Advent is a season of hope which takes my faith to new heights each year as I celebrate Christ’s birth and anticipate His second coming. Life is filled with ups and downs, but hope brings a beautiful place of balance. I wrote this poem years ago, but it still resonates with my heart. I look…Read more »
A book is not beloved If it’s sitting on a shelf Collecting dust and waiting There with others by itself. What makes a book beloved Is the time I spend with it. The same is true for people When I take the time to sit. Love is to be tended Like a garden…Read more »
Home is where my heart is free. A place where I can just be me. It’s never very far away. I can visit every day. When I’m feeling all alone, My heart will find its own way home. Longing for those sweet connections There’s no need to get directions. There I find my…Read more »
Happily ever after used to be my battle cry. I was sure I would see Jesus in that sweet by and by. I couldn’t seem to find my dreams no matter how I tried, So I began to drown inside the ocean I had cried. Jesus never seemed to tire as He caught each…Read more »
The truth be told, A heart on hold Is not what God desires. He knows that love Like that above Is all my heart requires. My will persists. My soul insists. So what I want transpires. I get my way! I have my say! His voice gently retires. I find myself…Read more »
“A mess of pottage” refers to something that may be very desirable in the moment, but is of little value when taken in exchange for something less tangible but of immense value. It refers to Esau trading his birthright for a pot of lentil stew in Genesis 25:27-35. When the boys grew up, Esau became…Read more »
Fear Anchored in my past. Analyzing my present. Agonizing over my future. Love Accepting my past. At peace in my present. Anticipating my future.