Written From My Heart

Delight in the door.
Demand yourself to
open wide opportunity.
With optimistic view, choose
to cautiously inch over
the edge of the entry,
intentionally or...
impulsively,
instinctively
crash through.
Nevertheless,
with brimming abandon,
embrace the exploit,
hidden behind the
closed, shadow-darkened door
until the time was right,
you overcame last fight,
you stumbled through the night.
And at last,
light illuminates
the lingering, longing
for something more.
It’s at your core
to chase the chance to build,
to create,
dream and demonstrate
what you pour out,
what you know more about
since that last open door, shut.

Written From My Heart
June 15, 2019
Jennifer Osmond

In waters
deep,

In terror of
darkest night,

cold is the
sheet that
covers you,

when death is the
door beckoning you,

when
nothingness
surrounds you,

unfamiliar and distant the world around you,

when no way
forward,
upward,
inward,
is showing up,

visibility
completely
turned off,
shut off,

I’m still there,
I’m still here.

the light shining
around you,
the strong voice
speaking to you,
the arms reaching
for you,
the hands
grasping,
holding,
leading you out,
rescuing you,

That’s where I am
that’s where I’ll be
forever and always
will be.

that’s where I am,
right where you are.
I never leave you
or forsake you
even until the
end of your days,
we walk together into eternity.

Written From My Heart
June 13, 2026
Jennifer Osmond

My mother heart and thoughts return periodically to the scene of Caelan’s drowning.
Whenever I consider the situation, Holy Spirit leads me to His calm, saving reassurance and reality that even under the waters deep, God tells us, “even there, I am with you”…

While we
were
sleeping,
closed
our eyes,
dreaming,
darkness
fell, and
sin
crept
in.

We had
turned
out the
Light
within,
the Word,
beginning
to end,
too many
passages
knocking,
locked,
outside
the door.

Lullaby,
lulling,
letting us
stay
sleeping,
keeping
silent,
slumbering,
Our comfort
quilted,
cuddled up
beside us.

What’s the
reason
to be
awakened?
Why
are You
shaking
us to rise?
Is it
really
morning
time?

Did the
time
really fly?
Don’t want
to open
our eyes.
Don’t want
to realize,
the lullaby
of lies
kept us
lying here
too long,
alarm is
ringing,
clock
ticking,
the time
is gone
for us
to walk
the walk
in You,
standing
for truth,
giving
ourselves,
our lives
back
to You
in gratitude.

You died
for us.
Paid the
price.
Changed
our lives.
Sent us out.

But while
we were
sleeping,
we were not
keeping
watch,
and we got
caught
sleeping in.

Written From My Heart
June 12, 2023
Jennifer Osmond

The power of the pen holds many things.

It puts us all on an equal playing field, to express, to engage, to defend and to comfort.

Whether with an audience of one or thousands, holding the pen, writing with the passion behind it, gives a freedom not found in many other places.

Whether written in your private journal, the bestselling book, a trendy magazine or on a social media platform, it matters.
It can make a difference.

The power of the pen is an instrument of release, of ease of pain or of fountain of laughter.
It is fact or fiction, deepest innermost thoughts or frivolous frolic, poking fun or challenging the system.

In times of chaos in countries, in culture, in explosive climate, in quiet covidish isolation, in war or peace, the power of the pen has always existed as a certain rescue when no rescue-be found.

So if you’re listening to voices that shout out, ‘be quiet’ or the subtle reasoning ‘better to be seen but not heard’, ‘don’t judge’, ‘don’t speak’, ‘don’t cause a stir’, just refill the inkwell for your dried up pen, do a little dip of the tip and begin again.
The power of the pen is always within the grasp of your hand.

Written From My Heart
June 10, 2023
Jennifer Osmond

Open up
Your promises,
sky-wide,
let them
rain down
from above.

Replace
the tears,
the ashes,
the broken years,
the crashed dreams,
with Your
everlasting love.

In the land
that I’m living,
keep giving
the plans,
the future,
the hope
You have for
my family,
keep bringing
us back to
Your heart,
the fresh start
You are
always
making.

Open up
Your promises,
sky-wide,
let them
rain down
from above.

Written From My Heart
June 9, 2026
Jennifer Osmond

Stay strong.
Be strong.
Though the waves
of doubt
toss about you.
Sing your song
of salvation.
Though the winds
of change
beat against you.
You have come
so far my friend,
by faith, though the waters
drift too deep.
Be strong in the Lord,
for in His powerful might, you, precious child, He’ll keep.

Written From My Heart January 2023
Jennifer Osmond

The Balance

Teetering.
Tottering.
At times
tiptoeing.
Seesaw motion,
tipped by
emotions,
commotions,
negotiations.

With my
arms
stretched
wide,
to share or
to embrace
or pulled
inward,
hiding face,
hiding pain,
ever moving
from space
to space.

You bring
me balance.
You cover
the width,
the heights,
the depths,
by Your love.

You are
higher
yet you
meet me
in my lows.
Wherever
I am, You
remain
close.

Whatever
life
shifts
in my
day to day,
moment to
moment,
from
season to
season,
You stay,
with Your
Presence,
in Your
comforting
way.

Written From My Heart
June 9, 2025
Jennifer Osmond

Give me
peace
when pain
stacking,
attacking,
unbearably,
breathlessly,
tears my
heart in two.

Teach me
when,
how,
where,
why,
to stay
under, run
for cover,
to your
shelter
when stormy
weather
unsteadies me,
blindsides.
Please make
me wise.

Heal, deal
with what’s
deep within
the anguish,
wounds of
the flesh,
when
another’s
carelessness,
recklessness,
selfish pride,
inflicts
injury
inside.

Turn this
bitter cup
into a
clear cup
cleansed,
crystal-like
by my
fresh tears,
falling.

I’m calling out.
I’m letting
the emotions
out,
I’m crying it out,
waiting it out.

Give me Your peace.

Written From My Heart
June 8, 2026
Jennifer Osmond

Sometimes compounded grief can be so overcoming that it can catch your breathe, yet you know you should release it. Writing helps give another outlet for the painful thoughts or remembrances that can crash like waves over you in unexpected moments.

Don’t swallow
that lump,
let it out,
let it go.

When sobs
wrap you up,
shake it out,
fast or slow.

Tears should flow.
Crying not slow,
‘til the time is up,
you’ll know,
you’ll know.

The release
brings a peace,
when He
comes close,
your tears
a prayer
drawing
Him near.

Tears,
collect
in a bottle,
tears wash
out the pain,
tears trade a
sorrow that
tomorrow
softer rains.

When your
heart feels
so broken,
He knows,
He knows.

Written From My Heart
June 7, 2026
Jennifer Osmond