Monday, November 26, 2012

INSANITY ... THE PERFECT STORM




     
        
                       INSANITY ... THE PERFECT STORM           by Marggie Rassler

                      

        In 1979 the voices moved in. They took residence inside my head and outside my ears.

Sleep became futile. At night, my eyes closed to reveal unwelcome intruders. In the darkness within me the daunting parade of strange faces appeared ... coming closer and closer to my mind's eye. Angry faces. Eyes like razors. One by one they slid closer and closer into me. Each forcefully drawing something out of me. At these times, I trembled and wept. Alone. Couldn't tell anyone I had plunged into insanity. The children ... they would be taken away.

        My heart battled its inner world of constant storms. Biting, crushing words from the voices tormented me with their prophecies of approaching doom. "Soon you will be in a mental hospital. Behind bars.Tied down." Only the loaded gun in the closet whispered relief.

        In my despair I called out to God. Visions came from a supernatural realm and then ... the invitation. Surrender.

        Surrender? Surrender what? Surrender all.

        What else to do? I wrote the open, invisible check and gave it to Him. My life, my soul, my children, my husband ... all. My insanity. All that I had, all that I was, all that I would be. And then, it began. A supernatural existence. The war with a year of the endless battles He and I would fight together ... battles won placing me back into sanity. Lessons I would then spent thirty years teaching others.

         At my house we have a sign on the front door. Shalom. The Hebrew word means PEACE. A certain kind of peace that brings health, well-being, protection and deliverance. Many through the years, have come through our doors, looking for that. In their search I have seen their encounters with God that radically changed their hopeless lives. It is because of the supernatural power of redemption I have experienced in my own life and the same power I have seen manifested in their lives that I believe.

        It is because of the desire in my life to help others so oppressed that I want to write and tell their stories ... His story. Pray for me.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A THANKSGIVING OFFERING





                            
A Thanksgiving Offering  by Marggie Rassler  Thanksgiving 2012

Give Me "your true real,"

Though raw and foul,

The stench of your days old

Crucified flesh,

Screaming loud,

My treasured scent ...

Your thanksgiving offering.

The Amen

Thursday, November 1, 2012

ME AND CONFETTI


  
    Me And Confetti               by Marggie Rassler   To my family and friends ... thanks
                                                                      for those  precious dots in time you've given me!
Trace me first with Cross,

That pins my eyes

To the heavenlies.

 Color me blood-red,

 For my Latin love

 Of passion.

 Spray me with

 The scent of just

 Grounded coffee beans.

 

 Sculpture me, with hairpin

 Mountain turns, mirrors of

 my love for adventure.

 

Paint brush me with tears,

Frozen rivers melting now,

For an island's oppressed people.

 

Sing me into a song,

To the beat of the drum,

Of my grandchildren's laughter.

 

  And finally,

 

  Splash me, with

  The multi-colored dots,

  The many people

  Who gifted me with,

  Most unforgettable moments ...

  

  My dots in time,

  My life's Confetti!