Thursday, May 21, 2015

Sunday, May 10, 2015

My prayer

God, can I beg enough for you to have mercy on me?

Grace for Mothers

When I first read this poem, I didn't look past the window. I had happened upon it and had my editing eyes on.  I didn't see the great meaning. Thankfully the situation didn't allow me to point out errors and the paper was whisked away. Later I was told is caused tears to roll down mother's faces. My anxious son presented it to me as a Mother's Day gift. Because of my first view of the poem, I understood it much more deeply.
Now I find every part of it beautiful. The misspellings, handwriting, cut of paper, every detail illustrates the deep meaning of the poem, grace. Instead of thinking that he is writing of my grace, I see how he has grace for me. 

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Sheep

Don't automatically do what others are doing around you: question and be purposeful!

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Mirror

Will I allow myself to be me?

Appointed Time

During trials where patience is needed but not known, it feels like a tornado, earthquake, and ice storm taking turns beating you up.  The loneliness and unknown rock your faith. However the deepness of your faith holds you tight as a sturdy rope holds a boat to the dock during a volient thunderstorm.

When the appointed time comes, when the process of events happen, when the clouds and rain and lightening pass by, the boat is still attached to the dock, the sun comes out, the water filling the boat evaporates. But during that storm, during that trial there was no end to be seen, no possibilities.

I may pray with all my heart and soul and I may have the faith to move mountains but sometimes I must just wait for the appointed time for God to do his will.

In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps. (Proverbs 16:9 NIV)