This is definitely in my top ten Bible verses. It sums up the simple fact that God created us with a purpose. Each and every one of us. ‘We are God’s handiwork -some saymasterpieceor evenpoem, because in Greek the word ispoiema,from which we got the words poem, and poetic – S...
It’s about my soul being still in the presence of God. In conclusion, a poem: In a world that values harsh realities, monstrous evils, Our culture has so distorted truth that we no longer comprehend Rest, work, ethics, No longer value Hope, dignity, life, A job well-done. With ...
16. Let's be thankful for the good things we have and for the bad things we don't have! 17. Salvation is a state of being thankful for receiving the forgiveness we did not deserve and for not receiving the judgement we did deserve! 18. What tomorrow will be depends on choices you ...
If you missed last month’s poem, you can find it here. Our Bridge Builder A baby wrapped in swaddling clothes Lying in a manger… To some He is the Son of God To others He’s a stranger. It’s sad to think that all don’t know His true identity… That He is both true God ...
But instead of the factory workers against the owners, in the town of Monkshaven sailors have to worry about being “pressed” (kidnapped) into naval service by press-gangs, which had legal auspices. Although the press-gang incidents in the novel shape the plot, Gaskell doesn’t attempt ...
Since I’ve been reading you for about two years now, I feel more open to listening and learning. Your daily words are beautiful and they speak to me each and every day. I’m so thankful for you being in my life in this way. Reading Sue’s early morning messages feeds my soul. ...
which has now been corrected. Also the situation with covid took me away from the blog for a season. There are still some pages that are not working but that is being taken care of hopefully. Thank you for your comments and your poem/song. It is a creative expression of this message!
As it was for Habakkuk, burdened with a prophetic vision (or a compelling image for a poem), our insights and language may burden us with something not to be gainsaid. Not everyone in Scripture was called to be a prophet, not even the righteous. Not every human being will see reality ...
still need love and care, still need a home. So maybe we can celebrate the day after Christmas by keeping the spirit of hope alive, we might make that our business. –Karen Molenaar Terrell, fromA Poem Lives on My Windowsill Christmas Wrapping...
These are a couple of stanzas from Chesterton’s poem “The House of Christmas”: A Child in a foul stable, Where the beasts feed and foam; Only where He was homeless Are you and I at home; We have hands that fashion and heads that know ...