Tag: trust

Forbidden Fruit

Fair Eve, the woman God gave Adam to be,
veiled in light and beauty to the eye.
Tempted to doubt God’s command,
to the forbidden tree she crept,
not heeding the warning, plucking the fruit.
The once divine seed now a noxious weed.
With tears of sorrow she wept!
At that moment, eternity ceased
and time began,
a cooling chill crossed the land.
The sting of the serpent
struck her heart,
His sinister voice following her close,
as she ran and ran,
Where was her dear Adam then?

🌷 ☀ Life In God’s Garden 🌼🌻

January 13, 2024

After That Great Week of Time!


And God planted a garden eastward in Eden and
there He put the man He had formed…*
and a river went out to water the garden.
The blue heavens for a dome, with a carpet of living green,
and delicate flowers in their rapturous colors.
It is hard to imagine a place like this,

But heaven’s time is not in our time
it is not limited to our space
it extends beyond the
imaginings of the human mind
to God a day is as a thousand
years in an eternity of bliss!

* Genesis 2:8

A new year’s letter

With the holidays nearing their end, sometimes
there is a time of letting down, with an emptiness
within, that could be called the aftermath of Christmas blues.
* * * * *
And with a new year just around the corner
it is a time for reflection.
The third day of the first month of the new
year is the anniversary of the birth of a significant
loss in my life.
* * * * *

…All is quiet after the company has come and gone, and I’m not
sure what to do on this eve of a new year.
Maybe watch a movie or just go to bed early, waiting for
the night to pass?
Or I could write a letter –
“You know there is a lot on my mind, a time for memories
of things I would rather have forgotten. My reasonings
are not safe, my thoughts are not good and I’m tempted
to fall into grief and repinings.
I had three but one is missing, my heart is thankful for the
two remaining.
But Lord, did you not have ninety and nine, but for the one
lost sheep You searched, until you found him?
You never gave up until You brought him home!
Excuse my questioning, but like Job of old who had many
more losses, questioned Your goodness
but never with cursing.
And then there is mine, You know for him I gave my all
but he couldn’t stay and fled away and now he is gone.
This lays heavy upon my heart,
why some are taken and some are left.
Its been a long road of grief and pain, as I have struggled
with doubt and tried not to complain. I do feel better now that I have
shared these words, and with the new year fast
approaching,
My prayer is for acceptance, that You know best!”

Good Wednesday, on this 5th day of ‘Twelve Days of Christmastide’

Five days past the blessed birth
Magi follow our Savior’s star
The Holy Ghost, having planted
a Child in a virgin girl
In a humble inn, oxen and ass
look upon this amazing sight
A baby’s soft skin in a cradle of hay
wrapped in swaddling clothes
prepared for Him
A young lamb by its mother’s side
bleats its sound with angel’s cries
A mother holding her child to
breast, a father kneeling beside His crib
In fields shepherds abide, keeping
watch over their flock by night
Prophecy of old, that night fulfilled
Hope, light and joy have come into the world!

Christmas Child

“The Child Is Born That Ours May Live”

In late 1791, the famous musical composer, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart,

was given a commission by a Count in Vienna, to write a mass,

commemorating his wife’s death.

While he was writing, a mysterious messenger visited him

who did not reveal himself, and Mozart came to believe he

was writing the ‘Mozart Requiem’ for his own funeral!

The same year he became very ill, and on December 5th, at the

age of 35, he died, leaving the piece to be finished by another

composer. It remains one of the greatest mysteries of music.

One Christmas season, after I started writing, I was

introduced to the mass Mozart had begun.

As I listened, its music was enthralling –

As if candles were bathing darkness in silhouettes of beautiful

reflections, angels gently passing, folding their

wings in adoration, singing in lamentations.

Melodies floating to the highest pinnacles of a massive cathedral,

in a litany of responding supplications, then after a pause of
quietness only ‘Amen’ is sung.

My motive for writing was primarily searching for the inner child

that I had lost through the chaos and confusion of childhood

experiences, hoping to find reconciliation, raising her to life

with a spiritual rebirth.

There is a verse that says “Seeking the new, we must first let go of

the old” and I wasn’t sure how to do this. I was terrified of the

child that kept haunting me. I realized that

I was trying to do something that was beyond my ability, that

only a Power greater than I, could fulfill this great desire!


At this Advent season, we celebrate the birth of the Son of God,
who humbled himself, experiencing suffering and death that
our restless child within may be reborn and set free!