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He talks I believe
Through his muse’s pain
Putting words together
Like dropplets of rain
Not quite sure sometimes
What he really means
I think that -just maybe
He likes this bequiling mystery
He is wild-completely free
Creating words of art for us to see!
the paths we take
may not always be right
sometimes they take us
into the dark night
We stumble-we fall
trying to find
our way
back to the light
we search-we seek
for someone to lead
some one to take us
into the light
we tremble-we cry
and don’t know why
life won’t help us
back to the light
we reaped-we sowed
by taking the wrong path
so we humble ourselves
we repent-we get right
for only God knows the way
out of the dark night
He has the eternal sign
that simply says
“Just follow the Light.”
Captured in the whirlwind
Of this thing called life
Carried upon each thought
Time pushing and pulling me
To where my destiny grows.
wrinkles folded
gleaming eyes
sweet smells
memories
smiles
loving hands
praying
mama’s love
With my heart in my hand
I offer to you
The best that I am
The worse that I’ll be
I’ll not promise a thing
That I can’t keep
But with all of my being
My soul and my mind
I do promise to love you
For the rest of time
I’ll make mistakes
As you will see
Cry a tear or two
This is me!
I’ll proabably get mad
I sometimes do
When things go wrong
Or I get blue
When I can’t be strong
I’ll leave it to you
To be patient and kind
You’ll know what to do
Just hold me close
Show me you care
In your own special way
Always be there
And in no time at all
With our love we will see
The very best me
I was created to be! (9-11-2006) Read at our wedding November 10, 2006
PROVERBS : 17:8- A GIFT IS AS A PRECIOUS STONE IN THE EYES OF HIM THAT HATH IT: WHITHERSOEVER IT TURNETH, IT PROSPERETH. (KING JAMES VERSION)
The translation of ‘a precious stone’ is ‘a stone of grace’-
I love the way God writes! The Giver of the gifts we have ,such as grace and mercy, is the Greatest writer of all!-especially since He wrote the Book! Hope and pray everyone has a great day! Enjoy the gifts He has bestowed upon us today and smile but don’t forget to say Thank You!
To everyone who follows my blog-Thank you so much for following my blog and liking my post-fivereflections I tried to comment on your haikus and Ice fishing but there were so many that I thought this might be a better way- I not only like them I am amazed by them-such beauty in the simplist of words-The first time I wrote a haiku was when I started back to college in 1999 at the ripe old age of 50. I thought I was too cool when I was 18 so my punishment for my arrogance was having to take college algebra at 50 when it wasn’t a required credit in 1967. I have since graduated with a 4.0 but I still need to finish this class for my double AA in art and General studies. Alas time has caught up with me and after a few mini-strokes the memory is a little wobbly-but if it is God’s will I will finish it someday in the future. Anyway back to the haiku-It was liberating to do this kind of poetry- I am a traditional old foggey and thought everything should be rhymes and etc. My first collage in art was a freeing experience also! Sorry I am talking to much just wanted to say I think your writing is fabulous as are all the other writers and photgraphers following my blog. I try to read all of the posts but this computer has a mind of its own and I have to individually go to each blog separate from the emails or I get about 5 blank pages and my computer locks up on me-so bear with me. I really enjoy everyones blogs and do so appreciate your likes and comments. Thank you everyone-you are all so good at this! My husband has one also his is cfreeheart@wordpress.com. He has already self-published a book of poems called Freedom of Expression-check him out he is awesome! Again thank you!
I first started a Bible study group because the preacher who had been coming to the senior citizen housing decided there was not enough participation from the tenants to keep coming. Now I have a real problem with this because what if that last Gentile soul lived there and would possibly have gotten saved which would have ushered in the coming back of Jesus? Just my opinion! I moved into the senior housing after my husband of 34 years had went on to glory. There were so many nice people who lived there but now they didn’t have anyone to teach the Bible studies. My dear friend and angel which God had sent into my life after I had lived there about six months thought it would be a great idea if I taught the Bible study. I had taught God’s Word before and throughly loved the thought of doing this again. Since I lived in the building, I was always on sight so to speak. I was so excited to be teaching again because I love the Word of God and teaching what revelation I gleaned by the Holy Spirit from the Word so others could understand and love Him too.
I began the Bible Study with prayer and praise music. We then read Psalm 119:1-8, 1. Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the LORD. 2. Blessed are they who keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart. 3. They also do no iniquity: they walk in his ways. 4. Thou hast commanded us to keep thy precepts diligently. 5. O that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes! 6. Then shall I not be ashamed, when I have respect unto all thy commandments. 7. I will praise thee with uprightness of heart, when I shall have learned thy righteous judgements. 8. I will keep thy statutes: O forsake me not utterly. (King James Version). God’s Word is the very life of God because it proceeds from His very Heart. This is so vital for people to understand. When God speaks something it will happen! It has happened! It will continue to happen! His Word is living truth, alive with promise and is still creating what He has spoken. How amazing is this revelation! Yet, we in our tiny finite minds limit Him with our thinking and lack of faith in His Word. Jesus Christ is His Spoken Word. God speaks only the truth and we can stand on that firm foundation as told to us in the Scriptires. We can believe His Word totally! This Truth is verified in John 1: 1-5, 14, 1. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2. The same was in the beginning with God. 3. All things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made. 4. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. 5. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. 14. And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth. (KJV). Jesus was and is and will always be the Spoken Word of God filled with the heart, soul, mind, and Spirit of the Living God.
In the beginning as God was saying, “Let there be light! His precious Word (His Son, the Light) was birthed, being issued out by the eternal voice of His Father into the darkness of this world and dispelling it to the outer reaches of the universe. Genesis 1: 1-5; 1.In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. 2. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. 3. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. 4. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. 5. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.(KJV) Today the scientific greats have discovered ‘darkness’ in the universe that they can’t explain. It is I believe this darkness that had to back away and make room for the Light of Day! Just like the darkness of the earth had to recede when the created light came so does the darkness in our souls when the revelation of the Light of Jesus (The Word), along with the moving of the Holy Spirit upon the spoken Word of God, comes into our minds to reside in our hearts.. Romans 12:12 says, And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good and perfect will of God. (KJV))Our minds must be renewed from the old ways of thinking (in some if not most cases,todays ways of thinking) that were created in our thought processes over the course of our lives. I believe it is called, ‘set in our ways’. The Father wants us to open up our hearts and minds to receive His Son by understanding His Word and accepting Him as Lord and Savior of our lives. II Timothy 2:7- Consider what I say, and the Lord give thee understanding in all things.(KJV) He wants us to have the very best He has for us yet we shun the leading of the Holt Spirit Who would lead us into the knowledge of The Word. Why? I don’t know! But I want too. So we will travel down this road together if you want to stick around. What started out as a small Bible study will continue on in some variations as we glean insights from God’s Word and guidance from the Holy Spirit.
Standing in line
Out here in the cold
Waiting to see You
Of whom I’ve been told
I hear You are my Savior
I hear You are my Lord
So, I am standing in line
Out here in the cold.
Standing in line
With a child’s broken heart
Prayng to see You
To get a new start
I hear You are so wonderful
I hear You are so true
So I am standing in line
What else can I do?
Standing in line
With tears in my soul
Seeking to find You
Of whom I’ve been told
I hear You will forgive me
I hear I’ll be whole
So I’m standing in line
Out here in the cold.
Now the door is open
And I’m going through
With out-stretched arms
I am drawn to You
No longer crying
I know that You are mine
I have found my Jesus
At the end of the line.
When I was about ten years old I noticed my older sister wasn’t having to do the dishes after supper. I asked my mama, “Why isn’t Mary helping with the dishes?” (Sounds like Martha in the Bible when Mary wasn’t helpng prepare the meal for Jesus.) Mama said, “Because she cooked supper.” I said, “You mean if you cook the meal you don’t have to do the dishes?” ‘Yes.” my mama said. Well the only thing I hated worse than chopping weeds was doing the dishes so I immediately said, “Well teach me to cook!” This began a very slow process of teaching a tomboy how to do things that meant she had to be a girl thus preparing her for the day she would be a wife and mama, I think. The first thing I had to learn was to make biscuts. We were fairly poor I guess because we got commodities which included flour. My first experience was scary because I wasn’t supposed to do something or the biscuts wouldn’t raise or maybe that was the cornbread I had to make another day. Well anyways my first batch of biscuts turned out kind of okay but had little pieces of baking powder in them which hadn’t mixed into the batter right. I guess that was my fault but don’t really remember. The gravy was thick enough though that we could use it for biscuts if we wanted too. I made a pound cake along about this time also which weighed about 20 pounds. I think I invented a new kind of brick. Well back to the biscuts. The second batch proved to be deadly. They were like hockey pucks. No amount of gravy could save them. After everyone had a good laugh at my expense we were going to just give them to the hogs. We lived on a farm so garbage was very appreciated by the animals. About three of us kids (there were nine of us) went outside and spotted some of mama’s fruit jars sitting next to the old smokehouse where we cured our hams. I don’t remember which one threw the first biscut at a jar but it exploded like a hand grenade had hit it. It made the most amazing sound too. Oh wow! This was going to be fun. All of us started throwing them and shattering the jars. We had a bountiful supply of biscuts because there were about 15 people in our family and generally there were enough to each have two plus if company showed up, which we had a few relatives that did this just about every mealtime, and Daddy usually took a few in his lunch pail. After the initial firing of the biggest biscuts, mama’s old red rooster came gawking out across the yard. To this day I don’t know what possessed me but I pulled back on that old rooster with the last biscut I had in my hand and fired. That biscut hit that bird with the accuracy of some of the rockets they have today. I believe they call them smart bombs. Well what I did wasn’t so smart. I hit him square in the neck and he squawked real loud and went to flopping on the ground. Scared me so bad that I think I screamed. Then the humor hit us and we went to laughing until mama came out to see what was going on. I really thought I was about to meet my Maker and probably said a quick prayer. Mama was really cool about her rooster because she said she didn’t ever much care for him cause he flogged us sometimes. She even had a good laugh over the irony of it-then she saw her fruit jars and her face went ghost white. She could cook that bird which we did that night for supper but her jars were valued highly because we canned everything and these would have to be replaced with money she just didn’t have. Needless to say I didn’t get a whipping for killing that old red rooster but for busting mama’s fruit jars. All that were involved in this crime went around with little red bottoms for a few days. My chicken killing days are over and my cooking finally got raves from anyone who ate at my table but I will never forget the ‘old red rooster who not only paid the price for my cooking lessons but gave his life to improve them. Where’s the chicken? Forever etched in my memory!
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