The Next Phase
After many years of trying to reach a treasured friend for Jesus, he succumbed to his death. In mourning, I wrote this poem about my experience with him and how I was feeling at the time of his death.
Tears in Thy Bottle
Thou count my wanderings, put thou my tears into thy bottle. Are they not in thy book? Psalm 56:8 The Lord knows the number of hairs upon our head and He knows the number of tears we cry. There is nothing that goes unnoticed by Him.
Sometimes That’s What It Takes
Many people I know, myself included, came to God during a troubled time in their lives. God in His mercy sometimes will bring calamity our way to give us opportunity to turn to Him.
I have wrestled long with trying to make sense of mixed messages when it comes to what is and what is not essential. This poem captures some of that frustration we have all been dealing with.