ENJOY EACH BLESSING FULLY
It seems to me that rarelyDo they come along on time.We want to get one blessingSo another can align.It seems that life is oftenJust a waiting game, you see.We wait for this to happen,Then we feel that we can be.But rarely does it happenThat our blessings fall in line,With what we want to happenIn our fairly finite minds.For God is of the infinite,The infinite is Him.And though we may think otherwise,His plans are not a whim.His plans are not haphazardlyPatched up to make our lives.The blessings, when they happen,Are on time and God-devised.Don't try to rearrange them,Choosing pleasure in just some.Enjoy each separate blessingTo the fullest, as they come.
Sunday, August 13, 2023
Enjoy Each Blessing Fully Poem
Thursday, October 21, 2021
Christian Poem By Helen Mallicoat
A
friend shared this poem with me to help me through difficult times in
my life. It is so beautiful and touching that I read it often. It
soothes my soul and spirit. It's as if God is telling me, Don't look backwards. Don't look forwards. Live in today. Be at peace. I am always here, today.
I AM
I was regretting the past
And fearing the future.
Suddenly my Lord was speaking:
“My name is I Am.” He paused.
I waited. He continued,
When you live in the past
With its mistakes and regrets,
It is hard. I am not there,
My name is not I WAS”.
When you live in the future
With its problems and fears,
It is hard. I am not there.
My name is not I WILL BE.
When you live in this moment,
It is not hard. I am here.
My name is I AM.
May you be comforted by Helen's words that God is always present with you.
Helen Mallicoat was born to Dora and Walter White on Sept. 4, 1913 in a log cabin on a farm near Arenzville, Ill. She passed away at 91 years old on Tuesday, Dec. 14. Helen was an avid writer and many of her writings have been compiled into books. Hallmark published Listen for the Lord in 1980. The most widely read of all her writings is the poem I Am, which was published in 1982 on a poster by Argus Communications. Almost weekly she heard of it being meaningful to someone.
Sunday, October 3, 2021
Poetry About Our Father From David C Brown
I am sharing 3 poems by David C Brown about Our Heavenly Father. The poetry of this long-term Christian writer has such a calming, restful quality. It's as though he's encouraging us to live quietly and peacefully in our relationship with God. I never fail to feel restored and quietened when I read his verse.
THE FATHER OF SPIRITS
If we will live, we must be subject to
The Father as the One who has the Name
Father of spirits; He will bear us through
His chastening. We gladly own His claim
Upon us since it from Him we came;
He rules our spirits in a way to suit
Our needs, and to secure from us His fruit.
(Hebrews 12: 9)
What a beautiful and insightful way to describe God's purging of the branches. The last line, "He rules our spirits in a way to suit Our needs, and to secure from us His fruit," gives me chills because of its depth of meaning.
This is because I think about how we suffer through God's purging and we judge it as being for his unknown purposes. David's light on this Godly process advocates that we can only realize the fulfillment of our own dreams, needs and personal prayers through it. Even the securing of his fruit from us (and what a great twist of words David wrote in that phrase) blesses us because we are the better for God's clipping and pruning process.
Here are 2 more poems that David has written about the glory and loving kindnesses of The Father.
THE FATHER OF LIGHTS
When first the light broke through the primal darkness
It gave this earth hope it would live anew,
Although exposing chaos in its starkness.
Then great and small lights graced the settings due
To them, while looking to the Light that's true;
Father of lights, since then each light that's burning
Comes from One with no shadow and no turning.
(James 1: 17)
THE FATHER OF COMPASSIONS
Satan, the flesh, and sin, in their own fashions
Have clashed against me to disturb my soul;
But I turn to the Father of compassions,
The God of all encouragements, and roll
My burden on the One who will console;
In spite of ills my foes seek to impart
The Father of compassions binds my heart.
(2 Cor 1: 3)
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David works in the environment industry and lives in Scotland. His interests are Jesus Christ, Christianity, the Bible, poetry, the environment and sustainable development. Some of his favorite books are the Bible, The Sufferings of Christ and George Herbert.
His poetry blog is Grace Notes.
You can find his books at Lulu.
Sunday, August 22, 2021
Poetry: Light In Madness
Oh dear Lord.
You are a comfort in a world gone mad.
How can I exist here and not
Be touched by such distressing stuff?
Though it grapples and clutches at me
To drag me down to depths of
Depression and despair of hope,
I climb back up.
I eat and drink your Word daily
In a world gone mad.
© SJHolland
Your word is a lamp unto me feet and a light unto my path. Psalm 119:105
Sunday, May 30, 2021
Poetry: God And Son As One
How hard it must have been
For you to know, Lord,
That you are the Light of the World,
And to walk among hatred and blindness.
How hard it must have been
For you to live under
Being harassed and hated,
And to walk among
That determination to murder.
But you were determined
To enforce God's will.
Your Father, who gave you up
To a vicious world of dark haters,
Lived the horrific sacrifice through
And with you.
~ Sandi Holland ~
Sunday, May 2, 2021
Choose Joy
I choose to laugh in the midst of trouble.
In the midst of sorrow, I choose joy.
All things will always work together to
strengthen me and bless my life.
My Heavenly Father has promised it.
I can trust in what He says.
He is the One True God!
© SJHolland
Romans 8:28
Sunday, April 25, 2021
Due Time: Christian Poetry
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Just like this man who has gotten this kite to fly, we can also get it right with God's help. |
©Leo
Leo is a poet who has shared some of his poems at WritersCafe.org. He says that this poem is about things and time. He lives in Florida, and says about himself, "I am one that just loves to write."
Thursday, June 21, 2018
Christian Poetry About God As A Deliverer
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The Dear Deliverer Poem About God As Helper |
The Dear Deliverer
Oh God, did you set up my deliverance
Decades ago?
Oh Father, did you set the stars to turn
In my favor?
You always come through,
No matter what the challenge
Or fear.
You help and deliver,
Free and clear.
To my heart and my soul,
You are dear.
©2018 SJHolland
Thursday, May 10, 2018
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
POETRY: A Great Day Of Faith
It started with God, and coffee, and me.
Oh, what a day it was slated to be.
So full of faith, abounding with hope.
No reason to wonder, worry or mope.
Fear was the first to be tackled down.
No more fear would be coming 'round.
Worry was next, a quick exit to make.
Hopelessness exited in its wake.
Waiting to fill up my spirit with love,
All for the sake of sweet Jesus above,
God's Holy Spirit gave comfort to me.
Oh, what a day it was slated to be!
~ SJ Holland ~
Image: Pixabay.com Free Images
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Enjoy Each Blessing Fully
Have you ever thought to yourself that if a certain blessing had just come back at the time when you really needed it, it would have been better? Do you sometimes choose to put the use of a blessing on hold until what you feel would be a better time to enjoy it? Ever tried to wait and collect the blessings that you feel go together, before you take pleasure in and use them?
Well, lately I've thought like that, and even often before lately. It seems that many things in my life did not happen when I wanted them to. When I feel that I really wanted and needed some things, the acquiring of them alluded me. They say that God may not come when you want him to, but he's always right on time. I have to say that my years of experience with him has proven that, despite what I may feel at times of sadness and distress.
Though I can't say that I've gotten all that I've wanted, yet, or that all has happened when I most needed it to, God has greatly blessed me in many ways. Those blessings came exactly when they should have, because God makes no mistakes and his plans are always perfect. This is what the Word, the Holy Bible, tells us, and this is what I choose to believe.
So I was standing at the coffeepot, thinking about something or another that I was considering putting on hold, or feeling that I had to wait for something else before I could enjoy it. Then I thought "No! God's blessings don't come to be saved. They don't appear to be stored up. They don't happen to be banked. They happen to be utilized and enjoyed as they manifest." God is not in the storage business. He's in the immediate-use business, the acquire-it-as-you-need-it business, the demand-and-supply business. My new poem then sprang to mind. Allow it to inspire you to live fully each day, draining out each blessing as God sends them your way.
It seems to me that rarely
Do they come along on time.
We want to get one blessing
So another can align.
It seems that life is often
Just a waiting game you see.
We wait for this to happen,
Then we feel that we can be.
But rarely does it happen
That our blessings fall in line,
With what we want to happen
In our fairly finite minds.
For God is of the infinite,
The infinite is Him.
And though we may think otherwise
His plans are not a whim.
His plans are not haphazardly
Patched up to make our lives.
The blessings when they happen
Are on time and God-devised.
Don't try to re-arrange them,
Choosing pleasure in just some.
Enjoy each separate blessing
To the fullest, as they come.
~ SJ Holland ~
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Poetry: The Weaver
My life is but a weaving,
between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow,
and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver,
In the pattern He has planned.
by Grant Colfax Tullar
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From Faith, Prayer & Tract League
Grand Rapids, MI
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Sunday, October 26, 2014
Poetry: Reasons And Seasons
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Gina Laurin
©38173-D Come Follow Me, New Hope Books, A Salesian Missions Publication
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Saturday, November 16, 2013
Poetry: God Be With You
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Image Credit: bambe1964
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Poetry: High Flight & Touching The Face Of God
and A Mantra For Pilots All Over The World
I don't know anyone of a certain age, who watched any PBS TV at all, who doesn't remember this stirring video clip. It was aired as the sign-off of many PBS stations across the US, during the 60-70s. Of course, it gives me chills as it begins, as the music crescendo rises then levels off, and the narrator's deep voice speaks the first few riveting words, Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of earth...
The poignant thing for me is not only that the pilot thought so much of God's creation that he considered himself to have touched God's face; but because of what I learned about the author of this highly-emotional poem. He was a young Royal Canadian Airforce pilot, of American and British heritage; whose parents were missionaries. After he was assigned to No. 412 (Fighter) Squadron, RCAF, which was formed at RAF Digby, England, he died in a mid-air collision (Wikipedia). How fortunate that he enclosed such a beautiful poem in a letter to his parents. It has always filled me with exhilarating hopefulness, and continues to bless the world.
Magee is buried at Holy Cross Cemetery, Scopwick in Lincolnshire, England. On his grave are inscribed the first and last lines from his poem High Flight:
Put out my hand and touched the Face of God. (Wikipedia)"
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Sources Cited:
Wikipedia- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Gillespie_Magee,_Jr.
Youtube- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qx3WueJWlb4
Feenbox Aviation- http://www.feenixx.com/aviation/High_Flight_Poem_Poster.htm
Deltaweb UK- http://www.deltaweb.co.uk/spitfire/hiflight.htm
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Poetry: One Thing You Must Believe
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Poetry: If We Send No Ships Out None Will Come In
Life without purpose is barren indeed.
There can't be a harvest unless you plant seed.
There can't be attainment, unless there's a goal.
And man's but a robot unless there's a soul.
If we send no ships out, no ships will come in.
Unless there's a contest nobody can win.
For games can't be won unless they are played,
And prayers can't be answered unless they are prayed.
So whatever is wrong with your life today,
You'll find a solution if you kneel down to pray.
Not just for pleasure, enjoyment and health.
Not just for honor and prestige and wealth.
But pray for a purpose, to make life worth living.
And pray for the joy of unselfish giving.
For great is your pleasure and rich your reward,
When you make you life's purpose
The choice of the Lord.
(Author Unknown or possibly Helen Steiner Rice)
Image Credit: alwaysmnky
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Poetry: Life Is A Miracle Don't Let It Slip Away
Looking up at a Winter sky. |
We run across cutesy quotations, verse and poetry everyday. Often our emailboxes are crammed with positive alerts and good news notes, many that we have subscribed to.
Sometimes our lives can seem overloaded with positive thinking suggestions and admonitions to look up, think upwardly, aspire upwards, be upwardly mobile. I support and promote all of that. I am a positive thinker and becoming more so, as I combat cynicism, discouragement and dejection.
I ran across this poem in my bulging quotations file. I don't even remember from where it came. There is no credit to who wrote this insight into selflessness. When I read it, I was inspired by the simple suggestions to be present and positive in our lives.