Casting trust, individual and unique, timeless in seamless connectivity. 

Crafting the truth of depths distinction. 

Winding a vibrant identity within the leaves.

The seasonal whispers of doubt increase to dismiss, the ambitious balance of our hopes and dreams.

Trickling whispers dangle in truth. Is this a place that I can find you? The inviting abundance of August's Muse, lulled softly in nurtured diffuse. 

Joy unspeakable, lies in the intense spectrum of promise.

Rising to a place of honor, giddy with delight. Per chance to dream, unraveled seeds begin to need. 

Soil, water, nourishment, and protection from the elements. 

First, it must fight it's way into even seeing the light of day.

© Becky Butler

5 Year's Ago….

Part One 5 years ago

Five years ago, I didn't understand how my life would change; for the better and the worse but, ultimately for the best. 

I didn't know the resiliency I would have for life's adversities. I wasn't aware of the joy I have in conversations with three-year-olds. I didn't know five years ago that  I would have to fight to survive, more than once. Five years ago, I didn't see the fortitude I have to make it through something that wanted to take my life more than once.  

I didn't know I'd meet my love, who is so good to me.

I didn't realize that I would be able to let go of people I thought were permanent and more so that I wanted to be permanent. Five years ago, I wasn't aware of the power of letting go of what's not for me, and I didn't know the gift of fighting for the things that are.

 Becky Butler

Part Two-Five years ago

Five years ago, I didn't realize how hard I'd have to fight for a semblance of normalcy. That it would take all I had and then some to get through, and it still bowled me over.  

The only thing I could do was hang on to Jesus. I run after my God, to seek my King, and find Him amid my mess, open arms willing to embrace, to hold and pick me up and take me out of the trenches that I've been in for far too long. 

Five years ago, I didn't understand how I would struggle, and also how every single one of my dreams surpassed my confined mind's goals. I have had to let go of things I desperately wanted to be permanent in my life. But I have learned through letting go of the things not meant for me and letting God that I am where I need to be. In the presence of my Lord.

Five years ago, I didn't know I would put down the gift that I have been graced with and not do anything with it for a few years. I permitted my giftings to go dormant so that I could cope with my reality. I have found that I trust, I need my God and my giftings from Him, to carry me through and to deal effectively with whatever I face. 

Five years ago, I was unaware of how hard it would be to pick up again. But I knew beyond any measure of doubt in my Spirit that I needed to continue in the craft that keeps me. Writing my way through has always been how I achieve.  

I process and confront all that rages against me on the inside. Then I lay it at God's feet and permit Him the place of process and perspective in my life that I may see through His eyes and not my occluded humanistic vision that only sees in part. 

I give my all to the Lord and know that as He's carried me thus far, I will continue until my race is not simply done, but won.

Becky Butler

My love has gone away, the one i woke up to every single day. No more phone calls to be had, its no longer an option now that you’ve passed. 

I cant believe what took you from me, a drink. A single, isolated, solitary drink repeated countless times throughout the day. My truth is my truth and my story plays out this way. No hiding or pretending no one has issues in this crazy, amazing, awful and awe-filled life. 

Our time ticks continually down the hourglass of eternity, waiting for the moment when the book on our journey has closed and every thought has been gleaned. 

What matters are the embers. Burning hot long after the flame is gone. Beauty for ashes thats what You say, I reach for and trust You, Jesus, in every single day. Lord take our residue and purpose it into beauty and grace. Along the way there are things that we have to face and must confront, death is one. Ive learned alot. 

That life in love does not quit when the ticking of the heart has stopped. I carry you through in all that i do, i pray someday my tears wont be so hot, fresh from the news of knowing you’re not. 

 Ill keep you with me for as long as i am, intentionally, and not happenstance.  Thank you for the gift of embrace and the families of love you helped to raise. Remembered always, you’ll never be erased. ………….Becky Butler

Psalms 103:12 As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions 

Regarding being forgiven for our mistakes. God doesn't even remember that about you. He forgot. Completely. And won't bring it back up. Ever. Ever. 

 Forgiveness, is a done deal. No regurgitation. God doesn’t keep bringing it up. Stop punishing yourself. For Gods not punishing you.

God takes my shattered pieces and makes a Masterpiece of my broken places called Mosaic. 

Kintsugi. Where the broken places are sealed with gold, for there is value in our brokenness. God values you. YOU ARE NOT A MISTAKE NOR ARE YOU AN ACCIDENT.  Enjoy life. You are allowed to have life work out for you. You are. And it will. Exhale, it’s  over. As Jesus said on the cross. It is finished. 

Grow your flowers in a place where they will no longer be shattered. 

You can take the broken places. Let God seal them in His love. Alighting them in gold. Gods gonna make that Mosaic for you. Give Him the pieces.  He will create in you and for you, a MASTERPIECE by the Master’s Peace. For you are a Masterpiece, held in His grace.

A MOSAIC. 

Becky Butler

I wanted to say something about this flower. I don't know what it is. It was contained in a packet of my sunflower seeds this past growing season. It magnificently caught my eye. So stunning to find this colored gem amidst all the golden petals and stems. A stunner, there all along. Waiting, ever, always to belong. My wonder and amazement at the ability of the seeds to all blend in, floored me. Oh how we all start out the same. Seedlings, in need of a home and a name. 

Often times when we plant seeds we tend to the soil and the weeds, to keep pristine what will come into being. We don't prepare ourselves oft enough for the gems. The gems of life bursting through, sustaining me and sustaining you. 

The potential, for discernable signs of life becomes ambiguous at this stage in the game. Most of the seedlings look the same. 

But then they are planted and the similarities change. Growing into what they were meant to contain. A tiny seed no longer seen, developing into what it is ordained to be. 

This is how seeds come. In the packets all of one, to be planted and enjoyed, and then call it done. But sometimes, just sometimes, there’s an extra one. That didn't belong, and wasn't as the label said. This bloom had something else in her head. Amongst the towering flowers, she blossomed making her way as the others through. Through the dirt and the mud, there is a triumph that surely was fought for and won. A label, so long ago applied, depicts amiss what is inside. 

Only when we've been planted, can we begin to grow. Amidst the thorn and beneath the glow, of the Sun’s rays for others to show, wherever we are is wherever we grow.

Becky Butler

(Isaiah 61:1-7) The plantings of the Lord shall blossom as trees of righteousness...

(Psalms 92:13-15)  Those that be planted in the house of our Lord, shall flourish in the courts of our God...

(1 Corinthians 3:6-8) I have planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the increase...

Note: The flower is called a bachelor’s button.

God is love. In Him we have a relationship that never fails.

His love for us remains, constant, versus the ebb and flow of our humanity. Perfect, we are not, and do not have to be. Only God is perfect, and we are perfected in His grace. We don't have to earn it.

We need to trust and believe it. We are never alone. We have each other and those close in our lives, not through physical proximity or anything, but who we connect with in life on far more than the surface levels.

The earth's surface decays, but the foundations of the earth, contain VALUE. Treasures precious. Impossible to man, but foundational to God. Emeralds, Rubies, Diamonds, Jasper, Veins of gold, silver, copper. Treasured. As are we. 

God doesn't use pressure to force us into things, but to show us He is continually creating within us a new thing, precious and treasured.

We don't have to earn God's love, it's freely given. We just need in life to be open to healing. Mind, thoughts, emotions, physical, etc. We are the pieces of rock, forged into Gemstones through God's gift of grace. We are always, always cherished in Him. Always. We are the emeralds, sapphire, jasper, with veins of gold, silver, and copper. God created us, He doesn't make mistakes. He loves. He is love. God is love.

Becky Butler

His ability, where mine falls short. To intervene with the divine and change course, direction, and intended destination to something that is above all that we can ask, think, or see. There are no limits on God’s path.

He wants us all to get there. May we be a people who intertwine ourselves with another, forming a tight bond of irrepressible love and support. Legacy. It’s what we build together that matters.

-Becky Butler

Be the Voice....

We are our own advocate, we are the only one's who can adequately relay what we experience with our physician's and the office calls, or procedural process is the time for us to open our mouth and inform our physician until they get it. Make a continual exerted effort to speak your symptoms resolved by medication or surgery and those unresolved, including the side effects of the medications we take, as those alone can cause a whole host of trouble, so we must be the VOICE of CROHN'S the FACE of CROHN'S and the ADVOCATE of CROHN'S by using the only thing we can, our mouth. 

Speak, speak, speak.  We are raised in a society that deems the physician is the expert and we are lay people. While in essence this is true, we are the patients; the one going through and suffering this dreadful disease. A good doctor is one who is open to their patients, listens to them, follows up on what they say, and perform tests and procedures to treat, and identify the cause of our complaint, not to simply dismiss a patient as uninformed and who doesn't know anything about why they are in the office to begin with.  

This dynamic has to change, and it changes with us!  It changes through our voice!  Be the change you want to see in the course of Crohn's, so that others may benefit from the trail you have blazed simply by SPEAKING.....

Becky Butler

The security that comes from being anchored to Love, Himself, carries me. Words are created from within, tinged with the people, things and places we have been. 

As the fingerprints of another impress upon our skin, caressed in the moment and loved within.

Awareness equates victory if we act on it. If we do something with it. If we apply and express it, things change, things shift for the better in our lives, when we raise the bar on our own expectations for ourself and those around us to come up high𝐞𝐫.

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

She wanted to impart beauty, vying the magnitude of her reflection. 

She mattered. She was enough, as is, flowing in her gift. No invitations of pretense to stir an otherwise restful afternoon. 

And then she saw it, hazily, as in a dream. The single solitary flower in the midst of overgrown weeds. Snarls tangled in the brush but there it was, a simple flower lighted upon by the Son setting confidence and esteem free.  Free enough to undo the shackles and take a chance at a glorious life.  

As memory cascades the cerebral, we are brought to a place where we have to decide what to stand for in this life. 

The beauty of it is, we don't have to settle.  We are more than enough. Faith brings us into seasons of utter and thorough activation as He shows up in the fullness of His  provision.  

Be you, no apologies for the space that you take up in this life. Own who you are.

My love has gone away, the one i woke up to every single day. No more phone calls to be had, its no longer an option now that you’ve passed. 

I cant believe what took you from me, a drink. A single, isolated, solitary drink repeated countless times throughout the day. My truth is my truth and my story plays out this way. No hiding or pretending no one has issues in this crazy, amazing, awful and awe-filled life. 

Our time ticks continually down the hourglass of eternity, waiting for the moment when the book on our journey has closed and every thought has been gleaned. 

What matters are the embers. Burning hot long after the flame is gone. Beauty for ashes thats what You say, I reach for and trust You, Jesus, in every single day. Lord take our residue and purpose it into beauty and grace. Along the way there are things that we have to face and must confront, death is one. Ive learned alot. 

That life in love does not quit when the ticking of the heart has stopped. I carry you through in all that i do, i pray someday my tears wont be so hot, fresh from the news of knowing you’re not. 

 Ill keep you with me for as long as i am, intentionally, and not happenstance.  Thank you for the gift of embrace and the families of love you helped to raise. Remembered always, you’ll never be erased. ………….Becky Butler

How lovely it is to be continually captivated by life, in spite and despite circumstance. 

To be lucid in dream, ever and always awake along the edge of the fray. Color the edge of your world with grace, fulfill life in the space that you take. Imprints forever impressed, because you are here.

Becky Butler