What in the world am I doing!

Ok, it’s time to take the plunge and do something I’ve wanted to do for years but been too afraid to try.  There are many things that can be intimidating, but one biggie for me is letting people see some of the things I’ve written or created.  However, that’s not entirely true all of the time. It seems when I meet someone and I feel a common kindred spirit there is a need to share deeper sides of me, if I feel it will help them in their brokenness.  I have met more than a few really broken people. A precious friend once prayed over me saying, “Dear God, please break her heart so you can make it new.”  When I asked why she would pray such a thing she replied, “If you don’t know you are broken, He can’t fix you.”  Much of what you will find here comes from my brokenness or that of someone I have known or loved. This is all new to me so there may not be any rhyme or reason to the order of these posts; it may just be as I find courage to share my work.  My goal is not to just posterize my poetry  or stories, but to try to tell the story behind them; to tell you why or how I came to write a given work.  Hopefully you won’t be too bored and maybe you will even laugh or cry with me. To date I have been published in an anthology called “Seasons To Come”, a compilation of winning entrants of a poetry contest produced by The National Library...

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I Cannot Write Today

Try and try as I may, it seems I cannot write today. There is hope in my heart for A peaceful start in the wee hours of birthing The New Year, but will it stay? Will the fun and frolic of the “ball watchers” Fade as the sun comes up? Will the songs they sing and the dance they dance Give way to shouts and screams As terror strikes with bloody shots In neighborhoods and faraway places? Will agenda after agenda Tear away at our hard-earned freedom As lofty leaders disguised In patriotism simply patronize? Will our children and grandchildren Ever know the deep value that is honor, Respect for longevity and ancestry? We have little time left for love to win They are destined to define love as sin And sin as love, love for every so-called cause If their eyes could but for a moment see Truth for truth in absolute, and not in relativity. One day Truth will reign and Love will be truly free. ©2014 –Kathleen J...

We may look different soon – be patient!

Living On The Potter’s Wheel may look very different when it moves to its new home.  I am excited about the move and looking forward to some real opportunity to grow this blog.  You may not even notice the move, but you will no doubt notice the change in appearance. Thank you to all of you who follow me, look for new posts coming in...

Little Mothers and Then . . . When we were little, our dolls we dressed. Each of our “Babies” we knew were the “best.” As we grew older our dollies did too. There was “Ginny” and “Betsey” and “Barbie” in blue. There were “Cathys” that chatted and Ballerinas that posed, And all of them wore the prettiest clothes. What became of them? Who really knows? My sister found a “Kroger Doll,” the one with brown hair. She quickly bought her and photos did share! Long since our dollies, real babies we had. When they grew up, we sometimes were sad. We learned first-hand the meaning of life, How much our Moms loved us amid all of the strife. God blessed us with grandparents who, everyday, Would get on their knees and for us they would pray. One by one, we gave our hearts to our King, Jesus, our Savior, and now our hearts sing! I’m so thankful for friends and family like ours. Because we know Jesus, He’s healing our scars. The older we get, the wiser we grow. And I’m old enough to most assuredly know . . . Wherever we live, no matter how far, I wish you love, wherever you are! Copyright 5/7/2003 Kat (Ryan)...

Aug 31, 2013 – Getting Granny’s Goat!

What people are saying: “In a word: amazing! You made me smile; you made me sigh; you made me laugh; you made me cry. It struck all the emotions and did so with delight and joy. You have a remarkable talent for capturing the reader’s senses. “Getting Granny’s Goat” has been placed in a binder and resides on, what I refer to as, my inspirational bookshelf.” –Deborah Dee Hoffmann, www.ddhconsulting.biz ~~~ Getting Granny’s Goat is a charming yet believable story that will delight and surprise young readers.” — Angela Hoke, author of A Whisper of...

Then Came The Question

If I dream, what may I dream? If I write, what may I write? If I love, whom may I love? If I fight, what may I fight? My heart and my head held a great debate. Each studied their points to expound. Carefully they took note of what each other wrote, Then sat they down to toss it around. My heart presented the question of dreams,               My head suggested I replace them with schemes. “No,” said my heart.  “Would you kill your soul?               On dreams you can soar, to search out your mind,               To see to what heights your imagination can climb.” “No,” said my heart.  “Dreams are an essential part of the whole.” “See here!” said my head.  “With schemes you can plan.               You’ll know where you’re going, because you can see where you’ve been.               With schemes you never lose sight of the goal.” “No,” said my head.  “Schemes are the essential part of the whole!” Then came the question of “what may I write?” My head jumped in first with power and might!               “You write what will serve you, that which will bring you great wealth and great fame!” My heart sadly winced, and announced with great pain,               “I’m sorry to say we share the same name!”               “No,” said my heart.  “You write what you feel, and with your pen you take aim.               The well written word can help win the fight,               But great wealth and great fame won’t make it right.” Conviction and shame pierced the pride in my head, The power of Love took over instead....

How Do You See Me Now?

Well, am I being a pain yet? or do you just find me a terrible person after seeing my blog?  Remember I am one of the many Christ died for so he could deliver me from those years. and my sin. “Sow to yourselves in righteousness, reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground: for it is time to seek the Lord, till he come and rain righteousness upon you.” Hosea 10:12 Beautiful verse and so powerful.  It is sad how many lives are damaged by lack of knowledge of God’s holy word.  It is my hope that you will discern that while I was the woman at the well (in some ways), it is even more important that a changed life looks very different.  We serve no one by hiding in our past, but we give others hope who might be struggling with emotions and circumstances similar to ours; they need to know how amazing our God is that he can deliver us from our past that holds us captive. He calls us to love one another in the purest manner – as Christ loved us and to forgive one another as God forgives us; not only for what they have done to us, but for what we may feel about how they lived their lives.  The latter actually falls under the category of judging.  It is only through seeking The Lord that we come to know the full depth of His grace. The shedding of our Savior’s blood, His resurrection and His intercession covers my past and secures my future. Therefore, if I would quote scripture based on what I might...

Fourth Day Thoughts

Several years ago . . . over a very profound three-day weekend . . . my understanding of LOVE was intensely sharpened, expanded and nurtured . . . even more so was my faith challenged.  While purging some old files I came across the following thoughts I had jotted down early in the morning of the last day of that weekend.  They hold as true today as they did that moment . . .   How do I hold on to these precious, intimate moments with you Lord?  This weekend has been a gift from you that I can’t find words to hold. There are no words sufficient to wrap the gift of Spirit Love you covered me with this weekend.  Finally, I have a baby concept of what this “Fourth Day” thing means. Three days! Three critical, pain-filled, hope-filled and joy-filled days!  Christ lived them – God blessed them – the Holy Spirit sealed them in my heart. Now comes the “Fourth Day”, the forever day . . . How I live it determines how God will use me.  He would that I live it in piety, in holiness, consecrated to serving Him. He allows that I live it by choice and when I choose to live according to His plan for me and by His commandment, (i.e. that I love my God with all my heart and all my soul and all my mind, loving my neighbor as myself) it glorifies Him, pleases Him, exalts Him and there is joy!  When I live my life choosing, purposing, desiring Christ as my hope always, the ‘sometimes’ pain pales...

GRANDMA

Soothing hands A loving touch Soft words whisper Child . . . I love you much” Missionary Men Their stories read God’s love poured out At the side of a bed “Little Ones” With eyes of wonder As Grandma weaves pictures Of Heaven and under Graceful hands folded Humble head bowed Grandma gives thanks For all He’s allowed Wisely teaching Forgiveness and Love Grandmas, we know Are sent from above ©Kat...

SEDUCTION EXPOSED

Cupid’s Day approaches, Like some monolithic symbol on the “Sea of Love.” Lover’s old and new find anxiety ten-fold over. Commercial “Sex Brokers” at every turn, peddling gifts Of romantic nature to seduce the hungry innocent And cater to a generation of those libido driven. They call it “LOVE,” but seldom is it found. Lonely people . . . wandering through empty places in their psyche, Clutching memories, Clad in frustration, stifled voices from within . . . Longing to let another know. Filled with despair . . . feelings and passions rising To choke off all available air. Fear of rejection, impending exposure, possible risk, Tension mounting, heartbeats too fast for counting. Unspoken promise of ecstasy waiting. People alone, RUN . . . Hide from the shame! If you’re not having sex, you’re not in the game! So maybe I’ll sleep . . . Alone! ©Kat Ryan,  ...