While Waiting...

While waiting for her to finish her lesson,
I go on a walk and listen to music.
I walk on the foot paths beside the road,
and while walking I breathe out my day's load.

While waiting for her to pick me up,
I go on a walk for a dose of exercise.
I walk fast and slow and up and down,
and while walking I smile as opposed to a frown.

While waiting for Him to show me His plan,
I go on a walk and try to see.
I walk on this narrow path and sometimes I stray,
and though I walk afar He leads me back some day.

While waiting for Him to answer me,
I go on a walk and try to listen.
I walk impatiently and frustratedly,
yet silence seems to be so I must learn to wait and see.

While waiting in this time of waiting,
I know I have to keep walking,
I need to do what I must do, can do,
and hope in what is good and true.

If Jesus Came To Your House

If Jesus came to your house

To spend some time with you,

If He came unexpected,

I wonder what you'd do.

Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room

To such an honoured guest

And all the food you'd give to Him

Would be the very best.

And you would keep assuring Him

You're glad to have Him there--

That serving Him in your home

Is joy beyond compare.

But when you saw Him coming,

Would you meet Him at the door

With arms outstretched in welcome

To you heavenly visitor?

By Anonymous

Scars
By Little Miss Mel

Just like how some fade over the years,
some stay put in place no matter what we do to try and erase them.
And while some are not seen on a daily basis,
some are so painstakingly visible you wish for blindness.
Some scars don't hurt after a while,
but some remain just as painful as on the very day you got them.
Little ones skim the surface of our lives,
many scars go far enough to make us remember,
a rare few leave a gaping crater.

These scars - big or small, deep or superficial - they are all there for a reason.
Whether or not they are there to remind us of past mistakes or choices wrongly made, of events we never saw coming or of circumstances over which we had no control..
 ..Scars are there to remind us that the past is real,

and also...they ARE supposed to heal.

 "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.
Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery."
- Galatians 5:1 -

Heart Beat

My heart beats fast when I run,

when I jump, when I skip,

when I am nervous or fearful,

when I get a fright or have too much sugar,

or too much caffiene, yes, it beats a heart full.

And our hearts beat every moment I live,

every moment  we breathe,

we send a wave of life through our body.

But I take it for granted how hard this beat works

to fill me up and change me every second even as I study. 

Yes, I should be studying,

but I've taken this little while

to write this in a heart beat,

and a bit, of how I need to keep going

that my heart may keep beating with His until we meet.

Where Are You?

I stopped to give you a wave,
but you didn't wave back.
I wondered why you didn't  see me.
Maybe there's something you lack?

I stopped to give you a high five,
but you didn't high five me.
I wondered if you saw my hand.
Oh what could it possibly be?

I stopped to ask you, "How are you?"
but you said you were good...just good?
I wondered why you didn't tell me.
Maybe after some time you would?

I stopped and just gave you some space,
but you seemed like you needed help.
I wondered why you didn't ask.
Instead you cried and let out a yelp.

I stopped and I just stood there with you,
and I walked with you and carried you too.
I know you are but just a child.
And I want you to know, I am always with you.

Thinking, Reflecting

Look at the Sky

C alm and quiet, floating in the sky

 L  ies a string of clouds

 O  ver my head.

U nderneath the string of clouds I stand still and watch,

D  elighted to see a little message as I look at the sky.