Letters to my next of kin

Leave a trail of where I've been

All the things I've said and done

All the prizes that I've won

All the houses that I built

And all my comforts stacked like quilts

I've worn this path, I've heard it all

No need to pray and cause a stall

Then on my way a hurdle came

A mountain tall that had no name

Do you ever wonder if you have a good heart? If selfish ambitions, ego and addictions have cast dark shadows upon your heart, I pray this poem will provide help on your journey toward God.

Can you imagine Jesus looking at you with eyes of great love? He does and He wants you to look His way as well.

What if Jesus looked at you

More deeply than you ever knew

And with no urge to run or hide

Breathless joy there at His side

Worn out? Want some rest? Check this out….

The current runs consistently

That's all it knows to do and be

But on the land I can be still

Release my cares and start to heal

How a broken fan reminds us to keep going….

We morph to suit the time of day

And grasp for things that shift and sway

Then lose our essence and our song

And wonder how it went so wrong

A story of how God met me in my judgment of others. Yikes.

And now is a good time to think of the sacrificial love that the 405,399 men and women gave who died in WWII.