Attacks me at the most
Unsuspecting times,
I've learned to not only
Ask God to forgive me,
But to say, "Thank You"
For showing me how vulnerable
I still am to sin,
And how important it is
To take my eyes off others
And keep them firmly
Fixed on Him.
When envy creeps up and
Attacks me at the most Unsuspecting times, I've learned to not only Ask God to forgive me, But to say, "Thank You" For showing me how vulnerable I still am to sin, And how important it is To take my eyes off others And keep them firmly Fixed on Him.
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The song made me cry.
Did those sitting near me in the Service wonder why? They didn't know the hymn was Sung at my young husband's Funeral. It was penned by a father Heavy with grief himself. His three daughters had drowned Crossing the Atlantic. The telegram from his wife Simply said, "Saved alone." Writing the words must have Comforted him, For they are a balm to my Wounded spirit. "When peace like a river Attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea Billows roll." * Yes, the sorrows, The sorrows, The sorrows rolling Over me, Tumbling me Trying to pull me under. But despite the struggle I can say, "Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say It is well..." I had the words etched on Min's tombstone, and where I will one day join him. Anyone passing by will Know that if he could Speak to us he would say, "It is well with my soul." *Horatio G. Spafford
When a loved one has dementia, caregivers need a sense of humor too.
I was mystified that Jack Could talk non-stop for a Full hour, Rambling on and on using "Big" words without Making any sense at all. How was it possible? And then I thought of politicians.
Her brother was broken from
Birth, Strangled by the cord that in The beginning sustained him. He was unfixable, Profoundly handicapped, Disabled, and yet, Loved. His mom is gone, and the Boy/man is in a "home," Visited each evening by his Dad or sister who brush his Teeth, get him ready for bed, And tenderly tuck him in. I asked her, "Would it have better If he had been aborted?" "Oh, no!" she affirmed with Passion. "He's taught me so much." "What has he taught you?" "How to be a mom when I was Just a young girl. To decide to be a nurse. To learn what it truly is to Accept one day at a time. He's enriched my life and all Those around him." Steven is 43, and many would say His life was wasted. But in truth, his life was broken And is being poured out like Mary's flask of precious perfume * To bring fragrance to his world, And glory to God. *John 12:3 The view is spectacular.
Rocking away in my weather worn Wooden chair, I can't take my eyes off the Mountains, An unfamiliar sight since I live Eight hours away on Flat land. God seems closer here. I identify with David who Lifted his eyes to the hills And lauded the One Who created them. I praise Him for this Lovely spot too: The blue hued range in The distance, The cloud puffs hovering Over the peaks, The forests of green covering The ridges, hiding the bears, Deer, and other woodland Creatures finding refuge In the undergrowth. Those of us sitting, Gazing, Meditating in our Rocking chairs are Awed by them, By Him. Even though it's not so, God just seems closer here. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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