Vyonne Coufal

I am a proud mother of two beautiful children, wife to a dear and devoted husband, and grandmother to an adorable grandson. I am a Navy veteran and an avid lover of poetry. I have been writing poetry most of my adult life. Some of my writing addresses struggles, but I am always reminded of the hope we have in Jesus Christ. This hope seems to always tie up any conflict into a Heavenly wrapped package.
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 Writing Pieces

The brilliance of Gods artistry.

Tug of War

Life gets rough, but in the midst of the storm, when I long to run away, God stands right beside me to reel me back to Him.

What rewards are open to us when we take a chance and choose to trust.

As long as things seem to go well we find ourselves surrounded; who will be there when things falter?

Through the blood of Jesus we are cleansed, but I still am bewildered by God's vision

Wayward Soul

Life struggles coupled with stubornness makes understanding and excepting the free gift of grace a difficult concept

My thoughts on connecting with God.

How difficult it is to let the Holy Spirit work through those whose spirit has been trampled on. How the fight ensues within to re-open the doors of damaged hearts.

I wrote this from my daughter's point of view as I admired a picture of her holding my new grandson. I am sure that my experience as her mother echoed in the words and beauty of the moment captured on film.

How disconcerting it feels when our attempts at kindness are thrown back at us; I wonder how God feels when we do the same to Him?

Isn't it wonderful when God's light pulls us out of dark times.

My journey into the past; visiting a time that required closure and acknowledgment.

The release of putting thoughts on paper.

How different would our perception be if we used God's standards to measure success.

Though sometimes it is difficult, following where Jesus leads and has walked, gives hope to those with a heavy heart.

How wonderful it is when God's healing hand reaches our deepest pain.

What are the rewards of letting go and allowing the hand of God to transform what He has created.

This poem addresses my thoughts on the miracle of Jesus's healing touch when we allow Him to enter our self constructed defenses.

What do we give up when we let our fears steal our irreplaceable moments in time.

Full Circle

pain and disappointment become easier to understand when I become the receiver instead of the giver

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