Hope’s Flame

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Hearing hope-filled words

Again and again

 

Different story

Always same message

 

Better tomorrow’s

Waiting in the wings

 

Whatever issue

Life’s hollow words sting

 

Today’s hope searching

Empty souls stare out

 

Yesterday shattered

Future dreams snuffed out

 

Confidence shaken

Sunrise uncertain

 

Starving for action

Grieving voices weep

 

Life struggles onward

Energy waning

 

From smallest ember

Hope’s flame still glowing

 

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Oswald Chambers Quote

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One of the greatest strains in life is the strain of waiting for God.  Remain spiritually tenacious.

From Psalm 46:10:  “Be still, and know that I am God!  I am exalted among the nations; I am exalted in the earth.”

Journey’s Lessons (Haiku Series #180)

Secrets Revealed

Looking and searching

Sometimes life’s obvious waits—

Right in front of us

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Compassion Shown

Life’s interactions

Seeing goodness in people—

Help them to blossom

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Integrity Counts

Out of life’s darkness

Human character rising—

Overcoming all

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Charles Swindoll Quote

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God has a plan for us, mysterious though it may seem, and we want to be in the center of it.  All the risks notwithstanding, the center of God’s will is still the safest place on earth to be.

From Psalm 130:6:  “My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning.”

Alexander Maclaren Quote

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If God sends us on stony paths, He will provide us with strong shoes.

From Isaiah 40:31:  “But those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”

Waiting

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Waiting . . .

 

Another minute

Problems downsizing

Lasting peace rising

 

Morning coffee brewed

Caffeine powers up

With every cup

 

Morning traffic jam

Anxiety parking

Shortcut embarking

 

Waiting . . .

 

Autumn’s arrival

Dazzling colors sing

Annual fall fling

 

Grocery line backup

Accept life’s downtime

Conversation time

 

Baby coming soon

First-time mother shines

Love’s newest headline

 

Waiting . . .

 

Hearty breakfast served

Blueberry pancakes

Hunger takes its break

 

Plane’s late departure

Airport’s normal tune

Returning home soon

 

Career door opens

New community

Opportunity

 

Waiting . . .

 

Life’s worries mounting

One more sleepless night

Sunrise shares insight

 

Page finally turns

Cherished feelings roam

Love finding its home

Day’s special moment

New baby arrives

Joining life’s archives

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Monday Memories: Morning Waits

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Morning arrives, but not really too sure

Mysterious blanket stretches overnight

Thick, silent fog covers, dense and pure

It’s no wonder, not a single soul in sight

 

Tree tops arise above this soupy fog

Creek bottoms with clouds, so dense

While the sun waits, taking a long jog

Waiting on nature, makes huge sense

 

School delays pop up on the morning news

Students appreciate an extra hour of sleep

Busses wait, roads totally hidden from view

Headaches for parents, their day in a heap

 

Calmness and stillness thrive without wind

Street lights linger awhile, as if it is night

Damp, low clouds bring their mist to send

Out of focus, a hazy light ponders flight

 

Nearby airports close, everyone “socked in”

On the big lake, a lighthouse shines bright

Sky’s ceiling drops lower, gloominess within

Warning all of danger, fog covers the light

 

Small town’s main street, deserted to all

Pair of tiny car lights, puncture through

Darkness filling with gloom, as it crawls

Local police look out, very little to view

 

Deciding to wait awhile to do his chores

There is time for another cup of brew

A rancher returns for coffee and more

His wife’s cinnamon rolls, ready on cue

 

Morning waits, fog thicker than momma’s soup

Better the early birds, hang out in their coop

 

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Generations Wait

From Isaiah 3:8:  “For Jerusalem has stumbled and Judah has fallen, because their speech and their deeds are against the Lord, defying His glorious presence.”

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Searching for answers

World filled with darkness

Swirling anarchy

Life’s empty starkness

 

Finding false answers

Faith in God grows cold

Lost in wilderness

Sin captures foothold

 

Forsaking Father

Evil’s invitation

Follow sin’s idols

Life’s new fixation

 

Fearing discipline

Israel hiding

No place now to turn

God’s wrath deciding

 

Marching Israel

Away from its land

Generations wait

For Messiah’s hand

 

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From Isaiah 7:13-14:  “Then Isaiah said: “Hear then, O house of David!  Is it too little for you to weary mortals, that you weary my God also?  Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign.  Look, the young woman is with child and shall bear a son, and shall name Him Immanuel.'”

Morning Waits

cold dark eerie fear

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Morning arrives, but not really too sure

Mysterious blanket stretches overnight

Thick, silent fog covers, dense and pure

It’s no wonder, not a single soul in sight

 

Tree tops arise above this soupy fog

Creek bottoms with clouds, so dense

While the sun waits, taking a long jog

Waiting on nature, makes huge sense

 

School delays pop up on the morning news

Students appreciate an extra hour of sleep

Busses wait, roads totally hidden from view

Headaches for parents, their day in a heap

 

Calmness and stillness thrive without wind

Street lights linger awhile, as if it is night

Damp, low clouds bring their mist to send

Out of focus, a hazy light ponders flight

 

Nearby airports close, everyone “socked in”

On the big lake, a lighthouse shines bright

Sky’s ceiling drops lower, gloominess within

Warning all of danger, fog covers the light

 

Small town’s main street, deserted to all

Pair of tiny car lights, puncture through

Darkness filling with gloom, as it crawls

Local police look out, very little to view

 

Deciding to wait awhile to do his chores

There is time for another cup of brew

A rancher returns for coffee and more

His wife’s cinnamon rolls, ready on cue

 

Morning waits, fog thicker than momma’s soup

Better the early birds, hang out in their coop

tray of cinnamon

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