Monday, November 28, 2011

Circle That!

A circle
reminds me of
 days when I go round and round
and accomplish little.

A circle
reminds me of
my family
and the love we share.

A circle
reminds me of
lines that are drawn
leaving some on the outside.

A circle
reminds me of
God's love -
never-ending, all-inclusive.

You can circle that in red.
He did.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Thanksgiving Roses

Praise the Lord; praise the Lord.

Let the earth hear His voice.

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord; let the people rejoice!

O come to the Father thro' Jesus the Son,

 And give Him the glory -


~ Words to hymn written by Fanny Crosby ~
~ Roses - blooming now in my yard ~

Saturday, November 19, 2011

November Reflections

Psalm 103:1-5
Praise the LORD, my soul;    
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the LORD, my soul,
   and forget not all his benefits—
3 who forgives all your sins
   and heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit
   and crowns you with love and compassion,
5 who satisfies your desires with good things
   so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. 

As Thanksgiving approaches, these verses have come to mind several times.  I am so, so grateful for all his benefits: forgiveness, healing, redemption, love, compassion, good things . . . . . but . . . I'm not so sure I get the part about my youth being renewed like an eagle's!

And then He reminds me of so many occasions during the past two weeks when I knew those words to be true!  You see, I have been able to spend time with each of our four grandchildren, and if you're a grandparent, you know exactly what I mean!  There's just something about being with children and teens that brings out the kid in me - and you, too, I'm sure.  Inhibitions are lost -- to a safe and somewhat-sane degree -- and it's so easy to laugh, be silly, sing, play crazy games, dance, dream . . . . . And then my not-so-young body reminds me that I can't keep up with the grands for very long.  But for those priceless moments my youth is renewed like an eagles. . . and memories are made that last a lifetime, even as birthdays just keep rolling by.

And I am thankful.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Resting Place

If I forget, yet God remembers.
If these hands of mine cease from their clinging,
yet the hands divine hold me so firmly
I cannot fall.
And if sometimes I am too tired to call for Him to help me,

then He reads the prayer unspoken in my heart
and lifts my care.

~Robert Browning~