The feminist movement did great things for women.  It allowed them to leave the ties of housekeeping behind and venture into a whole new world.  It was a world which challenged their abilities, their brain power, their industriousness, their ingenuity, their organizational skills, their talent and their compassion.

Yes, I said compassion.  Now where in the world does that word fit into the world of commerce?  Up until then, compassion was woven into the fabric of nursing or caring for others.  The corporate world was and still is, filled with money driven men who were trying to change the world.  Not a lot of compassion was necessary  When women became part of that world, things changed a lot.

In the beginning men said women’s place was in the home, raising a family, tending to the chores of the day and caring for her husband.  The game was on.  Women started attending colleges for things other than secretarial or medical skills.  They proved that they could work under pressure and handle the stress of corporate life.  It wasn’t an easy road, because these same women still had the responsibilities of running a home, but they managed to do both.

Today women are deeply imbedded into politics.  They hold positions of power in the medical field, the corporate world, high finance and industry.  They have proven to be equal to men, but still fight the battle of equal pay. I’m sure that day isn’t far off

In the process, families have become accustomed to both parents working.   The material things that were put on the back burner until they could be paid for are now staples in most homes.  The home fires still burn, but most of the management of that place is being carried out by hired workers.

In the meantime, women have become equal with men.  In my opinion, they always were in God’s eyes.  Woman was created to be a partner for man.  I’m sure there are statistics that prove that men are the hunter/gatherers and women, the caregivers, simply because of the way they are made up physically.  Women are sensitive, intuitive and have the ability to listen.  The tenderness of their hearts is something that continues to exist, even though they try to put on an armor of toughness.  Women cry.  Yes, so do men, but women seem to do it more often.

As women take on some of the roles of their counterparts, they’re expected to be tough,  put their emotions aside and act like a man.  However, even in a society that wishes to determine their own gender, men are men and women are women.  The differences were designed to compliment each other.

Women do have a softer side.  Our emotions are often worn on our sleeves.  Our compassion is evident in the way we work with others and live with them and should be considered a medal of honor.  It’s not an attack on your character to say you can cry if you need to.  There will be days when the pressure of work gets in the way of family – when the demands of travel take you from those you love – when the extra hours of work keep you from kissing your children goodnight.  It’s OK to feel bad about those things.

God made tears for a purpose.  They come out when we grieve, when we’re frustrated or angry and even when we’re happy. The silent tears you pour into your pillow each night do not go unnoticed.

There’s someone who understands those feelings.  Jesus wept.  He knows all about sorrow.  He understands our pain.  He is also our comforter.  He hears our prayers and dries our tears, but He allows us to  bring all our burdens to Him, so he can carry them for us.




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” The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,
and the knowledge of the Holy One is insight.”  Proverbs 9:10

Dear, Lord,

You know all things.  Nothing is hidden from you. You are the only consistent in our lives.  I pray that you guide our leaders to proceed with dignity and fairness.  Two people have been dragged through the mud and may never recover from what’s happened over the past few weeks.  Please give the men and women in the position of passing judgment, the wisdom to do your will.  Help us all to accept what is happening and what will happen because of these events.  You are also with every one of us. You’ve judged each of us with fairness and abundance of grace, giving us a freedom we don’t deserve.  May your Word be upheld.  May your will be done, in Jesus name.  Amen!

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The headlines tell the state of our world in just a few simple words – “MASS SHOOTING AT SCHOOL,” DRUG OVERDOSE AT ALL TIME HIGH,” “SEX TRAFFICKING, RIGHT HERE,” and the list goes on.  Our world is filled with bad news.  There is unrest in our political arena.  Children are committing suicide at alarming rates.  The aged are being abused.  Abortion is a matter of convenience.  Life is no longer valued.

The world is not a pretty place and yet there is still the glory of a sunrise or sunset. God has placed life on this earth for our enjoyment and rest.  Every day is a gift.  At least I’m alive.

Well, those are sentiments we’ve all expressed at one time or another.  Life can be miserable to say the least, but if we’re defeated by it, we’re turning our back on the greatest hope we have – Jesus.

Jesus is God’s remedy for a sin sick world.  In fact, God came to earth in human flesh, to experience life as we know it.  He isn’t Superman nor does he repel bullets and leap over tall buildings, although He is certainly capable of doing so.   Instead He chose to be born into poverty, to a simple family from the line of King David.  All the prophesies of old were fulfilled in His birth.  He knew the scriptures, because He was the author of them.  He was able to stand up against temptation of Satan, because He is God.  He is able to forgive sins, because of His amazing grace.

To most folks that sounds like the recipe for some kind of fantasy story – a science fiction drama designed to make us feel better about things.  In fact the whole thing sounds quite extraordinary.  Why would God submit Himself to a humble life, no home to call His own, an exhausting ministry and a humiliating mock trial and horrific death?  None of it makes sense to our logical human minds.

But in God’s eyes it makes perfect sense.  He is the ultimate example of love in its purist form.  He loved us so much, He designed a perfect world for us.  Even though we thought we didn’t need Him, He stayed with us.  He carried our sin to the cross so that we wouldn’t have to.  He overcame Satan and the power of evil.  He promised life in paradise for eternity.  All this was done for us, not because we deserve it, but because we have a perfect God who loves us without measure.



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My God, you’ve shown your will for me in everything you do,

You break the earth, you cut through rock, you kiss the morning dew,

The skies surrender to your voice, the clouds contain your breath,

You’re seen in every place we go, from life until our death.


Stretched across the mighty seas – far beyond the mountains high,

Your blueprint for each life is planned from morning until night,

The creatures of the forest and the fish beneath the sea,

Are in your constant watch and care, as much as you love me.


The days turn into star filled skies, your finger moves the sun,

Your love for us immeasurable, with you we become one,

Our dreams are not impossible, our hope will never die,

You touch the waters and they rush to reach the other side.


Your will be done forevermore, let me become your tool,

And may I find true peace in all that you would have me do,

I trust your perfect path for me, I’ll never walk alone,

You are right there beside me now and you will take me home.







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I’ve been ranting about this kidney stone for some time now and it finally met its demise a few days ago.  Recovery is going along as expected.  The first night after the surgery, I was wide awake at about 3 AM thinking of the story of the Princess & the Pea. Imagine that.  I mean, I’ve been known to create some funny and unusual stories through my dreams, but this one wouldn’t let go of me.

As I sat awake for another hour, visions of that sweet little princess of the story haunted me.  I thought of the mountain of mattresses and the adding of more and more of them to ease her from the difficulty she was having sleeping upon a pea that was buried far below all that bedding. In the end the story proves her to be a princess, because of her sensitivity.  Certainly it would take someone of royal blood to be so aware of something foreign in the bed with her – and I’m not talking about the prince.

I pondered this for more than an hour.  Eventually I talked myself into returning to sleep, but the thought lingered in my brain all day yesterday. I argued with myself as to whether I should write about it.  Was it shameful of me to make light of something as serious as a kidney stone?  Of course not.  I write about almost everything that occurs in my life.  Some of it turns out funny.  Other times I can become morose or boring, but I decided that my little story bore some merit.

Actually my story turned into a poem.

She claimed to be of royal blood from some uncharted land,
But drenched with rain and chilled within she didn’t look so grand,
She came upon a palace like the one she left behind,
But this one seemed much different – it gave her peace of mind.

She knocked upon the massive door and waited for assistance,
A servant came and bade her in, admiring her persistence,
The prince was there to greet her, but never would he guess,
This poor drowned rat would marry him, she really was a mess.

Believing she might be a prize, the wife he longed to wed,
He set his servants to her aid and set her off to bed,
The queen, his mother, told her son, she had a simple test,
Which soon would help discover if she was a true princess.

A single pea would lie upon the bed made for her slumber,
The servants added featherbeds and pillows without number,
More mattresses were added too and even patchwork quilts,
The bed grew so much higher that to reach the top took stilts.

For days on end she stayed the course, her strength was running low,
She longed for just a single wink, a little nap would do,
When suddenly there came a shock which crushed the pesty pea,
Whatever made that pea explode would finally set her free.

And thus goes my story. I’m making a full recovery and soon will become the princess I was intended to be.

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A gentle breeze winds its way through a treed canopy,
Taking a trip along the water’s edge,
Clouds begin to collect in angelic form above the lake,
A peaceful setting, filled with people walking the perfectly landscaped path,
Artists interspersed throughout,
Where each of them casts his own interpretation upon an empty canvas,
While onlookers draw their own conclusions,
Soon the gentle, drifting clouds connect,
A raging storm ensues,
A mad dash to collect belongings and hit the road,
A summer day in the life of the itinerate artist

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Art & Poetry by Pau & Kathy Boecher©
He died that I could live. He suffered pain and loss.
He gave all He could give, upon that rugged cross.
But on that awesome day, so many years ago,
He for my sins did pay, so freedom I would know.
The story didn’t end there. He came to life once more.
To show me that I too will live within His heavenly door.

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Do you pray on a daily basis?  Maybe you pray before meals or upon going to sleep each night.  Maybe your prayers are sporadic and often forgotten.  Did you know that even calling out God’s name is in effect a prayer? I’m not talking about the misuse of God’s name when people flippantly banter it about as a means of letting of steam or showing anger. That would be a whole different blog.

What I’m talking about is our very intimate relationship with God, in which we can simply say His name and know that He hears us.  When we can know at a moment’s notice that He is actively involved in the exchange.

A prayer is really that – a conversation with God.  We come to Him in times of trouble.  We lay our requests before Him.  When we feel alone, we know that He’s there to listen.  When we pray, we’re opening the door to a two sided discussion.  We may not always get the answers we want.  We might not even get an answer, but even when that happens, we can be confident that God is participating in the dialogue.  He may answer immediately.  He may have a different solution in mind. He might even tell us to wait.

The fact that He’s on the other side of this repartee, listening, planning, analyzing, processing and looking at every detail, should give us great consolation in any of our prayers.  To think that we have that ability to simply call on His name and He will answer in some way, is mind boggling.

Dear, Holy, God, my Heavenly Father,

I come to you today asking that you would intercede in all the madness, pain, sadness and depression facing our world today.   This is a big prayer, God, and I feel silly asking such a thing, yet you are the One who created this world.  You gave breath to every living thing. You control all things, including the weather, the time, the aging process, the life and death involving our time here, our comings and goings, our governing bodies and all things.  There is an incomprehensible reason that you continue to love us.  Because of that undying love, I pray that you will hear my prayer.

We try so hard to manage things alone, when all we need to do is ask you for help and trust that you will give it.  Increase my faith in your power.  Help me to accept your will in all cases.  Also give me the fortitude to press on to eternal life with you, when we can continue our talks face to face.  Amen!

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A road can lead to nowhere as we travel through this life,
Our minds submit to evil, our hearts endure much strife,
But when we follow Jesus, the road is always clear,
Our final destination is not one we should fear,
He takes our hand and leads us through peril and through strife,
He’s always there beside us, He guides us through this life.
When we can go no further, He lifts us with His power,
Defending us, protecting from those who would devour,
He lays the bridge before us, He is that bridge you see,
He suffered and was crucified to set our spirits free,
The path has now been cleared, there is no obstacle,
For we have been redeemed by Him, He paid the debt in full.

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You’re born into an ordinary life to people of little means. You’ve barely gotten to know your mother’s face when she’s forced to give you up in order to save you from persecution and death.Your life changes drastically as you’re adopted into a wealthy family.

You grow up in luxury – learn things you never would have been afforded otherwise – grow into a strong individual with power you never dreamed of.  As you mature you see the injustices around you. They tug at your heart. You feel helpless . You witness a young man being unjustly beaten by another and intercede. By defending the underdog, you become the victim. Your rage puts you in an ugly situation and you take a life to save one.

What you do next makes you appear a coward. You run away. You hide for many years without apprehension. You change your identity – try to fit in – find a new life. You try to forget your past, but it soon catches up with you.

Days progress and you’ve almost forgotten the weaknesses of your youth, but now those secrets resurface in your dreams.  The devil presses guilt in your heart like a hot branding iron  claiming victory over your soul.

You show signs of aging.  You fear that you’re destined to a future in hell, but your life doesn’t end because of it. God has something else in mind. He still has work for you to do and it involves facing into your darkest fears.

You return to the place of your youth, but you do so reluctantly. You feel unqualified, haunted, unworthy.. Your reluctance turns to fear and cripples you, but then you realize there’s a reason for all of this. You return only to be met with more adversity.

They haven’t forgotten about you.  They recognize you.  Your true identity has been revealed in high places.  You have a price on your head, but you are determined to face your fears.

Facing into certain death or a life in prison are extremely difficult choices.  First we have to admit our failings to those we’ve harmed.  Then we ask for forgiveness.  We may not escape, but we’ve set in motion a means whereby we can be rescued.  The same thing happens when we come to God and confess our sins.  When the  confession is sincere, we can be sure of getting it.

People aren’t nearly as gracious.  Old garbage is  dragged from the dump to be revealed to a waiting world.  The ugliness of our misdeeds is paraded before everyone and we’re judged by our past.  Usually this turns into a mob mentality and we’re sentenced to a life of shame and humiliation.  Now the truth is out.  There is no escaping – no hiding – no redemption.  Thankfully our future doesn’t depend on others or ourselves for salvation.  God has wiped the slate clean with the perfect life of His own Son, releasing us from the guilt of our sin and allowing us to do great things for Him.

Moses realized his sin, but tried to hide it. When he faced his past mistakes and asked for forgiveness, he was allowed to do what he was born for. We certainly can’t hide from God.  He’s promised to be with us always.

Run to God and with Him – He will set mountains on fire and use you for His purpose.

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This is no great accomplishment for me, but I am glad to know that my blog is being well received by at least 2000 people around the world.  Thank you all for following and reading my posts.

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A few years ago, on our way to Bible study, we took our regular route over the river through the north side of town. The trees dipped in the light of a falling sun. Silver rimmed clouds floated lazily in a multi-colored sky. I was just remarking to my husband how lovely the fall colors looked in the shimmering sunset, when we passed through a crime scene.

Several police vehicles along with vested officers were on hand with guns drawn. On the opposite side of the street, interested onlookers stood with their cell phones held high, photographing the event. It was almost as if they were lined up to witness a parade, but this was anything but a celebratory occasion.

There was no doubt that something serious was going. Ironically, this all occurred right across from a funeral home. My husband knew instantly that this was the smell of death. Growing up the son of an undertaker, had engrained that aroma in his memory forever. The smell of death – the fear of death – the everyday evidence of death.

Life has taken on new meaning to many in our population. That which once was sacred is now unimportant. The consequences for taking a life have lessened. The ability to destroy life before it begins is commonplace. Hearts need to be changed before the violence ends. We can’t continue to solve “problems” by ending lives.

Even though that’s the case, those who come to God with repentant hearts, will receive His perfect protection and be confident that they need not fear evil. Our shepherd, Jesus, will walk beside us through the valley of death – the fear of life – the unknown of eternity. He will carry us through the most difficult situations life puts in our way. His shoulders are strong enough to carry the weight of our sin. He certainly can support us through the dangers of life as well.

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We’ve taken to watching some of them there western movies at our place lately.  The typical story of the battle between good and evil always ending with god winning, is a nice refreshing change from the way of the world.  Of course there’s always a share of gun slinging and a badge involved.  In the movie, “High Noon,” we find the local sheriff getting married and on the same day involved in a gunfight for his life.

Gary Cooper played the sheriff and his lovely wife was Grace Kelly.  The song that came from that movie was called, “Oh, Don’t Forsake Me, Oh, My Darling.” The first and last verses are as follows:

Do not forsake me, oh my darling
On this our wedding day
Do not forsake me, oh my darling
Wait, wait along
I do not know what fate awaits me
I only know I must be brave
For I must face a man who hates me
Or die a coward, a craven coward
Or die a coward in my grave

Do not forsake me, oh my darling
You make that promise as a bride
Do not forsake me, oh my darling
Although you’re grievin’, don’t think of leaving
Not while I need you by my side

The word, “forsake ” means to abandon or leave completely. The thought of being forsaken leaves one desperate or hopeless. Loneliness is one of those perceptions that eats away at our mind as well as our soul. No matter how many surround us, when we feel abandoned, we feel utterly alone.

Our Savior, Jesus, felt this complete abandonment as he prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane.  It pierced through His mind as He was nailed to the cross. When He cried out for God and asked why He had forsaken Him, He felt that complete separation from His Father.  His humanity was reunited with His Godliness when He was able to overcome death on Easter Sunday.

He’s promised us through His Holy Word, to never leave us. He is available 24/7, every day of every year during our walk on earth and even after we depart from this world.  He will not forsake us.

What a comfort to know that we never have to walk alone – even though the world may be crumbling around us – even when it seems we have no one left who understands our physical, emotional or spiritual needs. We have His promise, “Never will I forsake you.”

Escaping from the reality of the sinful world we live in is just a temporary fix.  We can do so by finding something else to entertain ourselves or turn to the darkness of that world that draws us from God.  If we want true hope, we can turn to Jesus, the One who experienced all our sorrows and knows what it’s like to be totally alone.  We can rely on Him.


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The poppy remains the symbol of remembering our veterans.  The red color and the abundance of these lovely blooms, is indicative of Flanders Field during World War I where many soldiers lost their lives or suffered severe injuries. The fields were filled with blood during those battles and the poppy came to represent that loss.

A poem was composed by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae on the battlefront on May 3, 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium. This poem continues to remain a centerpiece of the conflict, but is also a call to remembering veterans of all wars.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Let us never forget the cost of war.  Our veterans deserve to be honored as heroes who were willing to make the greatest sacrifice.

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This beautiful flag, crafted by students, was made of construction paper rings and draped over the railing of the upper level of the gymnasium.  It extended down to the gym floor.The size alone is impressive.  The time to create it and the dedication of those who made it – amazing.  The colors streaming down, catching the rays of sunlight on a crisp autumn day, turns the heart to thoughts of patriotism and dedication to the country we cherish.

This school would each year celebrate Veterans Day with a special service, including patriotic songs, poetry and readings prepared in advance.  It was dedicated to those who fought in wars, who died, who returned with the scars or lost limbs or broken hearts.  The local VFW would describe the symbolism of the Prisoner of War Table set for One which was instituted after the Viet Nam conflict.  Taps would be played.  The Pledge of Allegiance spoken.

They would honor each veteran in attendance with a red rose and a packet prepared by students, containing letters, poetry and thank you notes regarding their service.  These young ones have not had much exposure to war in the past few years.  It’s all very far away.  Even the 9/11 attack is unknown to most of them.   The largest wars they have faced are those within America’s own citizenry.

There is nothing to celebrate when it comes to war.  Lives are lost, blood is shed, dreams shattered and minds forever changed.  The idea of patriotism is waning in our land.  The heroes of days gone by must be remembered – not only because many veterans gave the ultimate sacrifice of their own lives in service of this county – but because this country is worth fighting for.

Sometimes that thought is drowned in the news of the day – the lies, bigotry, hatred and misinformation that we face.  No matter what you think about politics or the state of our nation, the defense of this country has not waivered.

Many years ago, a rag tag group of farmers and merchants banded together to achieve their independence from a tyrannical government on the other side of the pond.  They won, not because of their superior fighting skills or knowledge of war, but because they knew this land was better than anything they’d ever experienced.  Through many battles on our own ground, blood has continued to flow.  Lives have been altered and many times soldiers didn’t even realize what the fight was about.  They accepted the duty as a soldier to protect and preserve what had come to be.

We might think that our nation has become polluted with a decline in morality, depravity, excess and narcissism.  We might even wonder why we should risk lives to protect it.  Still there are those whose hearts are filled with patriotism.  Young men and women who daily choose to join the armed forces for the sake of making a difference in the country they love.

War has been with us since the days of Cain and Abel.  The greatest struggle between good and evil came to be when man decided he was smarter than God.  Wars over territory, religion, greed, hate and poverty will remain until Jesus returns to judge the world.

Thank those who have dedicated their lives to serve.  Honor the memory of those who gave their lives.    Thank God for providing those who still have the courage to stand up for their beliefs.



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This painting was done shortly after a tornado tore through the city of Minneapolis.  An entire rookery was destroyed, except for one lone survivor.

He sat majestically in his tattered nest, surveying the remnants of his environment. A tornado ripped through the night before, cutting trees in two, uprooting some and destroying hundreds of nests in the rookery. This Great Blue Heron survived the turmoil – the devastating wind – the fierce torrential rain. Now he sat, staring out over the destruction below. Many of his friends had vanished or died. The aging bird had been spared, remaining behind and lonely. Would he be able to pick up the pieces of his former life? If God’s eye is on the sparrow, He certainly would provide for this king of the river. He would rebuild day by day, with the help of his Creator, but today he was simply a survivor – crushed by defeat, yet hopeful.

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I really know the value of bringing kids to church. It was a real battle when my own were little, but we can’t underestimate the power of the Holy Spirit working in hearts and minds from early on. Through their baptism, that power has been unleashed, preparing our children for life.

When Jesus’ disciples tried to dismiss the children from the large crowd, Jesus rebuked and reminded them that His kingdom consisted of those with a childlike faith. Kids believe without hesitation – accept with open minds – come with no preconceived ideas or years of theological study.

Looking back, it wasn’t easy getting three kids ready for church. They complained, many times refused, would much rather crawl back into their warm beds and preferred to watch Sunday morning cartoons – but we went to church. It was simply a part of their childhood.

Once there, we faced short attention spans, fidgeting, teasing each other, not paying attention and trying to discretely open a bag of Cheerios to satisfy them for a while. Sometimes their loud singing brought stares. There were several trips to the restroom to review the rules and talk about behavior. I felt all eyes follow as we took one after the other out.

One Sunday our precocious third child coaxed a piece of chewing gum from the boy sitting in front of us. She literally retrieved it from his mouth! The poor little guy asked his dad for another piece and was told that if he swallowed it, he couldn’t have anymore. Of course we explained after church, but it was one of those moments I wanted to crawl in a hole.

Most of the time we picked up smidgeons of the sermon, but I often wondered if it was serving any purpose to bring them to church every week. In those moments I was underestimating the power of the Holy Spirit. Not only was He working in the hearts and minds of my children, He was doing so in me as well.

His house is the perfect place to bring our families to be fed, even though we don’t see immediate results. We’re demonstrating to them the respect and honor due our God through worship, praise and prayers. Kids may not be big enough to see over the pew, but they can see us. God loves children just as He loves all those who come to Him. He is the best thing we can give to these precious little lambs.

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Were you there when the universe was formed,
Did you watch as God crushed through solid rock,
And made majestic mountains,
Did you hear the sound of His breath,
As He filled the sea with fish,
Did you see His finger,
As it carved rivers, lakes and seas,
Were you witness to His creation,
To His bounty of vegetation and life,
To His perfect design,
To His loving attention to detail,
Were you there when he took the dust of the earth,
And made a human being,
With a heart, mind, synchronized body,
Perfect in every way,
And later created a helper for that man,
From the man himself,
His plan has never nor will ever,
Be matched,
We were not there at the start,
But believing in Him,
We will be with Him at the end,

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Psalm 56:2 “Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most High.”

Every day we’re set upon by the enemy. It can be the fear of failure, the angst of pain, the inevitability of death. Whatever it is that holds us captive is the result of sin and God has a remedy for that. Even though our enemies surround us, He is there to protect you from harm. Trust in His unending love.

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Someone once said, “Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time. You won’t have a leg to stand on.”  There are many times I’ve found myself saying things I don’t mean or using words that hurt without even realizing it. We are responsible for the power of our own words and often don’t think before we speak.  We also say things without realizing that our words have consequences.  My tongue doesn’t always follow the directions of my brain and seems to take on a life of its own. Life would be so much easier if we had a script to follow wouldn’t it?

The Bible has a lot to say about the tongue and choosing our words carefully before we put them out there.  As writers, we’re even more accountable, because our words cannot be erased or forgotten.

James 1:26 says, “ If anyone thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue but deceives his heart, this person’s religion is worthless.”

That says a lot about the picture we paint of ourselves in our Christian walk.  I’m not just talking about cursing and swearing, but words that show a different side of us.  The side that isn’t compassionate – caring – encouraging – uplifting – the dark side.  We see a lot of this in the media of today. Words can slant our thinking. Words can destroy a person’s good name.  Words can cut deeper than a knife and alter the way others think about themselves and how they relate to the rest of the world.  Lies and slander don’t seem to carry the same weight that they used too.  In a world of no holes barred, and instant gratification, little thought is given to the effect our words can have on others.

Life is too short to go about having to apologize constantly for what we say.  If we don’t have something constructive to say, we should put a foot in our mouth simply to keep us quiet.  It might be an interesting concept.  I wonder how many of us would be walking on one foot.

Dear,Lord, I am sinful. My words are not always the right ones. When I am tempted to say or think things that would hurt another person, remind me that I cannot even speak without your guidance. Still you give me the freedom to speak.  Help me to use my words for the benefit of others.  When we’re cut deeply by words, grant me the grace to forgive.  Allow me to put the best construction on all things. Teach me to control what comes from my mouth and use my voice to glorify you.  Amen!



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