A Day In My Life

I often wonder, now that I am a mom of a child who suffers from a chronic illness, how did she do it? How did she watch her son sacrifice himself for the benefit and salvation of mankind? How did she watch Him be persecuted? How did she endure it? Did understanding her son's purpose make it any easier for her to watch the cruelness inflicted upon him? It was these thoughts that inspired this piece. Enjoy, Souljourner What was it like To watch him be treated so unjustly? How could you stand to see the flesh parting from his bones? How did you endure Did the sound of the whips connecting to his person haunt your dreams? How could you go on? I need to know How did you fight the urge to run to him? To comfort him To try and protect him I need to know How could you look upon those who treated him so unfairly so unjustly so cruelly those who forgot their humanity those who sold their compassion and forgive them I need to know My son suffers My heart br...

Quiet time is a great time for reflection. This stillness can happen anywhere in your busy day if you are savvy enough to recognize the opportunity when it is presented to you. To often we fill our day with activities that take up the blank spaces. I would like to challenge you that instead of sending a tweet, or checking out a Facebook post or even playing a quick game on your phone, computer or tablet that you would spend a few moments just breathing; thanking GOD you are alive and marvel at the majesty of our world He has placed you in. Trusting that you are where you are supposed to be at the Quiet Moment. Today my moment came during the first waking hours of the morning. I had spent the night with my son in who was recovering from a major surgery (had both kidneys removed). It was day two of  post-op and it was quiet in our room. It was beautiful, serene, comforting and full of confident strength. I knew I was in the presence of the Most High. I was so filled with thankfulne...

Did I ever tell you That you are the pie in my ice-cream? That you are the sugar in my coffee? That you are the honey on my waffles? Sweet is your love and a day without will never do! I must here your voice I must feel your little arms about my waste I joy at seeing your eyes looking over the stove I am complete when we cuddle I love being your mom, I love you, Apple of my eye Salt in my stew Warm wind of my spring Dedicated to my lovely children Ehlissa, Myles, Nate

Even when your growth made me sick Even when your little limbs stretched my body to the limit Even when all of the pains and discomforts of birth threatened to overtake me I wouldn't take any of it back Because the first time I held your tiny hand My heart melted When I first got to kiss you I knew you were mine..I was so proud When I first bathed you You made me giggle When I got to hear you laugh You made my world When you could hug me back I knew I was meant to be your Mom.... What a blessing it is to nurture new life What a privilege it is to love, show love and teach love to budding seeds What an awesome responsibility it is to guide a generation I love being a mom No regrets No surrender No apologies

Definition of Amen:   This   Hebrew   word   means   firm,   and   hence   also   faithful   (Rev.   3:14).   In   Isa.   65:16,   the   Authorized   Version has   "the   God   of   truth,"   which   in   Hebrew   is   "the   God   of   Amen."   It   is   frequently   used   by   our   Saviour   to   give emphasis   to   his   words,   where   it   is   translated   "verily."   Sometimes,   only,   however,   in   John's   Gospel,   it   is repeated,   "Verily,   verily."   It   is   used   as   an   epithet   of   the   Lord   Jesus   Christ   (Rev.   3:14).   It   is   found   singly and   sometimes   doubly   ...

Week 5 of our treatments, Year 9 of my walk with this treasure The days that have passed have been long and full of uncertainty Fear and worry In my weakness I even questioned My Lord, My Creator as to why He entrusted me with these treasures...him and his brother In my days of doubt I wanted nothing more than to have something normal Something ordinary...something easily attained, something easily managed But where would be the reward? Where would be the joy after the victory? How would wisdom come if not borne out of the struggle? How would deliverance be realized if there were no challenge? How could anger be transformed into trust if all was the way I wanted it too be? Where would be the growth if there was no need for faith? How could I believe GOD can if I never knew He could?

Is a day ever ordinary? I would contend no it is not...blessings are everywhere if you care to notice them. Shades of A Day To wake in my own bed nestled in soft warmth from my covers is a treat To look in on each of my little chickadees and see that they are are well is a delight To be able to walk to the kitchen to fix some tea and bagels is a privilege To be able to kiss my friend, my love, my husband is a beautiful reward No matter what a day may bring, its challenges, its disappointments or its fears it is always started with love and ended with thankfulness