Lord is saying. How precious you are to me. If you only knew how
it warms my heart as you search for me, as you think of me and when
your heart turns towards me. In those moments I can pour in to you
healing, life and strength. Take time in your busy day to be quiet
in my presence and feel the sunshine of my love upon you and breath
in the fresh clean air of my Spirit of truth to renew and replenish
I receive Words of Life Devotional from James
Robison.... this cute story really touched me and I thought I'd
share it with you.... Click to read more on how when we look to
others to complete us we ultimately feel dissatisfied because
only Jesus can fulfil our longings and complete us totally.
This poem from Catherine
is so beautiful - it made me think of how precious, fleeting yet
packed with opportunity is each moment we are given. Shirley
REFLECTIONS - A
Moment of Time
Here, neither fluctuating
yet intent on relinquishing to your future spasm of time.
A moment of truth, a moment of lie
A moment of love or one of hate,
Neither intruding on our will
Nor extinguishing our thought,
Yet here for us to use for good or
Aware of your awesome presence,
yet you escape,
and then ......the next, never to be experienced in a lifetime
How were you used you moment of a
How tiny you seem
but yet how overpoweringly
How quiet you are in stillness,
But where can we find you in the tumultuous cacophony of sound?
With how much respect are you treated in a world so frighteningly
divesting herself of such
a necessary commodity?
To kill or heal to maim or
You, moment of a life, do you feel
sadness or joy?
Or are you just here?
Neither taking from the last nor giving
to the next.
You exist, uniquely embodied in a
Are you the last moment of
Do you know how many of you are allotted
Do you know when to stop for me?
Unlike the butterfly caught
in the net you are free
....never to be trapped.
You, moment of ecstasy or joy, grief or pain,
you flee, gone forever,
You, moment of a moment ago
to whom do you flee?
Where is your home?
Where do you go?
You, moment of time
your existence is shrouded in veils
of mystery, how beautiful,
how terrifying, how sure.
Friend or foe, or are you
touch-typing the clouds
in the valleys of space
as we dream on?
Some of us searching and wishing
for more of your sweetness,
others eager to bid you farewell.