Tuesday, January 24, 2012
A mother's prayer yields great power.
I had a long phone conversation with my son last night. He has a phone interview with the University of Arkansas today. This was his last choice of the ten schools he has applied to and the first to respond. And he left here a few weeks ago and has been very homesick ever since. I think that God is telling him it's ok to come home. I hope he listens. A mother's prayer yields great power.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
kindness....
I would that all people might make the conscious choice to be kind.
Ephesians 4:32
And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.
1 Peter 3:8-9
8 Finally, all of you be of one mind, having compassion for one another; love as brothers, be tenderhearted, be courteous;[a] 9 not returning evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary blessing, knowing that you were called to this, that you may inherit a blessing.
Ephesians 4:32
And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.
1 Peter 3:8-9
8 Finally, all of you be of one mind, having compassion for one another; love as brothers, be tenderhearted, be courteous;[a] 9 not returning evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary blessing, knowing that you were called to this, that you may inherit a blessing.
outside of the lines
Lines are drawn around my heart
I dwell within the maze
Some are bold and some are bent,
A few are dim beneath the haze.
The deepest line holds close my faith,
And is the line I will not cross.
The finer lines are questionable.
Would a reach beyond be worth the cost?
One retains my self-respect.
Another holds back tears.
A lesson learned, a truth revealed,
Etched upon my heart throughout the years.
In humility I drew the line
That closes off my heart.
This line of fear I hope one day
Another’s heart will set apart.
February 9, 2001
I dwell within the maze
Some are bold and some are bent,
A few are dim beneath the haze.
The deepest line holds close my faith,
And is the line I will not cross.
The finer lines are questionable.
Would a reach beyond be worth the cost?
One retains my self-respect.
Another holds back tears.
A lesson learned, a truth revealed,
Etched upon my heart throughout the years.
In humility I drew the line
That closes off my heart.
This line of fear I hope one day
Another’s heart will set apart.
February 9, 2001
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