Because they are, and
My house seems empty, because it is,
I find there's no better time to write a
Note to someone else who's lonely too.
As I search for words to encourage her,
I discover that I am consoling myself as well, and
We both benefit.
On an evening when my kids seem miles away,
Because they are, and My house seems empty, because it is, I find there's no better time to write a Note to someone else who's lonely too. As I search for words to encourage her, I discover that I am consoling myself as well, and We both benefit.
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I want to know God.
He already knows me perfectly, but I've Barely scratched the surface in Knowing Him. I've discovered, though, that it takes lots of Alone time, Concentrating on His words time, No distractions time to think His Thoughts with Him, to Pick His brain while He pricks mine. Solitude is hard to come by in this Era of texting, Facebooking, and Twittering. But I work at building our relationship so that When we meet face to face We'll already be friends. "Oh, Lord, You have searched me and You know me." (Psalm 139:1) (This entire chapter shows how intimately God knows me.) "And this is eternal life that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent" (John 17:3) "...I have called you friends, for all things that I have heard from the Father I have made known to you." John 15:15 Indians,
Africans. Hispanics. They all live across the street from me. I greet them when I walk and Sometimes we're able to talk. Tonight I met Jose, and I tried to practice a Few words of Spanish as I said, "Buenos Dias." We made up for our lack of understanding by Using sign language and by laughing loudly at Our lame efforts. I tried to explain my gospel bracelet to him, But I finally gave up, tied it to his wrist and Stuck the leaflet that explained the Good news into his shirt pocket. His daughter will translate it for him when He gets home. We laughed some more, said, "Adios," and Spontaneously gave each other a hug. People don't need to speak the same Language to communicate love.
It must have been a difficult assignment for
Our pastor to describe what his life Was like before he met Christ. His testimony went along with the Passage we studied this morning. Those of us in the congregation would never Have guessed his past. (Just like no one can guess ours.) But God changed him from the inside out, and His willingness to be transparent will Encourage others who thought there was No hope for them, who thought they Were the only ones struggling with sin. He wasn't airing dirty laundry but was Displaying what cleansing looks like, What redemption can do. We who heard our pastor's message don't Think less of him. We applaud him for displaying God's grace, For being in the exact place where God wanted him To be today. (To hear his message go to the website GracePolaris.org.)
When I walk into my empty condo and
Discover the silence no longer Surprises me, When I realize it's been awhile since I've sat in my chair and sobbed, When I plan a trip to my daughter's house and Look forward to the journey even though I will need to drive alone, When my poems deal less and less with Grief and more with just life I can tell I'm Getting better. I can tell I'm almost healed. |
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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