Tireless hands working
Never, ever complaining—
Around every clock
Well worth morning’s wait
Brewing up coffee’s first cup—
Joy fills every sip
Racing’s Triple Crown
Post time at Merry-Go-Round—
And they’re off. . . again!
From James 1:2-4: “My brothers and sisters, whenever you face various trials, consider it all joy, because you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance complete its work, so that you may be complete and whole, lacking in nothing.”
Single stone slows march of time
Needing release from ocean’s waves
Reaching beneath, faith clearly climbs
Mercy of Christ always saves
Patience fills time, every hour
Following brightest light of Christ
Ringing from Heaven’s bell tower
Grace flows from blood sacrificed
Nature’s lasting, treasured gifts
Offering wellspring of Christ’s peace
Awakening from sinful drift
Hope renews from Spirit’s lease
Empty heart fills with Christ’s love
Overflowing confidence shines
Bestowing His Word from above
Trust in following each sign
From Galatians 5:22-24: “By contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against such things. And those who belong to Christ have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”
Somewhere stands a vacant, empty building . . .
Sometimes wondering
Seeking out hidden voices
Still trying to hear
Holding out, few choices
Listening closely
Imagination unlocks
Now discovering
Shifting life’s gearbox
Another room calls
Peeling paint covers each thought
Wisdom speaking out
Taking another shot
Draining time’s hourglass
Final hours, dreadful waiting
Still so much to share
Speaking words, dictating
Eager wrecking ball
Setting to flatten each room
Confident voices
Transferring to courtroom
Transforming night’s darkness
Morning’s mystery calls
Covering land with mist
Sunrise waiting, now stalls
Spirit’s sentinels stand
Towering, leafless trees
Daybreak’s silent twilight
Catching whisper of breeze
Sharing message of peace
Stillness joining crisp air
Breathing with day’s fresh hope
Spring waits as winter’s heir
Time forgets to advance
Hitting snooze, stardust reigns
Nature’s one vacation
Filling cold-blooded veins
Freezing rain descending
Sleep’s final ticket home
Chilling another day
Winter ready to roam
Hidden in forest’s midst
Ancient homestead’s landscape
Under winter blanket
Wakening, day takes shape
One more snowy morning
Old barn wrapped up in white
Barely able to stand
Making for quite a sight
Corral broken, rails split
Livestock forever gone
Snow-painted grass smiles back
Waiting for spring’s new fawn
But wait, life still stirring
Chimney’s smoke drifting high
Rustic cabin’s fireplace
Warming urge to drop by
All welcome, step inside
Plenty of room to share
Coffee’s hot, feel at home
Sitting on kitchen’s chairs
Hilltop looking back down
So many years ago
Memories slowly fade
Covering up in snow
Quiet fog whispers
Hanging above trees
Clouds resting on pines
Mist wanting to freeze
Landscape’s gentle peace
Transcending spirit
Now wanting to rest
Stillness, now hear it
Time ready to pause
Watching scene outside
Afternoon nap calls
Sleepy thoughts collide
Awake, look outdoors
Falling in rhythm
Fresh flakes floating down
Snow’s algorithm
White transformation
Mesmerizing view
Nature’s snowy blanket
Winter’s evening cue
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.
Leo (Count Lev Nikolayevich) Tolstoy (1828-1910) was a Russian writer. Many consider him to be one the world’s greatest authors of all-time.
We can’t buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.
No friendship is an accident.
O. Henry, the pen name of William Henry Porter (1862-1910), was an American writer who mastered the art of crafting short stories.
If we expect God to work according to our timetable, we’re likely to face disappointment. Ours is a long-term walk of faith.
From Hebrews 11:1-3: “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Indeed, by faith our ancestors received approval. By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was made from things that are not visible.”
God doesn’t tell time as we do. He does remarkable things, regardless of our time of day. He will leave our particular Red Sea absolutely closed, without an opening, without a sign, until He has finished teaching us the lessons we need to learn.
From 1 Chronicles 16:27: “Honor and majesty are before Him; strength and joy are in His place.”
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