Bursting Bubbles

Bubbles-innocuous, light, breezy, and safe;

No harm from bubbles, just gladness and glee.

Yet, when we consider life’s encounters again,

We know bubbles, safe bubbles, leave a film few can see.

Intentions run high and emotions explode;

Feelings burst forth with harsh actions and words.

Like bubbles need air to gain release from soap,

So, emotions need intentions to cause one to hurt.

Emotions burst forth with expelling of air,

With action they cause harm to a person unaware.

Intentions inflate emotions aimed to cause harm;

They touch upon the person near like a storm.

Yes, bubbles are soft, light, and breezy we see,

But when touched, their pop leaves a sticky ring.

It remains until washed, a reminder of fun,

But sticky, emotion-bubbles, we don’t want that sting.

Those emotion-bubbles, unsought and avoided

Leave a film of pain on the body, heart, and mind.

What should have been fun, a relationship of trust,

Turned into emotions bursting sore and maligned.

Fear, pain, distrust, questions arise with each breath.

Heart broken, now unknowing, what else is there?

Lingering onward and uncertainty rising,

Will emotions erupt, bursting, showing no care?

Fear takes over, heartbeat quickens wond’ring

Where’s the love and do I risk myself daring?

Bubbles-light, airy, free, and endless fun

Unless bubbles spring from emotions unbound.

Still, like all bubbles, their film can be washed off.

With water, the film from the wound is expunged.

For emotion-bubbles, the water comes from eternal springs;

It brings with it cleansing from pain, fear, and grief.

The Washer is from Whom all life gets its being

And by Whom film-pain from sin is removed, is cleaned.

The waters for cleansing flow from His mercy seat;

Flowing endless, downward for all in great need.

These waters, offered in love, flow pure and free

As a gift of His compassion, love, and mercy.

God’s waters bring life, health, and healing;

They bring together the hearts for Him who seek.

By His waters, lives, hearts, are joined richly together

Protecting, encouraging, and richly nurt'ring.

From water, bubbles are made with intent of people,

Adding breath and intention to form floating air-balls.

From water comes healing, health, and connection,

A mercy from the Father Who created us all.

Consider anew each bubble you create;

Will it float light, breezy, playful, and safe?

Or will you form your emotion-bubble

And cause darkness, fear, heartbreak, and pain?

God wants each relationship to blossom and thrive,

So, He sends His eternal waters to wash sins away.

Redemption, cleansing, new and abundant life

Comes from accepting His grace and by Him being saved.

 “The thief only comes to steal, kill, and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” (John 10:10 [NASB])

“Then he showed me a river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming form the throne of God and of the Lamb, in the middle of its street. On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.” (Revelation 22:1-2 [NASB])

The DOOR

“The door,” He says, “I am.”

The way to peace.

The door is open.

Come, see who He is.

“The door,” whispers people.

“What is it for?”

“Come see,” says He, “Come to Me.”

Closer we come, step one, then two.

Walking, inching closer to see.

Breath held, unsure, inching closer still.

We whisper, “Who is it? What does He do?”

Going closer, to see, who can it be?

Hearing words, glimpsing heart;

What can it mean?

Drawing closer, we see, door open wide;

Blood on the ground, heart calling my name;

Hand on His side, one raised to call;

I hear, I see, curious I slip close to His side.

Looking, hearing, I recognize love.

Step one, then two, I enter in.

The door’s open wide, welcoming all to go in.

Calling all people, all sheep to know Him.

I look around and see life abundant and new.

Peace, rest, and strength provided for all,

Food, shelter, and love, why’d I never see Him?

Before in my life, as I walked outside the door,

I wandered sometimes hungry, no peace to find.

Stumbling in chaos, failing in strength,

The Shepherd still called, “Come home,” but…

I turned my head to see others instead.

Why would I choose to turn, walk away,

When love and grace came my way?

Rebellion, ignorance, deceit, I want my way.

Now as I wander through the door to the fold,

Peace, rest, and love replace

Fear, envy, and death.

Deep sigh, I expel, terrors no more.

The Savior, my door, welcomes me,

Saves me,

Loves me,

Calls me His friend.

The door is always open;

The Shepherd still beckons, “Come in.”

Why wander outside when He gives

Grace,

Mercy, and

Love for all who enter by Him?

“I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” (John 10:9-10 [NASB])