Thursday, September 25, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the master so gently said, “Child, you must wait!"
"Wait?” you say, "Wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!"
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming your word.
"My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a "yes", a go ahead sign
Or even a "no", to which I can resign.
"And Lord, you promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"
He seemed then to kneel and his eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heaves, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want...
You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of my spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and save...for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of my heart.
The glow of my comfort late into the night.
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee"
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would
come true, but oh, the LOSS!
If I lost what I'm doing in you!
"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
THAT THE GREATEST OF GIFTS
IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.
And though oft may my answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT."
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
There are some days that people use as milestones in history and their lives. The question, “Where were you when you found out JFK was shot,” or “What were you doing when you found out Martin Luther King had been killed,” immediately come to mind.
Today is a day when we ask ourselves, “What were you doing on Sept. 11?” No one has to ask what year or what event is being referred to. We know. Our lives as a country changed that fateful day. Never before had an act of terrorism of such magnitude hit our shores. Never before had we, as a nation, had to consider terrorist threats in our lives as we travel and work.
In many ways, Sept. 11 has changed our lives, but in other ways we have healed and we don’t think every moment of every day about the tragedy of the attacks.
But today, as we go about our lives, take a moment to remember and honor those who lost their lives, those who fight for our freedom every day and the families directly affected by another date that will live in infamy — Sept. 11.
I will always remember this day. I remember holding my baby in my arms and asking myself what did I do? Why did I bring a innocent child into this crazy world? My heart ached for weeks thinking of all of those that were taken that day, just as it aches now thinking of that day. I remember the people walking around New York with the signs looking for there loved ones. I remember thinking of all of the people, especially the children that lost a parent that day. I am so thankful for the all of the men and women that fight for me and my freedom each and every day. I will never forget 9-11 and how my life changed that day. I pray for all of us that we will never forget.
God Bless America!