Touched By Love

The heart does not come alive until it is touched by love. It’s only function is as a pump with which to supply the body with what it needs. But when life brings love to fill it and it begins to beat for others, it finds it’s way. It can be hard as nails but when touched by love it softens and becomes complete. It is pliable in the hands of God. It finds it’s true purpose which is to give life to the giver of that love and the receiver of that love. It chooses that person as it’s own.That is love-to be enjoyed and cherished. This is life-to be fulfilled and wondrously give by God. Romans 8:28 says, And this we know that all things work together for good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose.

We are the Seed

We are the seed that decides the harvest around us. St. Basil said, “A good deed is never lost; He who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.”Galatians 6: 7, 9 says…..For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. and let us not be weary in well-doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. (KJV). My prayer for today is that I sow peace to reap contentment, mercy to reap forgiveness, courage to reap honor, and patience with love to reap eternity in Heaven. Amen

 

Lost in the Shadows

Lost in the shadows of time

Beyond all care

Moments becoming only memories

Of broken dreams

Fragments of lost days and nights

Lifting up the remnants of many yesterdays

Finding only empty places left unfilled

Dots and dashes of no more

Seeking what never was to be.

Waiting

FBO 11/14/19

Not long ago in a faraway land

I call my mind

I had dreams and promises in place

Then life shook them to the ground

Like overripe fruit

Now they lay beyond time and space

Not knowing if they will survive the fall

How did I get to this place of always waiting?

Why must I wait, and wait, and wait?

Will I have to search beneath the leaves of Autumn

For seeds of faith to believe again before winter’s chill

How will I know when the wait is over?

Will bells chime and whistles blow

In acknowledgement of it’s end?

Can the clouds of doubt be blown away

By simply believing I can survive the storm?

No answers are forthcoming

No phone calls or texts that will give me hope

My heart is programed to expect less

So it won’t hurt anymore

But still it waits, and waits, and waits

Maybe in the morning I’ll know

So I’m waiting for the answers

That will shore up the dreams.

Pages

I guess it is time to watch life turn some pages

Nothing stays the same and life moves on

It’s not content to hover amidst broken dreams

On crinkled paper and faded print

Sentences rewrite themselves

As promises drift away

Hope tries to hang on as best it can

But tires so easily with it’s loss of strength

Believing and doubt walk together on this path

What will the story say on the last page?

With the final line printed for all to read

I know, it will say, “The End” and close the book.

 

 

Quiet Thoughts

In the darkness of our minds

We search and seek to find

Old memories of much happier times

Like yellow song birds and wind-blown chimes

Quiet thoughts ease my mind-please do

With pretty flowers and morning dew

Crystal raindrops and sunset hues

Quiet thoughts, Dear God, of You.

Memories

Well I went with my oldest daughter today for doctor appointments and buying school clothes plus supplies for two of my grandchildren who have ADHD. Thankfully Wal-Mart and the doctor’s office was only two blocks from each other. I say this because after we (Grandfather, Grand-daughter, and I) dropped off Mother and Grandson at his appointment, Grand-daughter was hungry so I said we would just take her to a place to eat in Wal-mart while they were at the doctor’s office.  Grandson’s appointment was at 1:00 0’clock and thought hers was at 2:00 but no found out hers was at 3:00 so we had plenty of time. We found this out after we took her back for her’s at 2:00.  The Grandson was hungry so we took him back to Wal-mart along with the mother so they could eat. Mother decided to buy school clothes and supplies while we were there so she wouldn’t have to go after the appointments, so she didn’t eat. Five minutes was all she had before Granddaughter’s appointment and Mother was just checking out with a basket of school supplies. I told her to go have Grandfather take her and Granddaughter to their next appointment and I would check out for her. She said,”But , Mama, (She does’t call me Mother) I may not have enough money to pay for everything!” I told her that I would take up the slack! Grandson and I stayed at the store while Grandfather ran Mother  and Grand-daughter back to the doctor’s appointment. She had left me her money that she had which was more than enough. Grandfather came back so Grandson and I took her stuff out to the truck and since we had another hour to wait, we went back in to do some shopping of our own. Grandfather found shirts for $3.00 apiece and Grandson wanted a locking pencil box so I had to get Granddaughter something or she would have a fit, even though her Mother had just spent a small fortune on her. Their Mother called finally to say they were ready. Grandfather went to get them so she could come back and eat plus buy their school shoes which she didn’t get the first time around. Grandfather and I waited in the restaurant while she took them to get their shoes and some things she needed for her and Father. She had a list. We waited, and waited, and waited. Finally I called her to see how long it was going to be and the first thing out of her mouth was, “Come and get her!” The pop we gave her must have kicked in lol! Mother was beside herself! Finally it was time to go home. Mother wouldn’t let us stop and get root beer floats on the way home. She said she had a headache and just needed her coffee.  I forgot to mention that the appointments were in another state an hour and a half away from where we live. So if she wasn’t stopping for floats she would just have to wait on her coffee although we were dieing for a cup ourselves. About ten miles from home I had her call the kid’s Father to have coffee ready when we got home. Grandfather hadn’t had his nap yet so after coffee he went to sleep while I decided to write this little bit of news. I call it ‘Memories’ because I have been transported back to the first day of school when my five year old son (He turns 41 this month) looked so precious in his new school clothes, and my oldest daughter (the kid’s  Mother) four years later with her pretty little dress and new shoes, then my youngest daughter four years after that in blue jeans but still a classy little girl. Each one carrying their treasure of pencils and paper and a box of crayolas. The amount of school supplies these Grandkids needed was beyond belief! We have come a long way as far as education and I do not begrudge any teacher for having help with the teaching process especially with all the budget cuts and political woes of the day. I know most of these teachers supply many more things that aren’t even on the lists and God bless them all with courage and wisdom to teach in todays world. I was just walking through some old memories before I became Grandmother of nine and Great-grandmother of two. I don’t believe I’ll go next year. I will just sit at home and remember this year with my cup of coffee and Grandfather-smiling to myself.

Life is a Leveler

This poem came out of a time when my life had been put on hold to help others and harsh words had hurt me deep within my spirit but Jesus had my back and helped me through this trying time.

Life is a leveler

And seeks it’s own

Then wants more

Emptying my soul of joy

When the stress gets to bad

I stumble in the darkness

Tripping over my own thoughts

What else do I have-

That is worth the fight?

Do I hang on to this?

Or let go of that?

Will it matter in the end?

What will I do-

When I finally break?

Will anyone care?

And put me together again?

Words maybe if soft and sweet

Could be just the thing

That is needed to fix my heart

Love seems to be the thin veil

Used to cover up the cause

I evidently did or said

Something that was wrong

When everything is finally done

And all the lights go out

Will joy come back out of the dark

And caress me in the night?

Hope Abound

Words of love are spoken

When acts of love do meet

Hearts are fulfilled-not broken

When words and acts do meet

Cheerful cries float on the air

Made by children dark and fair

Hope abound and tarry there

Keep them from all worldly care

Time does have a plan for everything

All laid out very carefully

But alas not a soul can see

What the results are meant to be

So, hope abound and tarry here

Make us part of the plan

To take us up to that holy sphere

Where God will walk with His created man.

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