THE VIEW OUTSIDE MY SIDE WINDOW THIS MORNING . . .
I look out my window at dawn of each day,
The sky fills with glory and begs me to pray,
My God is my helper, my strength and my rock,
He lifts up my spirits – I start to take stock.
Each morning is filled with a promise from God,
To guide and to keep me with His staff and rod,
He is the Good Shepherd in love with His sheep,
He tenderly hugs us when we need to weep.
I come to you Jesus and pray that you’ll hear,
My many requests for those I hold dear,
I know you can hear me, Your Word tells me so,
You’re right here beside me wherever I go.
In darkness you bring me your wonderful light,
You chase all my troubles right out of my sight,
When fears make me tremble, when hope disappears,
You hug me so sweetly and dry all my tears.
I trust you, dear Jesus, you know what to do,
My conquering Savior will make all things new,
Each day you will show me in beautiful skies
How close you are to me. Your love never dies.
About atimetoshare.me
As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension.
I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog.
I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ.
My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
I’ve heard old sailor and farmer stories about pink and orange skies. But what does purple mean. Ha ha ha. Just beautiful!!!!
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Beautiful poem and that sky looks a lot like the red sky we had earlier in the week, red though from west to east, but no storm arrived…it’s on the way now though and I guess we were blessed with an early warning because this morning there is so much fog that the sky is only grey…how are things?
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Thank you! Things are the same for now. Paul is in hospital again. He has cancer stage four and lots of other issues. We together have decided not to pursue treatment, but each time there’s an emergency, I feel like the end is near. I know God has this, but some days are really hard.
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I know honey and I’ll keep praying. Letting go is painful like the labor we go through in birthing children but I know God will bring you through it and deliver Paul into Heaven.
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Thank you again❤️
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Of course…
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Thankful for your sharing with us 🙏☦️
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Beautiful poem and read about your husband. You have been spending some wonderful time together… even with his illness….that is truly a blessing!
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It has been a great ride❤️
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Kathy, this poem stirs many voices to reach up to our heavenly Father in prayer. In His morning majesty, God reaches out to each of us as we pray. May His grace continue to share peace whenever you and Paul need it.
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