Overrun By Your Love Blog Tour + Poem Spotlight

Overrun By Your Love, a collection of inspirational poetry by Erika Mathews, has been released! Join in the excitement with the giveaway below, and don't forget to check out the other blog tour stops here. Keep reading for a spotlight on one of the poems.

About the Book

Immerse yourself in a lyrical, artistic story older than time: the story of the kingdom of God.

Receive encouragement and refreshment in your spiritual walk with a collection of poems on our awesome God, trusting God, family, God’s creation, special occasions, and ministering Christ.

Inspirational and joyful poetry hones in on Biblical truth in a meditative manner.  

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 About the Author

Erika Mathews is the author of Promise’s Prayer and an editor who lives in the farm country of Minnesota with her husband and young children. She’s a homeschool graduate with a Bachelor’s in Communications, a Master’s in Biblical Ministries, and a passion for sharing Jesus Christ and His truth. When she’s writing, she enjoys letting God’s message shine through her, crafting pleasing sentences, and using the Oxford comma. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, outdoor activities, music, and organizing. She's been writing poems since she was four years old. Swings, hammocks, fields, waterfalls, and lakes near her Minnesota home are her favorite places for Scripture meditation. You can connect with Erika at restinglife.com.

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Poem Spotlight: April, When Bluebonnets Grow

From the Author: Although one might suppose this poem would have been written in April, it was actually penned during the last week of March: March 23, 2013, to be exact. It was during my fifth semester - my third and final spring - at IMI, a small Bible school in Texas Hill Country with an intense focus on seeking God, spending time with Him, and meditating on Scripture. Throughout my time at IMI, I enjoyed walking in the “Horse Pasture” mornings, afternoons, and evenings - particularly during bluebonnet season. From the first spring, the bluebonnets captured my fancy with their deep blue hues, their star-shaped leaves, and their symmetrical composition - not to mention the beauty of field after field painted in that beautiful color. This poem grew out of imagining lifetime’s key events centered around the bluebonnet - from learning to know and trust God deeply on earth to an eternity of resting and enjoying forever that of which earthly bluebonnets are but a mere shadow.

April, When Bluebonnets Grow

I love to muse, and pray, and sigh

Through rolling, gentle, sunlit fields,

But, better still, I love to spy

Star-leaves, with deepest true blue yields.

All fear upends and worry flees.

God loves this azure bud, I know—

How fields turn into waving seas

In April, when bluebonnets grow.

I want a pure white veil to wear

Of ethereal cloud-mists gently soft;

A flower-carpet wide and fair

With true blue clusters waved aloft;

An emerald gem to match the blue

That’s echoed in the sprig I throw;

To stand with me, God’s man and true—

In April, when bluebonnets grow.

And when at last I close my eyes

To life’s brief breath upon this earth,

And when my feeble body lies

Within the dust that gave it birth,

I want that mortal frame to rest

Within the earth that kept it so,

And o’er the top, with blossoms dressed—

In April, when bluebonnets grow.

When resurrection’s song they raise

That year, I pray to God I will

With greater resurrection praise

Be singing it yet louder still.

I think I’ll find a blue expanse

Bright, endless, waving to and fro,

And think of earth days and earth plants

In April, when bluebonnets grow.

When morning breaks in endless dawn

And I shall see with heaven’s sight,

I’ll find there, as I wander on

Blue waving, breathtakingly bright;

For, when untouched by man’s controls,

The Master paints all fields blue so,

I’ll smile, remembering earthly strolls

And April, when bluebonnets grow.

© Erika Mathews 2018. All rights reserved. Used by permission.