I long to achieve
the impossible. I dream
I long to achieve
the impossible. I dream
Mother’s Day blessings
Have traversed hundreds of miles
December has arrived
We are rushing to and fro —
Baking, shopping, preparing —
To be perfectly honest, I didn’t want either Hillary or Trump to win this election. When I vote for a candidate I do my own research. I look into their past and what they stood for before they start running. How they lived their lives in and out of public light morally and ethically. I don’t vote for a specific party. I never have and I never will. Continue reading
My heart aches as I look at our country and see the fear. Fear and distrust towards those who are different than us. Those who may have a different religion, language, skin color, clothing, eat different foods, etc. As I ponder on this I think of my Savior. What did he do? Did he eschew those who were different than him? No, he embraced them, ate with them, went out of his way to walk through their towns. Would he have built a wall? Made laws to close his borders to them? No, he would have washed their feet, invited them into his home, and listened to their stories. Fear breeds racism and division. In our country’s past fear led to internment camps, reservations, and unjust laws that separated families. We must not let fear rule our lives. Fear leads to rise of dictatorships and slavery. It leads to more government regulations and chips away at our constitution. We must open our eyes and see our fellow humans beings for what they truly are — God’s wonderful and diverse flower garden. Below is a poem that I wrote on April 24, 2014. It’s about our world — God’s flower garden. Enjoy
milk buckets clanking
I am God’s mirror
reflecting His love and grace
to a hurting world.
As parents we often put our children’s needs before our own. We are constantly giving and pouring out. Running them to music lessons, sports, youth group, friends’ houses, work, etc. Our lives are focused on their needs and activities. What little spare time we have goes to our jobs, churches, communities, and friends. Our leftovers often go to our spouses. (This is a blog post for another time!) If we are not careful we become exhausted. We’ve been pouring into the lives of other people leaving nothing for ourselves. Soon the fountain begins to dry up and there is nothing left to pour out.
It’s 2015 and it’s time
It’s time we start
looking at skin color
the same way we
look at eye color
Together we march,
God’s flower garden.
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