Weep not for roads untraveled....

"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." - E. B. White

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

She dreamt of aero space planes and fell in spells of neon futures...

"I happen to prefer champagne to ditchwater, but there is no reason to suppose that the cosmos does." - Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground...

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I am saved"
I'm whispering "I get lost!"
"That is why I chose this way."

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need someone to be my guide.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
my flaws are too visible
but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches
which is why I seek His name.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority.
I only know I'm loved.

- Carol Wimmer 

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

We only know this life, deep in the woodwork...

Once again I'll  carry another's burden when my own keep me at night. But I'll still come to you through the wind and the snow, it'll take all my might. I'm up for review every day though I know that I should be doing my homework. Words and phrases all aligned, but I'm fed up with quotation marks. Take my time, I'll give it up, but these personal endevours carry so much weight. You've lost your way and come to me, but I don't always know how to make it right.

You're not sure you can take much more, who knows what tomorrow has in store. So pour me another cup of coffee and spill your guts, I'll wait and watch till the sun comes up...

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

Light 'em up, up, up...

The Carpenter’s Cloth by Sigmund Brouwer (1997 Word Publishing)

            During Jesus’ time, there was one way a carpenter let the contractor know a job was finished. A signature, so to speak.

            Imagine a hot afternoon in Galilee. Jesus has completed the final pieces of a job has worked on for several days. The hair of his strong forearms is matted with sawdust and sweat. His face is shiny with heat. He takes a final and welcome drink of cool water from a leather bag.

            Then standing to the side of his work, he pours water over his face and chest, splashing it over his arms to clean himself before his journey home. With a nearby towel he pats his face and arms dry.

            Finally, Jesus folds the towel neatly in half and then folds it in half again. He sets in on the finished work and walks away. Later, whoever arrives to inspect the work will see the towel and understand its simple message. The work is finished.

            Christ’s disciples knew the tradition. Sunday of sorrow, three years after Jesus had set aside his carpenter’s tools, Peter will crouch to look into an empty tomb and see only the linens that the risen LORD has left behind.

            A smile will cross Peter’s face as his sorrow is replaced by hope, for he will see the wrap that covered Jesus’ face. It has been folded in half and half again.

           

            Peter understands the carpenter has left behind a simple message.

                        IT IS FINISHED!

 Submitted by Linda Amado

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."