Redeemed

I have a heart that loves, but a heart that gets mad.

I have a soul that lives to serve, but I get tired at times.

I have a Savior that died on the cross for me, but yet my flesh fails me and I  sin.

I have a Father, a  God whom I pray to in the name of His Son , Jesus, but there are times when my heart has the words but my lips do not utter the words of praise and adornment. 

I have the Holy Spirit dwelling in my temple,  but sometimes I try to take charge of a temple that is not mine to govern.

My cup has Jesus, overflowing with all that I need.

Thank God! I am redeemed!

~k.d.huff~

Quiet Splendor

On my way home from church feeling the warmth of sunshine on my face I was reminded of life and death, rest and sleep and the comparison of God's beautiful creations: the heavens and earth and man.

In the midst of our cold winters and dreary days we see the GROUNDS loose their luster as they turn from green to brown, the trees shed their leaves and stand bare, the rose bush once aflame with red buds now stands broken and lifeless.

In the midst of our cold winters and dreary days we see our BODIES loose their moist sparkle now to take on an ashed appearance, our outdoor activities are now limited, and we tend to reach for things of comfort as we too, are somewhat like the rose bush, lifeless and broken.

This beautiful earth and man have similarities, but the source of both creations is God. HE designed all creation to slumber. To die the trees and vegetation awake to take on new shape, new form. Thus, man does too. He claims the "new body", "new life", as the soul never dies but continues into eternity.

I will lie down and sleep in peace.

Lord, you alone keep me safe.

Psalm 4:8

Colors Of The Spirit

Let our days speak of big, bold, beautiful bright hues……”Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.”

Our days can be bleak, a little challenging at times, but never so much that the beauty of this life we've been given is overshadowed by the fact that we can do all things. Nothing is impossible, if we believe. The accomplishment you make is yours, it's mine. Let's take ownership!

Our Dreams....

Dreams....they belong to us. As a child it was always my dream to simply marry and be a mother. As I grew and matured, my dream changed. Later on I wanted to become a nurse. I pursued my dream, but in mid-stream, again it changed. I entered the adult phase of my life completing my educational years and finally all my dreams came true. I married, became a mother and cared for all her little cuts and bruises...so, yes, I became a nurse. The greatest lesson through all this growing, learning and dreaming was I had to WANT THE DREAM.

    “Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
 ~Anais Nin~

Beauty

Outside the wind breaks through the trees, softly brushing my face as another beautiful and glorious day breathes life into a chilled winter day. I say, "It is good." Soon Spring will push her warmth into the air announcing her beauty as it once again arrives. 

                  Trees

I THINK that I shall never see  

A poem lovely as a tree.  

  

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest  

Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;  

  

A tree that looks at God all day,          

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear  

A nest of robins in her hair;  

  

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;  

Who intimately lives with rain.  

  

Poems are made by fools like me,  

But only God can make a tree.

     

 Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918