You told me to slow down my pace,
You had a plan for me
And it would place me somewhere else
Than where I’d planned to be.
With precious friends tonight.
It might have set my schedule back,
But that will be alright.
With such a loving pair,
And I was grateful when I left
To have had the time there.
Reminded me of You.
A reminder I took to heart,
As You knew I would do.
Their kind and gentle way.
It may have set my schedule back,
But it sure made my day!
And let us consider how to stir up one another to love
and good works
Whoever walks with the wise becomes wise, but the
companion of fools will suffer harm.
Tuesday, September 29, 2026
Precious Time With Precious Friends
Monday, September 28, 2026
A Moment Of Reflection
I get caught in the day to day,
The drama and the strife.
When I find I’m there, I step back
And reflect on my life.
Simple in many ways.
Yet, it can feel quite difficult
In the course of some days.
The blessings that I live
Only because of Your mercies
And the true hope they give.
And food enough to eat.
When I stop to count my blessings,
The tally is replete.
How can I withhold grace
For others who act as I might,
If I were in their place.
A knucklehead or two,
I need to recall that’s likely
How I must look to You.
I hope to find in me
Some of Your patience and Your grace
That others ought to see.
Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith.
Test yourselves. Or do you not realize this about yourselves, that Jesus Christ
is in you?—unless indeed you fail to meet the test!
As in water face reflects face, so the heart of
man reflects the man.
Sunday, September 27, 2026
Doing His Father's Will
What wondrous things the Lord has done.
They outnumber the stars,
And greater than all of the rest
Are dark Golgotha’s scars.
But He carried them still.
For He knew we would never be
Able to do God’s will.
And bore God’s crushing wrath
That we, who sinned, might be redeemed,
That we might walk God’s path.
That we might not be lost,
Despite knowing that He would pay,
For us, the brutal cost.
And how vast the array
Of its blessings poured out on us
From the cross that dark day.
39 And going a little farther he fell on his face and
prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me;
nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.”
Saturday, September 26, 2026
Knee Deep And Praising Him
When I’m knee deep in rising tides
I may be tossed about,
But I am not without the hope
That He will hear my shout.
And drown me in their wake,
But I will stand with faith in Him
That those waves cannot shake.
But it took years to learn
That His grace is already mine.
He gives what we can’t earn.
Reach out and take His hand.
You may feel strong enough right now…
One day you’ll understand.
And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea,
“Peace! Be still!” And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.
Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than
the waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty!
Friday, September 25, 2026
Free Indeed
I found myself, far too often,
With my thoughts fixed on me,
Instead of having them focused
On where they ought to be.
And told myself I’m why
Christ had to face crucifixion,
So my soul would not die.
Undeserving of grace,
And I could list all of the wrongs
That I should have to face.
And tell me to let go
Of the sins from which He’s cleansed me
Because He loves me so.
I raised my eyes up from myself
And looked into His face.
That was the moment when I knew
I’d turned to the right place.
Or those of anyone.
It’s about His love and His choice
To redeem everyone.
He will no longer see,
Because He chooses to forgive,
Because He still loves me.
Shame was all I could feel,
But now that they are fixed on Him,
His Word is all that’s real.
To what He’s washed away.
His is the truth I need live,
He is the only way.
Or let my past sins live.
I keep my eyes upon Him and
The grace He chose to give.
So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.
Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose
sin is covered.
Thursday, September 24, 2026
I Will Wait Patiently
I cannot find the words tonight
That my heart wants to say.
It may be time to just be still,
To be patient and pray.
But it is not yet whole.
I cannot write what I can’t hear,
Despite a faithful soul.
You’ll give the words to me.
I need to recall who’s in charge,
And to wait patiently.
And wait for You to speak,
Knowing that, when You want it said,
I’ll have the words I seek.
But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it
with patience.
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his
word I hope
Wednesday, September 23, 2026
Worthy Are You, Oh Lord
In the glory of each morning
When I hear Him call my name
I rise up with soul rejoicing,
His vast wonders, to proclaim.
That He’s called me to arise.
There’s no greater aspiration
Than serving beneath His eyes.
Lift its voice in songs of praise
For the Lord who calls each morning
Is the keeper of our days!
“Worthy are you, our Lord and God, to receive glory and
honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they existed and
were created.”
Yours, O Lord, is the greatness and the power and the
glory and the victory and the majesty, for all that is in the heavens and in
the earth is yours. Yours is the kingdom, O Lord, and you are exalted as head
above all.
Tuesday, September 22, 2026
I Stand Apart, Not Alone
I have been called out more than once
Because I stand apart
And do not echo the voices
That say, “just trust your heart”.
And help out where I can,
But my eyes are fixed on the Lord
And not the works of man.
I stand for Him alone.
My heart’s not fixed on worldly dreams,
But on the grace He’s shown.
To others in this world
Because He’s told me to do so,
Not for invectives hurled.
Is a foolish mistake,
But I have seen where their path leads.
That’s not a path I’ll take.
I’ll keep standing apart.
For I stand firmly on Your Word
In body, mind and heart.
“Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you
and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be
glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets
who were before you.
the Lord while he may be found; call upon him while he is
near; let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let
him return to the Lord, that he may have compassion on him, and to our God, for
he will abundantly pardon.
Monday, September 21, 2026
Blessed Indeed
The day was off to a slow start,
I missed a step or two.
Until I stepped outside the door
And got that gift from You.
That I would not have seen
Had I’d been out the door sooner,
As I planned to have been.
Flitted across my sight,
A pileated woodpecker
Flew by in the soft light.
In the blink of an eye,
He flew by me and settled on
A pole as I passed by.
That’s how I know it’s true,
That both were gifts of love and joy
Sent just for me, from You!
And we know that for those who love God all things work
together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust
is the Lord.
Sunday, September 20, 2026
When Plans Get Changed
I wake up not knowing each day
What I will walk into.
The only confidence I have
Is that I walk with You.
In my path now and then.
It may cause me frustration, but
Such is the life of men.
It doesn’t change a thing.
Instead, I turn my eyes to You,
Lift up my voice and sing.
From me to You I find
Helps me step outside of the noise
That distracts heart and mind.
With a heart filled with hope,
Than with one full of frustrations
With which I cannot cope.
Those that are of my choice,
But now, when You change up my plans,
I'll concede and rejoice.
And we know that for those who love God all things work
together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
No wisdom, no understanding, no counsel can avail against
the Lord.
Saturday, September 19, 2026
A Prayer For Peace And Comfort
A prayer for peace for all those who
Are facing down hard things.
Sometimes it’s not answers we need,
But the peace Your grace brings.
Of changes great or small,
I ask for the strength to step out,
And faith to face it all.
Who are living in fear,
I pray that they know, without doubt,
That You are always near.
And no one sees their tears,
I pray they come to realize
You’ve been right there for years
And one of thanks, also.
You are the greatest strength and hope
That we will ever know.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in
believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the
crushed in spirit.
Friday, September 18, 2026
Cast Off The Husk Of Sin
When we hear Him calling to us
To turn from who we’ve been,
We take on a life in His Word,
Leaving behind our sin.
To find life born anew
In the grace of His sacrifice.
We change, then follow through.
His Word has washed away
The shell of who we were before.
We are made new that day.
And we have been reborn.
The husk of sin that once held us
Is cast aside in scorn.
When He lived here on earth,
Learning to love Him and to share
The wonders of rebirth.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation.
The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do
you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the
desert.
This is a Cicada exuviae. It is the shell left behind after molting.
Thursday, September 17, 2026
We're Not Alone
We sometimes feel we stand alone
Against a world that’s lost.
We face the ridicule and hate,
And there can be a cost.
The world and look to Him,
We understand we’re not alone,
And hope should not grow dim.
Never out of His sight.
Though we still stand against the world,
He’s with us in the fight.
Unyielding as a stone,
And know that He’s always with us.
We do not stand alone!
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in
trouble.
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor
rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor
depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the
love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Wednesday, September 16, 2026
First Trust, Then Rest
Another day has come and gone,
Nighttime is drawing near.
I’m giving my worries to You,
The blessings stay right here.
You helped me to get through.
Those outside my control or reach
I surrender to You.
I also feel Your grace,
For You have brought me through the noise
Into my quiet place.
When You wake me at dawn.
I’ll make my plans, but trust in Yours,
Then rise and carry on.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle
and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me
beside still waters.
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
In Storms And Hard Times
So many people that I love
Are walking through hard days.
For most, they know You and have peace,
But, Lord, please guard the strays.
The comfort of Your grace,
And when the storms come rolling in
They are swept out of place.
Thinking that they are strong.
Yet, everything that’s of this world
Will fail them before long.
And open up their eyes,
That they may know You and Your peace
Though dark storms fill the skies.
Please help them hold on to
Only that which will help them reach
Their solid ground in You.
I have said these things to you, that in me you may have
peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome
the world.”
When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
Monday, September 14, 2026
Tired And Blessed
There are some days that wear me out,
I think age plays a part,
But, nonetheless, those are the days
That also fill my heart.
With two teeth peeking through,
Or share a laugh with a loved one,
A memory or two.
As a friend walks through pain,
Knowing that when their pain is gone,
That friendship will remain.
Can wear me to the bone,
But being tired easily beats
Walking through life alone!
Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in
deed and in truth.
As for you, brothers, do not grow weary in doing good.
Sunday, September 13, 2026
The Bread Of Life, Or Toil
We always seem to want the thing
We don’t have readily.
While some pray that the rain would cease,
Others pray let it be!
The one that matters most
Is that which comes from God Himself.
There is no greater boast.
Made manifest on earth
In the life and teachings of Him
Who died for our rebirth.
Greater than redemption,
And that can only be granted
By grace, through Heaven’s Son.
He is the peace we seek.
His are the only truths this world
Still needs to hear us speak.
He is the bread of life.
If you are caught in anxious toil,
He’s your peace amid strife.
It’s there for us each day.
We can walk through life without hope,
Or with Him all the way!
The bread of anxious toil,
Or the bread of life He offers
To all of mortal coil.
“For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven
and gives life to the world.” They said to him, “Sir, give us this bread
always.”
Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; whoever
comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst.
It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Saturday, September 12, 2026
Where My Faith Rests
My weather app has lied again,
There’s just no truth in it.
Though I complain in frustration,
It doesn’t help a bit.
Operate much like that.
Life always seems to pull a fake
Rabbit out of its hat.
Most everything I know,
But there’s still one in whom I trust,
Where I can always go.
And He will hear each word,
Those I have spoken to the world,
And those just He has heard.
His grace and mercy, too,
There is no path that I have walked
That He’s not led me through.
He’s worked things out for me,
But I have always found His way
Brings me where I should be.
You do what you do best,
But my faith rests in Him alone,
Whose love and grace don’t rest.
Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without
wavering, for he who promised is faithful.
You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on
you, because he trusts in you.
Friday, September 11, 2026
The Dark Abyss
We stand upon the precipice,
Peering at the abyss,
Wondering how we reached a point
As dangerous as this.
Those who call him their king,
Wield sin and evil, hate and fear,
With all the death they bring.
They’ve already come in,
And we can see the black abyss
That dwells within such men.
Then we become their prey.
There will be no place we can hide
Until the judgement day.
We have a choice to make.
Don’t be deceived, instead recall
Our children are at stake.
Then I assure you this,
We’ll watch all those we love cast out
Into that dark abyss.
And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an
angel of light. So it is no surprise if his servants, also, disguise themselves
as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their deeds.
a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a
time for peace.
Thursday, September 10, 2026
In Rain Or Drought
Some days it rains on my parade,
Other days it’s a drought.
Yet, either way I sing Your praise,
That’s what faith is about.
Or what You know I need,
I’m raising up a song of thanks.
For they’re Your gifts, indeed.
Of me and hold to You,
But, when I recall Your vast grace.
That’s what I’ll always do.
To You, I’ll lift my praise.
Through rain or drought, my faith’s in You.
Your mercies still amaze!
Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice
of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise
the Lord!
Wednesday, September 9, 2026
Joy In Simple Things
It didn’t seem like a big thing,
A low spot in the lawn
Where the spring rains had pooled a bit.
By dusk it would be gone.
They didn’t need a lake,
Just a small spot where they could find
Some rest and a short break.
Then, before dusk came on,
They quacked with joy and spread their wings,
Took off and they were gone.
Still brings me such delight,
But when I see this reminder
My day just feels so right.
That simple joys are best,
And that I’m wealthy past belief
When my soul is at rest.
And the delight I feel
Each time I’m reminded my joy
In simple things is real.
Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have
learned, in whatever situation I am, to be content.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence
there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
Tuesday, September 8, 2026
Vengeance Is Yours, Not Mine
I’m listening to You tonight,
Not giving You commands.
I don’t need to explain it all
To one who understands.
And those who rant and shout,
Demanding that I praise their sin
And do not call it out.
Rage they have poured on me,
But vengeance is not mine to take,
That’s not how I’m to be.
Of these points, now and then.
I may, and shall, condemn their deeds,
But give to You, their sin.
I can pray they return,
But I cannot punish them for
The evil scars they earn.
And, when I should not speak,
Please give strength to hush, instead.
Your wisdom’s what I seek.
Those who rejoice in sin.
You know when vengeance is needed,
And when grace should begin.
Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the
wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the
Lord.”
Do not say, “I will repay evil”; wait for the Lord, and
he will deliver you.
Monday, September 7, 2026
Eternity To Eternity
Yesterday, today, tomorrow,
One thing remains the same.
God’s in control and we are not,
Despite what some might claim.
The heavens and the earth.
It will be so beyond earth’s end,
And was before its birth.
Is but a farce and lie.
God does not relinquish His might,
His kingdom cannot die.
But in His holy name,
Knowing that His redeeming grace
Is there for us to claim.
We lift to You our praise.
To You alone, in Trinity,
Forever and always.
“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who
is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the
everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or
grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable.
To the King of the ages, immortal, invisible, the only
God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.
Sunday, September 6, 2026
A Branch Of The Vine
God planted His Word in this earth,
And Christ became His vine.
All those who live and grow in Him
Are fruit, ample and fine.
To the vine’s sanctity,
Then that fruit which it produces
Will grow abundantly.
It withers and will die.
Without Him, it will bear no fruit,
However it may try.
His mercies with us all,
But few are those branches that choose
To answer to His call.
That withers and is lost.
Stay close to Him, rooted and strong,
Through drought or bitter frost.
As the harvest draws nigh,
For that fruit which still lives in Him,
He’ll gather by and by.
I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me
and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do
nothing.
Yet I planted you a choice vine, wholly of pure seed. How
then have you turned degenerate and become a wild vine?






















