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True Valentine 

Romans 5:8 But God proves his love for us in that whilewe still were sinners Christ died for us.

There it sat holding one square on the brown tube. What was I to do? My teeth clenched as I pursed my lips together and shook my head. “I’m always putting a new role on! Why can’t he ever do this? It only takes a couple of moments! Now I’m stuck!” 
This is just one of my pet peeves my husband may or may not know about. There is an unwritten list I keep, sometimes I tally the offenses up. But why? What good will it do for me to keep score? I know he loves me more than life; he supports my hobbies, my healthy journey, and he will get up out of bed in the middle of the night to get me a drink or to check a noise that I heard. He knows my faults, yet loves me all the more! He is human, but I believe he’s a fine example of Jesus to me. Moment by moment he lays down his life for other people so that they may have hope, peace, joy.
Right now he’s in Minneapolis taking a weeklong class so that he can better himself. He does this because he knows this is what God is called him to do. He studies to show himself approved.
2 Timothy 2:15 

Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth.
I’ve been studying the Bible,taking classes, but what for? So I can be like the Israelites and use it against the one God gave me, so I can believe I’m the “better one?” 
God went to the Gentiles, because the Israelites rejected Him. I know I give my husband countless reasons to have a pet peeve list with me, yet He doesn’t remind me of it. My husband has laid down his life for me, because he loves me with an unconditional love. Maybe I too should follow Christ’s example, stop acting like a Pharisee and throw my list away.  

Hope For The Apple

The earth crumbles beneath calloused feet

that gets tangled within The Vine.

Tiny wings holding such weight

longing for relief.

The heart beats;

The lungs pump,

dancing with the growing crowd of cells.

Oh how quickly the ground quakes

trying to bury such joy!

And the petite appendages struggle once again.

Where can Hope find Shelter?

It is among the branches

of The Vine where the fruit grows!

That is where the tremors cease

as the earth learns to trust

The Gardner once again.

Game of Promise

With a light
stretched from a lamp,
memories pull me
as you dream –
Traces of our hands
woven together;
The joy which bounces ’round
with tiny footsteps;
The Books we’ve read aloud;
A beauty that grows
from the soil
watered from the moments
of heartache;
Our puppets
with stories to tell;
Chasing puppies;
Thanksgiving meals;
Oh, that cat!;
Christmas dinners;
A portrait that’s taking shape;
Chess pieces never declaring
the victory we have.
The promise I wear
is held in my heart….
a fidelity that is secured
by The Light
that shines brighter
than the lamp
which now
outshines the bulb.

Invitation To This Dance

If I’m all but ” cells ”
because the trials of life
plugged the only way
I can capture sound
that would melt my heart…
If I’m all but a ” mass of flesh ”
because the adversity
of the day
blinded the only windows
to this house ……
If I’m all, but ” me “,
because my mind
has vanished in time…..
Will you still dance
to the beat of my heart,
clothing yourself
with our fine memories
as we both await
The Train to The Banquet?