A World of Difference

A world of difference

Unknown

Clawing against design

Unseen

Cry and fight, rebel

Unsatisfied

Searching, peering, looking

Unfound

 

How to search for the unknown?

How to recognize the unseen?

How to rest and be satisfied?

How to find?

 

Blinkers off!

Accept what is!

Embrace truth!

Release familiarity!

 

Emancipation.

 

14/1/2015

Merilyn

Been away. Saying farewell from this world to my step-mum. Loved. Missed. Always remembered.

 

In gentleness you spoke and thought

In quietness you moved

In otherness of focus

Was the path you oft did choose

 

In jest, your laughter hearty

In grief your focus set

In cheeky shifts of humour

Work with diligence was met

 

In children, love rejoicing

In grandies, care and pride

In family, time well-spent

Love with husband from on high

 

You saw beauty all around you

Brilliant colour from the rose

Form of mankind in all seasons

Adorning cakes and walls along your road

 

Determined, gentle battler

Crown of persistence on your brow

Hopeful, enduring constancy

Now complete and wholly sound

I love you

 

28/10/2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Can Change My Mind

There was a girl who grew up in a family with two sisters and 4 brothers. At first they lived on a farm with sheep, who had black faces. Then the dad died, so the family moved to live amongst the trees at the bottom of a small mountain.

 

As the family grew, the eldest girl was often told that she didn’t belong. Sometimes a brother would tell her that the mum and dad were not really her mum and dad. This girl became a woman, but still she didn’t know for certain if this truly was her family.

 

Other people who knew them, could see that all the sisters looked alike, they often spoke alike and though there was no proof, it seemed to them that she was indeed from this family’s mum and dad.

 

One day when this eldest girl of the family was quite an old lady, her son found a birth certificate in another town. The certificate said that she was from this family and the mum and dad of the other children were definitely her own mum and dad. Her son had been looking for a long time.

 

It was very nice to know for sure that this was her family. But you could tell before they knew for sure, especially because she looked so much like her sisters.

 


 

When Jesus was a man, before He died, his brothers didn’t believe that He was God’s Son as well as Mary’s son. Even though He said things like God and acted like God, which made Him look like God.

 

But after Jesus had died, so that we don’t have to; and after God had made Him alive again, so we can live with Him forever, some people who didn’t believe He was God’s Son, changed their minds.

 

James, a book in the Bible we believe was written by Jesus’ brother who perhaps changed his mind. So, like James and Paul in the Bible, if we find out that we’re wrong we can change our minds. And that means we’re being honest, we’re telling the truth.

 

We can say to God and to people, “I’m sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive me. Now I know the truth, the truth is what I will say.”

 

10/10/2014

James, John 7, Acts

Hello Again

Hello again, My friend

I know you think I’ve not been near

But I have watched and stepped and guided

Every step and thought and tear

 

In these, the silent years

You’ve grown to trust, heed, persevere

And I’ve come to say you’re ready

Fullness of time has now appeared

 

I will do, what I will do

I will do it in My time

Though you rebel, slow down or hasten

Obey or choose your plan, not Mine

 

I will do for you, as promised

I am faithful, to the end

And because you have believed Me

You, I’ll always call My friend

 

10/9/2014

Reflecting after Chuck Swindoll sermon on Abraham – 13 years silence then birth announcement at 99. Genesis 17

One alOne

To long to be with one you love

Should not presume one’s idolised

For when a love is placed there upon

The love’s determined, unionise

 

When one, then separation’s parting

Brings pain and strain and foreignness

Those joined and intertwined thereafter

Find torn apart, is meaningless

 

And yet, there’s only one I’m pleasing

One whose path I choose, my own

If another one will not choose with me

I’ll walk pain and strain, apart, alone

 

24/7/2014