Mindful Majesty

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image by Patricia Griffin Brett

O Lord, our Lord,

robed in majesty.

Who hung the stars

and created the sea.

Glory surrounds

all that You’ve made to be.

How is it so,

that You’re mindful of me?

Crowned as Your kin,

with much under my feet?

May I serve well,

and bring honor to Thee.

May every act,

show the You that’s in me.

May I care well,

for the land and the sea.

For each treasure,

You’ve entrusted to me.

Teach me, Father,

I come on bended knee.

(Response to Psalm 8)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that though we are undeserving, You designed us in Your own image and have given us authority over the works of Your hands. Forgive us for taking our role too lightly, and please equip and empower us to be good stewards of all that You have given. May we honor You in all that we do – be it in our work, our play, and our praise – let Your proper place be evident in our everything. Teach us to trust You to lead us and guide us in the way that You want us to go, and to know that You won’t ask anything of us that You aren’t also going to strengthen us to accomplish. Use us as Your vessels Lord, to lead the lost to Your loving light. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

Rightful Reverence

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image by Beth Dougherty Blair

Two were sent ahead of Him

for a colt never ridden.

The found just as He had said,

in plain sight, and not at all hidden.

“What are you doing?”

One man predictably did ask.

“The Lord, He needs it,”

was the response given for their task.

They took it to the Lord, Himself,

and made preparations for its load.

Greeted by palm leaves and praise,

as He then traveled down the road.

The crowds of people shouted

in reverence of His glory.

For they knew of the foretelling,

the realization of His story.

The Pharisees called to Jesus,

to rebuke His disciples’ shouts.

Jesus boldly told them,

“if they’re silent, the stones will cry out.”

For the truth could not be hidden,

before them stood the King.

The God of all creation,


(Response to Luke 19:28-40)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that You sent Your Son into the world in a way that was tangible and approachable. Yet in that, You were still fully God. Please help us to always keep proper respect and reverence for You as our Ruler and Redeemer. Thank You that though You are all-powerful, You remain tender and approachable; ever willing to take our hand and allow us climb onto Your lap and be held. Teach us to trust both Your tenderness and Your power, and may we grant You proper authority in our hearts and homes. Lead us in Your love, so that we may live lives that shine your light brightly before all whom we encounter. May many come to call You King. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

The Sight of A Blind Man

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image by Brian K. Rice

As Jesus approached Jericho,
a blind man asked who was going by.
When they told him, Jesus of Nazareth,
“Jesus, Son of David,” he did cry.
“Have mercy on me,” the beggar yelled,
the crowd replied with firm rebuke.
So louder he called out to Christ,
as this story tells us in Luke.
Jesus, full of compassion,
stopped and ordered him brought near.
He asked him what he wanted.
“My sight,” he said without fear.
Jesus said, “Receive your sight,
for your faith has healed you.”

The sight of that blind beggar
seems to have been the clearest view.
For when we look by faith,
instead of what is seen,
our view becomes the clearest,
to learn what true faith means.
(Response to Luke 18:35-42)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that true sight is not dependant on what our eyes can see, but rather on what You reveal to our hearts. Teach us to trust You and Your character, rather than how things around us appear. Forgive us for relying on our own vision, as we are all a bit blind to what You have in store for each of us. Help our hearts hold the hope of our heavenly home, and may we live out our days with our eyes on that prize, rather than on that which is temporary. Lead us in love, so that we may walk by faith and not by sight. As we walk, use our willing obedience to touch hearts and transform communities, so that all eyes may truly see You. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

The Fruit of Faith

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image by the Praying Medic

Ten men weary

separate souls;

ten men dreary

bore leprous holes.

These outcasts

must have overheard,

of Jesus’ power,

His healing word.

As He neared

they boldly called out,

“Have pity on us,”
He heard them shout.

When He saw them,

He kindly implored,

“Go show the priests,”
and they were all restored.

Though ten were healed,

there was only one,

who returned and gave

praise unto the Son.

With shouts of thanks

he did proclaim,

the gracious gift given,

in Jesus’ Name.

When Jesus asked,

“Were not all ten made clean?”

Yet only the foreigner returned

and learned what it would really mean.

For Jesus told Him

what they all should tell,

that their faithful trust

is what made them well.

(response to Luke 17:11-19)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that You come close when we call, even when our heart is a mess. Thank You that Your healing is not dependant on our understanding, nor on our getting it right. Forgive us for not asking and for not trusting. Teach us to trust, and grow our faith. Father, thank You that even faith the size of a mustard seed, is enough, as it is alive and growing and active. Though it begins hidden and unseen, it grows into something mighty that can help provide a place of rest for the birds of the air and shade for those who pass by. May our faith grow like that. Grant each of us grateful hearts, so that we recognize and remember all of the remarkable things that You do in our lives, and more importantly, so that we give all glory to You, because You are God. Use us as Your vessels to pour out Your love and grace on those who need it most. May many come to know You as faithful Father and the Prince of Peace. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

Joseph’s Journey

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image by agricorner.com

Sold as a slave

for a far away land.

By his own jealous brothers,

who justified their plan.

Poor Jacob, he mourned,

at the loss of his son.

Good thing he knew not

of what his boys had just done.

Joseph found favor

as Potiphar’s charge,

for he kept house and field,

and the blessings grew large.

As God’s upright man

Joseph refused to go near the fire,

so Potiphar’s wife lied,

when he refused her desire.

The lie landed him in prison,

yet on him, God’s favor was found.

He was given charge by the warden,

and his dream interpretations did astound.

Banished officials were restored,

and events unfolded as Joseph had said;

for the cup bearer was reinstated,

and the baker, from the tree, hung dead.

Two years passed and Pharaoh had dreams,

of cows and grain, that were disturbing.

He called on all who might explain,

yet only found more confusion.

Then the cup bearer did recall,

that Joseph had clearly explained,

the meaning of he and the baker’s dreams,

and all had happened as he had exclaimed.

Pharaoh sent at once for him

and told Joseph of his dreams.

With God’s favor and assurance,

he explained what the imagery means.

Seven years of vast abundance,

will spread across the land,

followed by seven years of ferocious famine,

like none this region’s ever had.

Thirteen years of bondage,

was Joseph’s faithful training ground.

His heart and mind prepared well,

in all his years of being bound.

(Response to Genesis 37, 39-41)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that so often what we see, is not what You see. What we perceive as trials, You see as training. Lord, please establish in each of us, endurance and faithfulness to trust that all things will work together for good in Your time. Thank You that Your love and Your grace will sustain us and strengthen us, even when we think that our strength is gone. May our faithfulness in the times of training, lead the lost into Your loving arms. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

Finding Forgiveness

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Greed and arrogance

forfeiting as heir.

He went off and squandered,

fell to the pit of despair.

With selfish wild living,

he’d spent all of his share;

left lowly and hungry.

Too many burdens to bear.

As he eyed the pig slop,

his thoughts wandered toward home,

where even the hired help,

had plenty of food of their own.

With a repentant heart

and resolve that was brave,

he headed toward home

to become but a slave.

Yet while he was still far off,

his father did run,

with welcoming arms,

he embraced his lost son.

Before even the words

could leave sorry soul,

the father called for a feast,

robed him, restored him his role.

Despite his behavior,

the father had forgiven,

his foolish decisions

and unrighteous living.

Our Heavenly Father

sees us the same way.

For all who are lost,

He’ll welcome today.

He cares not what we’ve done,

for His forgiveness is freeing,

if we walk away from our sin,

and let Him do the leading.

(response to Luke 15:11-24)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that while we were still far off, You came close and embraced each of us – welcoming us into Your loving arms. Help us to receive and remember the forgiveness and grace that You have given, and guide us to go in the direction that You are leading. May our every move make known the majesty and grace granted by You, God. Let the lost be found and the hurting made whole. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

The Hope of Humility

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image by Revelations From The Road

When we’re invited

and ushered right in.

Choose not the choice seat,

to keep far from sin.

For when we are humble,

He’ll lift us up,

He’ll exchange our low seat,

so beside Him we’ll sup.

Yet if we self-select,

the choice honored seat,

humiliation will come,

when we’re asked to retreat.

Far better indeed

to humbly come,

with a heart set to serve,

and to worship the Son.

Open the banquet

to guests one and all,

for his heart is for each one,

to answer His call.

The blessings abundant,

the table is spread.

Are our hearts truly humble?

Are we willingly led?

May our hearts be wide open

and may we serve with our hands.

May His kingdom shine through us,

as we faithfully follow His plans.

(response to Luke 14:7-14)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that your invitation to come is for everyone. Thank You that You do not just choose those who seem to have it all together, but You invite every heart that hopes to hear from You. Thank You for making the way for us to be in relationship with You now, and join You in heaven forever, through the atoning sacrifice of Your Son, Jesus. Thank You that through Him, ALL who call on Him may be saved. Forgive us Father for not always preferring one another, nor walking in true humility before You. Help us to understand what it truly means, and lead us in a life of love that longs to seek and serve You completely. May the words of our mouths and the work of our hands lead the lost to Your loving embrace. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

Setting Free

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image by LaKeisha Rainey-Collins

Bent over and bound

for eighteen long years,

crippled by spirit,

forced low by fears.

Synagogue on Sabbath;

Why was she there?

Hoping for help?

Offering prayer?

Regardless of reason,

her moment begun.

Jesus, He saw her,

and told her to “come.”

She made her way forward,

likely painfully so,

then He laid on His hands,

and told infirmity to GO.

In that very instant,

her body was healed,

indignant the rulers,

as Christ was revealed.

They argued for rest,

though they, even they,

would unbind their livestock,

to water on this day.

Jesus replied,

“If the donkey, why not she?”

“For what Satan has bound,

I am now setting free.”

(response to Luke 13:10-17)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for yet another great example and reminder of how and when You heal is in Your time, not ours. You are not limited by our understanding, nor do You even need for us to come before You in a certain way. Thank You that regardless of the timing or the circumstance, You are our Healer. Lord Jesus, we continue to stand in faith, asking, trusting and believing for Your perfect and complete healing to happen for those for which we are asking. (I personally am lifting up Anne, Cara of This Little Light, Unshakable Hope, Martha of In Love With the Lord, and many others, for whom I cannot recall the blog titles at the moment. Thank You Jesus, that You know! Please feel free to add your personal prayer requests in the comment section, so that we can stand in agreement together) Be our peace and our strength as we wait, and may powerful praise be ever present on our lips. May our heart that is ever being transformed by You, clearly reflect Your loving light to those lost in darkness. Amen

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

True Treasure

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image by Publications International

Worry, it wanders

its face like a flood.

When fear surges through us,

gets into our blood.

Sickness, disease,

poverty, bills;

expenses, deficits –

foreboding hills.

Consider the ravens,

they do not sow nor reap,

they have not a storehouse,

nor home where they sleep.

Yet for even the birds,

His provisions abound.

If so for the creatures,

how much more for the found?

He clothes in splendor the lilies.

He cares deeply for His flocks.

He knows each of our needs,

and keeps His storehouse unlocked.

Trust in true treasure,

in Him our freedom is found.

From the trappings of worry,

we shall ever remain unbound.

(response to Luke 12:22-34)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that in You, we have no reason to worry. Though things around us may seem impossible, nothing is impossible for You. Thank You that You are God and You care so intimately for all of creation that You provide for all creatures, great and small. How much more do You provide for us, whom You created in Your own image and knit together in our mother’s wombs? Forgive us for our worry and for forgetting just how great You are. Help us to keep an eternal perspective when trouble finds us. Teach us to trust more deeply, so that our true treasure lies in You alone. May Your light in our lives shine brightly before all whom we encounter so that they too may come to know that the only true and lasting treasure, is You. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

Who Is My Neighbor?

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image by Shawne K. Wickham

Location has little

to do with this term,

as Jesus, Himself

wants each one to learn.

The one who is hurting

be they near or quite far;

the despised, the rejected,

wherever they are.

The orphans, the lonely,

the widows and such,

the poor and the downcast –

those needing so much.

We are their neighbors.

If not we, then who?

When we ask of our Father,

He’ll show us what to do.

Sometimes a word

is His greatest gift,

for through His perfect power,

a downcast soul He can lift.

Maybe a meal,

made by our tender hands,

will refresh one who’s weary,

fulfilling His plan.

Such seemingly small things,

can matter so much,

when fueled by the Father,

we offer His touch.

(responding to Luke 10:25-37 – The Parable of the Good Samaritan)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that You sent Your Son to model so much more than what it is to love your neighbor as yourself. Jesus did not hesitate in His giving, even unto His life in exchange for ours, so that we would have a way to come to know You. Forgive us for not allowing our light to shine bright at all times, and for withholding blessing from those You have declared to be our neighbors that we may have overlooked. Teach us to trust You so that we might love You and love one another as You have loved us. May the love that we give away, lead people to You today. Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present