I Am Uncategorizable!

I am under the weather today.  But I didn't want more time to pass before I shared this poem.  The idea came to me recently when my husband and I were having a discussion on politics and where people lean in terms of voting preferences (don't ask, lol!).

I have learned to love all the unique qualities God has given me.  I could spend all day identifying them.  It has been a long time coming because I didn't always love myself.  I thank God that that is no longer true.  I am grateful to be able look at myself, inside and out, and love all of my imperfections.  This poem expresses that and the fact that, more than anything, no one thing defines me.  I am so much more by His hands.  This is true of every human being.  We are all works He has created.  He is eager to be in your life to finish and perfect His work in you.  I am excited to see what He has and will continue to work in and through me.  I know the same is true for you. 

Psalm 139 says it better than I do.  Particularly verse 14.  You're His masterpiece and He loves you.  God bless you and enjoy:  

You can't box me in,

Paint me into a corner,

Define me.

I am undefinable!

I'm not Democrat, Republican,

Independent or Green Party,

I am not who or what I vote for.

Faction is not my name.

I am not tall or short,

Fat or skinny.

Physical qualities are not a boundary for me.

I am unlimitable.

I am not black or white,

Hispanic or Asian,

Race and ethnicity will not limit me.

I am uncategorizable.

God has gifted me and crafted me,

For His own purpose.

He carved me with His own hands.

He made me in His own image.

He knew me before I knew myself.

He named me before my mother met me.

He defines me.

What King?

I started writing to express myself at age 11. I, particularly, loved to write poetry. Yet, I have not written poetry in many years. My heart has been crying out for the words to express myself in this way since I became a believer and follower of Christ. I have wanted to put into words what my heart knows and experiences all the time. Today those words came. I wrote two poems! I am so excited. I am sharing one of them below.  I hope you will be blessed by it:










What King?

What king would step away from his majesty,
From his glory arrayed in splendor,
From the height of his regality,
To live as a mere man,
With no money,
No visible power,
No connections,
No bed to sleep in as as a babe?

What king would forego recognition,
Give up the ability to work supernaturally,

And instantly do what it takes a man
A lifetime to achieve?

What King would accept false witness being bore against Him?
A violation of His own law.
Giving up the right to cry out "No, not Me!"

What King would allow Himself to be beaten, scourged, cursed at,
Disfigured, defiled, mistreated, maligned, spat upon and nailed to a cross
For being and admitting to who He was?
The King.  That King.

All for one mission.  All for one goal.  All to save us all.

Only one King would give His life.
Only one God would willingly give His only Son.
Only one King could be called...

...The Risen King.

And He would have done it all over for just one of us.
He is alive.  He reigns in the majesty and glory He gave up for us.
He is the King.

Only.  One.  King.