Saturday, November 20, 2010


What do we do with our time? 24 hours in a day and we never have enough time. We always say, "But I need more time"....that's it, just the 24 is all we get! So how is it some people get so much done and have time to spare and others are begging for more? Much like our life's....if we are never happy with the time we do have, then what would we do with more of the same? Being good stewards of our time is living our life’s to the fullest. One question, within that 24 hours… much time do you share with God?

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Old bear of mine..................................

She picks up that old stuffed bear and holds it in her arms, much like a child that has long passed in time.
Though he is ratty and torn, dry and faded, her memories of him make her feel young. Those once small stitches that held each piece together now are showing their weight and the stress of time. Must like the old woman that clutches him in her arms, for it had been too long. The paint on his nose has long peeled away and his cyclops face still holds a half-bitten ear. However, to her, he is that warm fuzzy. A part of her childhood, that had not faded away. She still takes a needle she cannot see and threads it with love, sewing the stuffing back in where the skin no longer covers, much like life always in need of repair. He never cries or wines never says that it hurts, he just stays still in her shaking old hands as she mend him together for another hug to come. While she holds him, she thinks how long it has been since they have said hello. She touches him, running her fingers across his thinned out fur, she knows he is older and weaker much like her. She sits down on the side of the bed holding him in her arms and remembers the years he sat there alone, waiting her return. For it was he who shared her long slumbering nights. The teenage years of secrets and tears, he heard every word. When she became a bride, the bear took his place in history like a shelved book. The babies came and went…the bear was much too old and dusty to be with them. No one noticed his arm torn from the weight of itself. After the grandchildren, the women had time, so she would get the bear down and fix his torn arm then thank him for all the memories they had shared together. He is special now even more than before, that same little child that lived in the heart of the old woman has loved him for almost sixty years. She stands up and places him on her side of the bed. The bear now rest his head on her pillow, proud as before, she walks away with a smile and turns off the light. But for a moment, she wondered who would take watch when she is no longer here. Then it came to her, by then we will be antiques she thought, I will pass on and you will stay. You will be worth more to my loved ones because I loved you and you will take your place in history once more. If only you could talk she thought, the stories you could tell old bear of mine. So the old bear came down from the book shelve and sits in the sunroom on a stuffed chair. There the old woman can see him as she walk by and remembers that he has always been in her life for as long as she could remember. He has a quite loved place in her home and in her heart; she will pick him up from time to time and smell his age, touch his fur and carefully replace him in his seat of honor. Oh bear of mine, now you are too old to play with the grandchildren and you are too frail to be raked across the room as so many years before. But sometimes when no one is looking the old woman will pick up the bear and hold hi, very tight while she walks to her room. She will lay on her bed for a small nap and hold her teddy bear with the heart of a child.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Listen to my heart songs Lord as I praise you. Be with me in my quite place where I share with You my thoughts and dreams, my hopes and wishes.

Take my soul and purify it, guard my heart oh Lord, prepare me for You’re the table You have set before me. Take pleasure my King for I am here to serve you. Let me wash Your feet and dry them with my hair. Let me sit at Your feet and listen to Your words as they are more valuable then gold, more precious then sliver. Your words speak and mountains move, your breath can heal and Your touch calms the sea.

There is great power in Your words. Teach me Lord How to pray within my prayers. May my words be deep as the deepest well, never shallow from out lack of faith. The well of Your living waters and it is there where I will refill my cup. As a man tends the soil to bring forth life from a planted seed, so will I toil, from the sweat of my brow. I shall forever bring forth praise, though I sweat in the garden to feed my family. It was in a garden where You sweat blood to bring forth my life. I wonder why You named the stars before they took their shape. I wonder what path You shall place me on. Shall I pick up endless rocks as I do in my garden? Shall I plant seeds which bring in a harvest of souls to Your table? Where will You use me Lord? I have waited my whole life for chance to do something that will change everything.

Monday, August 23, 2010

What is it like inside of a prayer?

I did open my eyes but I can see more then what" these eyes" showed me. I opened my heart and it became full. I have ears yet I heard more then what they had to tell me. My lips were quite but inside where the soul sleeps no words are needed. PRAYER.

Monday, August 16, 2010

God wants us to come to HIM with a child like heart

Even little children doesn't take long for them to see something and want it then take it as we do. God sees us as we see this little child....oh the love HE must feel for us for we are HIS little children. We are as children taking candy when we think no one is looking...but God sees everything.....this baby doesn't know, I know what he did...and I let him take the candy under a watchful eye. GOD let's us take the candy under HIS watchful eye.....GOD reads the hearts of man not the body. We read the body language and not the heart.
Mattthew 19:14
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these".