Spaces


Except for tops that spin
And books and pomes
And my father’s grin,
I like spaces best of all.
Inside, outside, upside downside,
Narrow spaces where I can crawl.

Inside my house
Under a chair,
Behind a door
In my lion’s lair;
Pausing, whisper like, on a stair,
I listen, hear, and stop to see,
And no one ever knows it’s me.
“Hush,” says my mother. “Is that a mouse?”
When it’s only me, hiding in my house.

My clothes are space, too: a shirt,
My pants,
My socks,
A dress,
A skirt,
And in my shoes, below my clothes
Are spaces there
For
All
My
Toes.

Outside, my spaces are things that grow:
A tree,
A bush,
A hill of snow.
(Except for rocks, that, as I grow taller,
Seem to shrink and grow much smaller)
I listen, hear, and stop to see.
And no one ever knows it’s me.
“Hear that?” They say! “A hair, a bird.”
When it’s really me, the noise they’ve heard.

But my very favorite space,
Behind my nose,
Behind my face,
Above my ears,
And past my tears,
Way in and back beyond,
Where I sort out my thoughts,
And sighs,
And shouts,
And cries,
That is where I like to be
Because I know that’s really me.
~Author unknown

 

(photo:  White Shar-Pei Puppy in Box ca. 1996)

Pillow Talk

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My pillow is my best friend
Oh yes it sure ‘nuff be
It’s soft an’ so cuddly
So silky an’ snuggly
It helps make me sleepy.

Night or day or naptime
It’s always there for me
It’s lazy an’ so lumpy
So cozy an’ so comfy
How it pleases me.

When day is done I’m tired
Oh yes I sure ‘nuff be
Too daffy an’ so dilly
Silly an’ so nilly
Ole sleepyhead is me!

Thank you, Lord, for pillows
They’re the bestest things
For resting an’ for nesting
Jesting an’ for guesting
Oh, the joys they do bring!

Shalom

 

 

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New Year Pause


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Resolutions, everyone? How about a revelation then? I’m not a great resolutionist of idle thought, but give me revelation of a gap in my relationship with God, I’ll report for duty every time. This New Year I have resolved to intensify my closeness to God. My spirit tells me I need to; my heart rejoices with the thought.

Where do I begin this trek? I think I’ll start with my prayer time. I’ve rather become a mite flippant, a little fiddling instead of a lot of communicating. With a bit of introspection, we could all draw closer to God, don’t you think?

A favorite hymn that always causes me to ponder with wonder:
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I Know Whom I Have Believed
~Daniel W. Whittle 1840-1901

I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me he hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for his own.

Refrain:
But I know whom I have believed,
And am persuaded that he is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

 

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.

Refrain:

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing us of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word
Creating faith in Him.

Refrain:

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.

Refrain:

BUT I KNOW WHOM I HAVE BELIEVED,
AND AM PERSUADED THAT HE IS ABLE
TO KEEP THAT WHICH I’VE COMMITTED
UNTO HIM AGAINST THAT DAY.
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Happy New Year, my friends in Christ.
Shalom,
Jeanne

Soul Speak

“I wonder if the world is full
Of other secrets beautiful,
As little guessed, as hard to see,
As this sweet, starry mystery?
~
Do angels veil themselves in space,
And make the sun their hiding-place?
Do white wings flash as spirits go
On heavenly errands to and fro,
While we, down-looking, never guess
How near our lives they crowd and press?
~
If so, at life’s set we may see
Into the dusk steal noiselessly
Sweet faces that we used to know,
Dear eyes like stars that softly glow,
Dear hands stretched out to point the way,–
And deem the night more fair than day.”
~unknown
+ + +

 

Hello folks:

I like this.

Somehow it speaks to my soul today.  I know it’s not scripture…but it speaks words of the Spirit.

Perhaps knowing I was ill at ease It touched my spirit in a way

That soothed me…
Calmed me…Reassured me…

As if I sensed a familiar hand on my shoulder–firm but gentle.

I wanted to share this with each one of you…
Perhaps you also will “see”
And be blessed with me.

Amen

© Jeanne E Webster – All rights reserved

He Came…He Redeemed


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From a tiny baby in Mary’s womb
To a Savior risen from the tomb–
He came…
to save the lost.

In Gethsemane’s night He agonized much
His Father’s heart, He surely touched–
He paid…
the ultimate cost.

From Nazareth town a carpenter’s son
To a wooden cross, His onus done–
He redeemed…
our every sin.

From heaven down to earth below
He would be lifted up to show–
He is…
our everything.

Come, Emmanuel, this holy day
Bless our Nativity Feast we pray–
He commands…
us to love.

Little Child, Our King of Kings
Let Your true love help us sing–
Oh, sing…
in heaven above!

(O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in, be born in us today.

We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emmanuel.)
~Phillips Brooks, 1868

Christmas—Plain and Simple

©2010 Jeanne E Webster – All rights reserved

 

The bells are ringing, people singing
It’s Christmas time again
The hustle and bustle begins a-winging
Over the minds of men.

Think back to the time of our Lord’s birth
The angels proclaimed on high
No bells and people shopping on earth
Just a little baby’s cry.

Shepherds and wise men came to worship
This tiny newborn king
No endless, mindless shopping trip
To buy some inane thing.

Let’s keep the day of Christ-mas holy
A sacred spiritual day
A Child was born in a manger lowly
And a King was born this day.

Let’s call the “Santa” day of giving
A warm, salacious way
Of spreading cheer and robust living:
Let’s call it “Gifting Day!”

Christ-mas Day, on the other hand,
Is one of introspection
The celebration of a feast so grand
It’s the Spirit’s redirection!

Come, let us reason together, I say
Enjoy your Gifting Day
I’m of the mind to give thanks and pray
On this my Christ-mas Day.

 

Are You Ready?

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Are you ready for Christmas? I guess that depends on what I mean by “Christmas.”

Is your shopping done? Have you gotten all the gifts on your list?  If not, you’re not ready for Christmas. It takes quite an organized person to bring this about so early in the season. You still have two weeks to shop, select necessary items, make catalog purchases, order gifts online, and perhaps have time remaining to gift wrap, package, ship out, then take a deep breath of relief. You’ve got it all in hand. You’ve done your duty, to family and friends.

On the other hand…are you ready for Christmas? Are you ready to celebrate the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ?

No shopping list needed, no gifts to buy, no weeks of shopping ahead, no hurrying and scurrying here and there in a frantic rush amid the masses. All you need is an open heart and a listening ear.

Do you hear the music? Listen…with your heart and spirit:

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O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie;

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by.

Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light;

The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

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For Christ is born of Mary; and gathered all above,

While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love.

O morning stars together proclaim the holy birth;

And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on earth.

 

How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is given!

So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His heaven.

No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin,

Where meek souls will receive Him, still the dear Christ enters in.

 

O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray;

Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today.

We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell;

O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel. Amen

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Father, we celebrate the birth of your Son, Jesus Christ…

Your Heavenly gift to us so long ago on that dark night in Bethlehem town. No one heard His coming as Mary gave birth in a lowly manger. The angels heralded the news to meek souls below, as they told us that a Savior was born, which was Christ our Lord. As we sing praises and glory to you this Christmas day, we give thanks for this precious Child, our King. Come into our hearts, abide with us, O Lord, be born in us today! In His dear name we pray, amen.

Are you truly ready for Christmas? May we join together and say a heartfelt amen to that. AMEN!

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