Because if I could overcome and outlast and claw my way out I knew I could still make it and still have a shot and still win this war. Because, if I could run far enough and fast enough and keep my feet on that path I might just have a chance at a better life.
When my husband lost the tractor key last week, I became a little angry with him, because it is the 2nd time he has done this. Last night, while saying my prayers, I decided to throw in a little request. I asked to have a dream that would lead me to the key. I thought it was a little silly, but I asked anyway...
I’m left with just a ghost of borrowed time- No hair of gold or smile as white as noon. My mirror loves each wrinkle, every line; A creature stands before it pale as moon.
There I saw my mother, perched at the table, on which was a small tower of bread, lettuce, tomato, cheese and rolled ham on a saucer. She wore a stained white blouse and an uneasy smile and the old tin can from the china cabinet, still grasped in her left hand, was in her lap. Our older siblings were not home, so it fell to me, untried and exiguous, to save the day.
The rain wasn’t far off, however, and it was obvious we’d be getting wet at some point. Sure enough, halfway through, the rain began. To avoid being drenched again this week, (I’d been caught in the rain twice while working) I picked an opening in the old growth woods and drove Monte straight into it. As long as I didn't have to get down, I thought I'd be ok.
When I was about six, my father brought home some beautiful, tiny, fluffy, white rabbits with blue eyes. Seeing I was immediately smitten, he put me in charge of their care, and I thought if I raised them well, I could make my father proud. He walked away without looking back, offering no instruction, no words of advice, and closed the door behind him.
My dear friend, there is boundless love in Christ. There is unmatched and unending forgiveness. He wants us for His own, and there is no place we can go that God is not willing to send His holy angels to rescue and save us.
There is no doubt that the scent was divinely amplified and acted as a blessing of remembrance to my soul. Suddenly I realize why food is such an important part of showing gratitude.
There he lay, cold and still, Final, you say- Ashes and dust reclaim their own. There he lay, still and cold. Warm him, I say, with satin and down, he is pale with chill- Cover Read more…
The sun rose, and you arrived into the world. I don’t know which happened first, For you were my sun. The birds sang, and you sang along with them. I don’t know which was lovelier, Read more…
Wrapped in my expressions of love and prayers for those that had wronged me, inside the words I spoke and didn’t speak, existed the strength I needed to rise and continue my faithful yet unprofitable work for Him. From the realm of Omnipotence and Glories, peace and strength was granted to begin another day.
Do the afflicted have Thee? Do they hold Thy gentle stare? Do seers seek Thee in the grove? O Lord, could I find Thee there?
But just when it seems it will swallow the whole Of the beach and the dune and the island and shoal, the wild, hungry wave’s on its journey back down to the ocean it came from, with treasures to drown...
On the road there was a man- he traveled south and traveled east- who longed to find the Promised Land, A place of long and lasting peace...
We will all have quicksand at some point on our paths through life, but it’s how we respond to the mire that makes us who we are.
We can’t do anything about our losses to death. But we can do something about our fellow beings in need of some of the love that had been meant for someone else.
