Stands For

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    In July of 202 I had a dream. In my dream I was sent an invitation. The invitation reminded me of a very colorful wedding invitation. It had multicolored flowers on it with gold trim. The words on it said, “You are invited to be a maid’ and signed from God. It was an invitation to work for God. The invitation also said I would have Sundays for a day off.

    When I woke up, I was so amazed by my dream. The invitation looked expensive and very pretty. In all my life, I have never seen such a beautiful invitation. It makes sense though because God is my treasure. I long for His peace and presence in my life, and when I don’t feel it, God feels far away.

    I was depressed before the dream because I don’t work anymore and felt like I had no purpose because of it. I felt like I wasn’t having any positive effect on anyone because I rarely drive anymore or go places because of anxiety and chronic pain. I didn’t used to be quite this anxious until I got hurt during the pandemic. I couldn’t drive for six months because of pain I was feeling in my right ankle. I couldn’t put my foot on the brake of my car with bad pain. During that time, I had a Christian counselor that didn’t help me at all. In fact, I think he did more harm than good. But writing is therapeutic for me, and I feel better after I write down my feelings. It is a way I can heal my soul and mind from the damage that counselor did.

    I decided to write a blog as my way of serving God and sharing God’s love. All of my poetry is about God. MKR is my initials. Thanks for reading.

    MK

  • When I Think of You (A Poem)

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    When I think of You
    I see a gentleness
    a peacefulness
    quiet kind of strength

    I see the King of kings
    a roaring lion
    Lord of all creation
    Blessing from above

    I see love in You
    whether Your eyes
    be Green or Blue
    it is love I see in you

    When I think of you
    I see myself as a child
    someone frail and small
    and You standing strong and tall.

  • The Baggage of Sin (a poem)

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    I don't deserve Him,
    with the sins I carry,
    When I feel hate and anger, 
    I hate the way I feel.
    It's a sin, and when I feel hate,
    to Jesus I must appeal,
    to be forgiven from the same old sins.
    Why can't I change?
    I ask myself over,
    and over again.
    Jesus said hate,
    is just like murder
    how will I ever make it, 
    to myself I wonder.
    So much hate, 
    such a senseless war.
    So many injustices
    in this cruel, cruel world.
    All the cruelty and insults,
    will they ever end?
    This isn't God's will,
    this isn't God's plan.



  • His Presence (a poem)

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    He radiates power,
    And when His presence enters a room,
    worry is something you just can't do.
    His presence brings peace,
    His presence brings love,
    His presence is tranquility.
    I want to feel His presence again,
    it's better than seeing a long, lost friend.
    When I feel His presence,
    I just want to praise.
    He is power,
    He is love,
    He is peace.
    That is my God,
    That is my Savior,
    That is my Prince of Peace.




  • Shroud of Turin

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    I watched a video about the Shroud of Turin. It is authentic according to scientists and it is from the year 1 A.D. and the kind of cloth that was made during that time period. It was considered expensive back then and it is a single piece of woven material.

    In the video they showed a cap of thorns, not a crown. The cap of thorns was more similar to what a crown looked like back then. It wasn’t just like a ring put on top of the head, the crowns of ancient times covered the entire scalp of a king’s head.

    I had a dream about Jesus when I was in my early twenties. In my dream I saw Jesus standing in a place with hewn rock walls with a narrow opening to walk through and torches on the wall. He was standing in the opening, and I heard him moan then blood started running down his head until it covered his entire face and soaked his clothing. The room in my dream reminded me of an underground prison and it also reminded me of when he sweat blood in the Garden of Gethsemane the night he was arrested. Jesus could have bled all over when the soldiers put the cap of thorns on His head, or from extreme stress while he was custody of the Romans.

    Jesus was whipped from head to toe on both sides of his body. When He was whipped it tore his flesh right off his body, because the whip had sharp objects attached to the end it. He suffered immensely for us. He sacrificed himself willingly. This should make us all pause and take stock of our own lives.