My Insides Out

What I like about this is that I can sit at a keyboard and let my insides come out in any way I want.  I was raised right, so they’re not going to profane anyone or anything… but they don’t have to be structured in any way other than “just as I am”, know what I mean?

No particular theme or organizational quality – not that those are bad things, ’cause they’re certainly not – just Sharon or Shamma on a palette of cyberpaper with swirls and curls and sways of my own design under God’s power and grace.  Cathartically speaking, it’s the only way to write!

Though there’s not always a “topic” per se, writing is something I feel I must do to stay healthily alive.  If I’m not doing it on paper or on my computer, I’m doing it in my heart and mind… I’m drawing lines and shading and shadowing images with descriptors.  Metaphors and similes are my brushes depicting light and color against the steady canvas of my experiences.

Storytelling is my life’s expression in so many ways because I love looking into the workings of occasions and happenings and emotions and reasonings and things often unuttered.  I can’t imagine not saying things, at least somewhere!  If words don’t come out of my mouth, they come out on paper.  If they don’t come out on paper, they come out on my computer; that’s the only way I can live with me ’cause I’m not God.  God can live with anyone under any circumstances.  That’s why He’s God and I’m not.

Sometimes words and emotions and thoughts are like a ball of string coming out of my head… unraveling slowly and hooking on various corners and edges surrounding my mind’s window.  They make wonderful tapestry most days… some days they make webs… other days they make those funky designs you see on Spirograph™ wheels (remember Hasbro’s Spirograph™?).  Then, at very special times, my thoughts talk to me; yeah, they have things to say and I listen to them because I know that eventually Holy Spirit will take over so that my life can make sense.

Dear God, I love writing… !

I love thinking, I love feeling, I love emoting… I love it all and I’m glad I was made this way.  God absolutely knew what He was doing when He made me, friends.  I love being me – even though I’ve hated me at times – because I don’t misunderstand anymore the God Who made me.  That gets me through it all because then I can ask Him to help me better understand me.  That makes it all worthwhile and masterfully interesting.

Unstructured and amazed… my “insides” are coming out – again.




Were I to describe the way I feel today, this poem the Lord gave to me years ago would come out.  It’s such a glorious experience to allow Holy Spirit to gently lift my chin in encouraging love so that my eyes meet Abba’s.  This is what I’ve needed, and this is what God gave my heart and soul to rejoice over; yes, it sums up the day…

ocean sunrise

“His Gold Will Ever Stay”

When God imparts His life
He redeems a man from strife
then spreads His seed in gold
to “dust” the new man’s soul.

Though saints do often weep,
such rich comfort floods the sweep
of God’s arms in tender sway,
they know gold will ever stay.

And through darkest trials will come
the transforming to His Son
if we understand and persevere
until the battling’s done.

God’s Seal, each faithful hour,
trumps to all this truth and power
through the “redeemed” voice of clay:

(Copyright © 2006 by Sharon Joy Gramling. All Rights Reserved.)
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I Feel Good

How do I feel right now?  Ever ask yourself that and then try to nail it exactly?  Sometimes I feel…  and then other times I feel… but, how do I feel right now?

I’ve got a bit of a cold but I feel good anyway.  My mind is full of thoughts as it usually is, and my heart wants me to go on and to look ahead and not behind.  That’s how I feel right now.

How do you separate the Lord from daily living?  The answer is, you don’t.  Oh, my goodness, no.  I feel right now the gravity of that emphatic statement, and I’m so glad God is in my life.  How many people are absolutely glad, even when exposure gets on your nerves?  Not God getting on your nerves, my friends – “exposure” getting on your nerves.  That really means I get irritated with me, not Him… He’s just trying to heal me.

God bless Jesus… you know what I mean?

Right now, I believe through Christ I can move mountains because of the mountains His glory (intimacy with Him) has moved and removed in me.  Getting me to stop looking at women like I look at men was a BIG mountain.  Getting me to believe men are human beings, too, and not a separate (lower) species was a BIG mountain.  Sealing in my “knower” that I am actually beautiful – to the extent that I believe it’s inside of me and outside of me when I look in the mirror… was an infinitely BIG mountain to move in me (and God is still moving it, truth be told).  So, through Christ, I believe I can do anything because the Lord Jesus Christ has accomplished the “impossible” within me.

Right now, I feel encouraged and I believe God.  Right now. . .

I feel good.