The one and only true love.

He is the knight in shining armor
He is the one and only, her true love
He is forever standing close beside her
The light, the way, the bridegroom from above.

She is abiding in eternal beauty
Her dress a soft, snow-white caress
She is the light in the surrounding darkness
The everlasting truth, the holy one
There are no blemishes, no patches
On her bridal gown of purity and faith
She is the one, the only bride of Jesus
The one who keeps herself away from sin.

This is the time for us to get together
This is the day for us to say “no” to sin
This is the chance for you to come to Jesus
This is the call, don’t let it go to waste.
He is the One and only who will listen
The only one who will truly understand
The only one who truly will forgive you
The one who will love you and carry you home to rest.

November blues...

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

-ROBERT FROST

What does your book say about you?

Sometimes we fill our hours with empty things. I do a lot of that. The things that don’t really fill me up, the things that don’t let me grow, just empty calories, like junk food. The time is ticking, an hour gone, a day has passed, what do I have to show for it? What will be written in the book of Life, when I die? If every hour is an empty breath, and every day is a lost dream, what will I show to HIM, the Owner of me, when I come before Him? Empty promises? Unsolved problems? Unfulfilled dreams? Buried treasure of my soul?


Every time we do a good, kind deed, its like a flower in bloom, the fragrance of it will reach the heavens, and it will bear fruit. Also, every time instead of replying to someone in a mean, sharp way we choose to use a kind, loving way we are doing a beautiful, kind thing. Your book of life will not be empty. So lets be more kind to each other, more loving to our husbands, more forgiving to strangers, and teaching our children to be nice, and kind, and helpful, then our day will not go in vain. Then it means that this day has left a mark, maybe on someone’s soul, but mostly in your book of life.

Lets be like this tree.... blooming, the smell of spring in the air.

To Do List From God

I ran my life in search of worldly things;

My time and will were firmly in control.

I thought I had no need for what God brings;

I gave no heed to murmurs from my soul.

“You’re planning, doing all the time,” it said,

“But something else is missing deep inside.

Your mind is whirling, but your heart is dead,

So turn to God and let go of your pride.”

I did, and God said, “Here’s My plan for you:

Give your life to Me, and just let go.

Have faith and pray, and read the Bible through,

And you’ll have blessings more than you can know.”

So simple, yet it brings me perfect peace,

Living life for God the way I should.

Direction, purpose, fullness and release—

Life with God is very, very good.

By Joanna Fuchs

An experiment....:)

Take a look at this and tell me what you see....:)

Anything unusual? Unique?

Yes, this is wild untamed grass. My experiment was in putting my camera on the ground and taking pictures from down below, I believe for a first experiment it turned out kind of interesting....;) Especially that I had no idea how the picture would turn out until later.

What though the radiance

Which was once so bright

Be now for ever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass,

of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering;

In the faith that looks through death,

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

William Wordsworth

A poem I like.

I Cannot Do This Alone




O God, early in the morning I cry to you.

Help me to pray

And to concentrate my thoughts on you:

I cannot do this alone.



In me there is darkness,

But with you there is light;

I am lonely, but you do not leave me;

I am feeble in heart, but with you there is help;

I am restless, but with you there is peace.

In me there is bitterness, but with you there is patience;

I do not understand your ways,

But you know the way for me…



Restore me to liberty,

And enable me to live now

That I may answer before you and before me.

Lord, whatever this day may bring,

Your name be praised.

{Devotions for Lent, by Dietrich Bonhoeffer}

Some poems just touch the cord in my heart.

I lie in wait.

I lie in wait under the heavy, feather blankets

My dreams are few, but sweet and deep they are

I wait for light, for warm sun filled breezes

I wait for seeds of love, of hope and dreams

I listen to the songs of birds outside my windows

I long to stretch and melt the wintry ice

To show the silver strand of jewels glistening

To dress the peaks with lacey flower show

With glimpses of the silky green beneath



But now I wait, and lie beneath the heavy feather blankets

And dream my visions of the sweet warm summer breeze

Of silky green and flower lace

Of silver jewel kisses

And golden, brilliant light caress.
 
(Mother earth - waiting for spring)

Remember...

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day

Smell the roses...

The faith of a child
The bud on a rose
The dew drop of water
The light from a star
It all points to heaven
To God who creates all!

The tears on a sinners face
The cry of the lonely heart
The voice of the soul forgiven
The whisper of a broken spirit
It all points to heaven
To a God who can heal all.

The road through the hardships
The path through the pain
The illness and sadness
The blackness filled days
It all points to heaven
To a God who is light.

The questions not answered
The dreams not fulfilled
The wishes forgotten
And promises lost
It all points to heaven
To a God who is Just!

The sunshine, the clouds
The rain in the storm
The pathway through heartache
His hand holding yours
It all points to heaven
To a God who is with us!