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The Holy Spirit pours out like a gentle river, flowing through life’s wilderness.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated April 26)
If the pace and the push, the noise and the crowds are getting to you, it’s time to stop the nonsense and find a place of solace to refresh your spirit. The good news is God will hear and He will help.
From Psalm 42:1: “As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.”
Winter moves aside
Spring rains water faithful seeds—
Summer flowers bloom
Backyard garden plot
This farmer never retires—
Hands in richest earth
Hearing crack of bat
Season of baseball returns—
Stealing one more base
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We live in a big world. When we bring a sense of compassion and empathy into our relationships, the world seems just a bit smaller.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated April 25)
A leader sees greatness in other people. He nor she can be much of a leader if all she sees is herself.
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Maya Angelou (1928-2014) was an American author, poet, and civil rights activist. Her body of published work is found in autobiographies, essays, poems, and numerous credits in plays, movies, and television shows.
From Galatians 1:15-16: “But when God, who has set me apart before I was born and called me through His grace, was pleased to reveal His Son to me, so that I might proclaim Him among the Gentiles.”
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Life will sometimes serve us trials
God asking for some elbow room
Always leaving room for the Lord
Delivering light over our gloom
Never be surprised when God comes
At His choosing, His will descends
Always leaving room for the Lord
His Spirit pays real dividends
Looking out for God’s faithful love
Expecting Him to come close by
Always leaving room for the Lord
Never certain of how, when, why
Following God’s Holy commands
He stands at center of our selves
Always leaving room for the Lord
Transforming lives, from cluttered shelves
Just as Jesus stuns vengeful Saul
On a darkened Damascus road
Always leaving room for the Lord
Knowing our way, will just implode
Any given time, God breaks in
He blesses us with His surprise
Always leaving room for the Lord
Following His plan, always wise
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From Scottish evangelist and teacher, Oswald Chambers: “Always be in a state of expectancy, and see that you leave room for God to come in as He likes.”
Originally published March, 2020.
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God sometimes pauses. Do we, too, have the patience to wait?
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated April 24)
Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.
From John 11:25-26: “Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in Me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die. Do you believe this?”
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When any of us flounder, God has already launched another mission of grace.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated April 23)
Ever homeward
Waiting destination
Year after year
Leaving last train station
Traveling forward
Allowing no backward glance
Final ticket punched
Cashing in for final dance
Journey’s sunset
Saying “hello” once more
Second chances
Taking life’s encore
Garden filled with dreams
Sprouting memories of home
Season to season
Riding free, ready to roam
Yesterday’s clues
Arriving with each breeze
Earmarked answers
Lighting up home’s marquee
Infinite sunrise
Forsaking final “good-bye”
Irreplaceable
Greeting Montana’s Big Sky
This poem reflects upon many memories of my native state of Montana, which will always seem like home. Perhaps each reader will experience his or her own homeward journey of memories, just waiting to be revisited again.
Big Sky Buckeye 