when someone makes a comment shares an opinion provides a suggestion offers their perception
do not let your many pores absorb it through your skin into bloodstream red to cycle right inside your beating heart
no matter who they are
without pausing to evaluate the truth, the application or validity of their words
—always reflect upon the opinions of others rather than leaping to internalisation
heather pound 2025
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why do i ever worry restless, anxiously fret because your mercy, your grace your intricately woven plan— it never loses a stitch
never is deformed or leaves a gaping hole. because you, the expert weaver know exactly what you’re doing, you know what you have planned.
as the Master Creative you graciously lead my paltry attempts to step into your footsteps great
and while sometimes i feel as if i’m hacking through the thickest brush dodging thorns, creating a path
your footprints are already there sparkling and clean and clear amidst the mud and muck
you have the path, you have the way and all that i must do—is look for you, spot the evidence of your presence great
and to know you never meant me to wrestle with this alone
o Master Creator, help me to lift my eyes from a heart that’s proud and remember that nothing has ever been made without you.
heather pound 2025
Painted by God, viewed from my kitchen window.
I’m quietly wrestling with a new book project. This is written from my heart, but I hope that it encourages YOURS whatever is percolating in your heart today. Tapping into whatever is creative in you, placed there in the image of Him—that’s often where we find the most connection, feel the most meaning.
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you fight and resist, ignoring the deepest parts that want to hold on, remain in control, predict the outcome
but I tell you this— although it may not feel like it 'til then there is no better space to find yourself in than beyond what you can do
arriving at the moment where you can finally say “if You don’t come through —then I’ve got nothing”
this is the place of miracles unlocking your heart to the Father who smiles and says “ah, this is where i wanted you
all along. now i will part the waters push back the sea, rid you of the enemies that pursue threatening.
because i am here and i am good i’ve got this situation in impossibly capable hands and you will have my peace”
heather pound 2025
Photo by Hannah Bates
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if they had told me what it was really like, those days and days of endless routine
the wiping of noses, the frequent tears feeding, bouncing, bathing, toileting not enough sleep endless dishes and washing of clothes repeat upon repeat
if they had explained that i would spend hours just sitting, child on lap feeding, comforting, entertaining tired
that my body would never be the same and really my mind as well, since you are never too far from my thoughts hardwired
i might have thought twice perhaps —but it wouldn’t have mattered as i met you one by precious one.
i did the math and i spent three full years of my life uncomfortable with child to gain the four of you
nevertheless, i would do it all again, no hesitation to marvel at, to cherish, adore to watch grow the treasures that you are.
you are my second chance. you sometimes catch me staring adoring, amazed you probably think i’m a little bit strange
but for a heart that was bruised, undernourished cast aside, you are an anchor, a safe haven a place of trust, of peace a well that runs deep
i catch your eyes in private moments, not quite so open as mine, but deep, utter, abandoned joy—reciprocated. all the more precious because you chose to let me in. always present, but not so carelessly strewn about like mine
second chances are rare, sparkling precious like the sea in the afternoon sun never, ever unguarded not from fear, but worth we know the value of what we have
heather pound 2025
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did you wake today with pile of burdens pressing down heavy even before your feet reached the cold floor?
(you are not alone in this for i have felt it too.)
do you know the psalmist once metaphorically said that the Source of Love collects each tear in a bottle records them in his book?
as i read this recent i observed that it never said only the tears that were worthy, somehow selflessly shed.
these are not the perfect tears in the bottle, holy crystal clear
no, these are all your tears every single one because the Giver of Life understands your pain
he sees, he cares about the depths of your ache and longs to wipe every tear away
and one day he’s promised he will
the frost will melt the dawn will come hold on for this marvellous day
Heather Pound 