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Monday, August 20, 2012

Chicken Feather Romance

I say,
How can you not see the
In scrubby bushes
And chicken feathers?

Isn’t all of life

You just have to look at it that way.
Who needs moonlit walks
And candle-lit dinners
When you can find
In chickens and dirt?

There is a
Big-picture romance
That cannot happen
Without both
The seaside bungalows
The dust and bird scat-
Those who love and live the latter
Will taste the romance
And find blessing
Beyond compare.

And what if there
Are two little pairs
Of bare feet
Running in the dust,
Running through the
Scrubby bushes and the
Innocent, dirty little feet—
And one pair is white
And one is brown
And both are scrubbed
By me everyday
And put into little shoes
On Sunday
And run through
 My kitchen
Leaving little
Muddy footprints
That I clean up?

What if I scrub
These twenty toes
And a hundred more
And love every one of them
Because each
Is my precious gift
To watch grow out
Of a dozen shoe sizes
And become the
Beautiful feet
That bring good news.

To touch a heart—
To touch a life—
To touch a people;
This is my dream.

Big dreams come
In a thousand little pieces
The ordinary,
The extraordinary,
The miraculous
And the mundane.

If a snapshot of a dream
Is chickens
And children
And dirt

Bird scat

Must all be
Very romantic

It’s part
Of the greatest
A savior wooing
His bride
Drawing His people
To Him.

And I say,
How can you not see
In scrubby bushes
And  chicken feathers?

(c) 2012 Breana Franks

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Empty Chairs

Did you know that we're the surviving 78 percent of your generation?
Look around you... your church, your school, your neighborhood. There should be more of us here. But they're gone, and we can't get them back.
They were aborted.
They were killed in the womb.
What separated us from them? We didn't get in the right line while they got in the wrong one. We didn't say or do anything to pick pro-life parents or deserve to live while they deserved to die. Knowing this, can we honestly sit back and do nothing? Can we ignore the fact that we missed out on countless friendships? That the missing chairs in our classrooms should be filled? Can we let it keep happening?
We have voices.
The unborn and the dead don't.
It's our obligation to be voices for the voiceless.

It's our obligation to protect the innocent-- the unborn and the mothers, who also become physical and psychological victims when they believe the lie.
I hope you decide to watch this three minute video; it's worth your time.