It Goes On

© Jeanne E Webster–All rights reserved



Life is filled with many wonders, some shrouded in golden ecstasy while others forever etched within tortured souls. It is an arduous and exhilarating labor, long and short, hopeful and hopeless, fulfilling and fleeting, and promising and forsaking.

It begins with a scream and ends with a moan, loves one day and hates the next, promises the world with one hand and waves goodbye with the other. Somewhere in between babies are born and people die, lovers marry and the disillusioned divorce, families build up and discord knocks them down, adults fight and children hurt. Such is life.

Mature life begins with shy smiles, cuddling looks, love oozing from the seams of passion, pure innocence in all its meant-to-be fashion. Babies snuggle at the breast, prideful glances are exchanged with cooing and oh-so-gentle touches of love. Brief bliss offers fulfillment. Home was security until a thing called the “Viet Nam war” bombed the soul out of young hearts just beginning their walk down the aisle of life.

The eruption of this foolhardy war blasted despair on the idyllic scene and in a few short years family units deteriorated into shambles.  Parents divorced, bitterly forging a sword of despair and unforgiveness into once solid family trees—forever. Like animated ghosts of the past, fathers and mothers tread wearily along what’s left of life, separated by wounds too deep to heal and too long ago remembered.

The children are resilient but deeply wounded nonetheless. They reach adulthood and marry, clinging dearly to high hopes, bearing young and slowly resurrecting their family trees. But all too soon they realize that, “Life begins with a scream and ends with a moan, loves one day and hates the next, promises the world with one hand and waves goodbye with the other.”

A story told by an angel on the wing, carrying heavenward life’s shattered things.

Bloody Mud



© Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

Have you ever had wondering days
When you sit and reflect upon things?
Certain thoughts will linger and laze,
Before you know it… take wings.

I wondered about Mary today,
The mother of Jesus, our Lord.
She tarried with intent to stay,
Heart and soul of woeful accord…

That day when they took Jesus, her son.
They mangled him … nailed him fast.
Judas betrayed this holy One
For silver that would never last.

She tarried on that blood-soaked hill,
Weeping… needing to hold her boy.
Discerned his body they did kill
But never would his spirit destroy.

His ravaged flesh taken from the tree;
Mary’s tears flowed with his blood.
She cradled him so lovingly
As the soil churned into red mud.

His corpse was taken to a tomb quite near,
Wrapped up in spices and herbs.
Mary trudged home with Sabbath tears,
A heavy heart greatly disturbed.

Do you think underneath all that dirt,
This hill still preserves hallowed mud…
The evidence of Mary’s hurt—-
Her tears mingled with Jesus’ blood?

A Wondering Day

 

 

© Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved

Have you ever had “wondering” days
When you sit and reflect upon things?
Certain thoughts will linger and laze,
. . . before you know it, take wings.
.
I’m wondering about Mary today,
The mother of Jesus, our Lord.
Lingering resolve to woefully stay,
This event of such tragic accord.
.
Evil prevailed on that cross up high. . .
They mangled him then nailed him fast.
Judas betrayed this holy One. Why?
For silver that would never last.
.
Mary tarried on that blood-soaked hill,
Weeping… needing to hold her boy.
Knowing that his body they did kill
But never could his spirit destroy.
.
His ravaged flesh was taken off the tree;
Mary’s tears flowed with his blood.
She cradled him ever so lovingly
As the soil churned into red mud.
.
His corpse was taken to a tomb quite near,
Wrapped up in spices and herbs.
Mary trudged home with Sabbath tears,
Her heavy heart greatly disturbed.
.
Do you think underneath all that dirt,
This hill still preserves hallowed mud…
Evidence of Mary’s excruciating hurt-
Her tears mingled with Jesus’ blood?

 The Terrible “T”s

heartbreak

 

© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved and observed.

What a beautiful day today! The sky is blue, the breeze is cleansing, the birds are singing and all is well… No–not really. Just look around you; read the newspaper; watch the television news. There’s trouble in “River City” and it starts with “T:” “T” for trials, tribulation, terror, turmoil, tension, and trepidation. Some days we are so overwhelmed with the struggles of living, we darn near give up. Well, DON’T!

 

Have you a heart that’s weary
Tending a load of care
Are you a soul that’s seeking rest
From the burden you bear?

Do you know my Jesus
Do you know my friend
Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?

— Instrumental —

Who knows your disappointments
Who hears each time you cry
Who understands your heartaches
Who drys the tears from your eyes.

Do you know my Jesus
Do you know my friend
Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?

Have you heard he loves you
And that he will abide till the end?…
~Skeeter Davis

Did you know that Jesus sees your every teardrop?
Did you know that Jesus knows your pain?
Did you know that Jesus is the best friend you’ll ever have?

Why, you say. Because he loves you with a love you’ve never known. It’s a heavenly love. It came down from heaven, and for over 2,000 years, has spread all over this earth. It comes free of charge, is non-judgmental, is yours for the asking, and you can’t out give it ever. It lasts forever too, just like you.

Jesus loves you so much he wanted you to be loved like God created you to be loved. Once you tell him you want his love, he will come into your heart and stay there forever. Each day of your life will be wrapped in his love, protection, joy, and comfort. The world may deal you hardship, but within your spirit is One who can buffer that with such sweet relief. He’ll go with you through the valleys and up those mountaintops. He is truly the best friend you’ll ever know.

Begin today to know this special person, this superhuman Savior, this wonderful Comforter. Get out your Bible and read about him. Did you know that as you read the Bible, you are being taught by the Holy Spirit? Yes, you are guided and led by the Holy Spirit to the truths that God’s Word reveals to anyone that is thirsty and hungry for true love and eternal security.

Ask Jesus to come into your heart.
Seek to know him.
Knock on the door of his heart and he will let you in.

He’s really there, waiting for you, ready to love and comfort you. As a little child, open your heart and let him in. Make this the best day of your life.

“Have you heard he loves you…?” Yes, you have.

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”

Have You Heard?

hear

 

© Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved and observed.

What a beautiful day today! The sky is blue, the breeze is cooling, the birds are singing and all is well… No–not really. Just look around you; read the newspaper; watch the television news. There’s trouble in “River City” and it starts with “T:” “T” for trials, tribulation, turmoil, tension, and trepidation. Somedays we are so overwhelmed with the struggles of living, we darn near give up. Well, DON’T!

Have you a heart that’s weary

Tending a load of care

Are you a soul that’s seeking rest

From the burden you bear?

Do you know my Jesus

Do you know my friend

Have you heard he loves you

And that he will abide till the end?

— Instrumental —

Who knows your disappointments

Who hears each time you cry

Who understands your heartaches

Who drys the tears from your eyes.

Do you know my Jesus

Do you know my friend

Have you heard he loves you

And that he will abide till the end?

Have you heard he loves you

And that he will abide till the end?

~Skeeter Davis

Did you know that Jesus sees your every teardrop? Did you know that Jesus knows your pain? Did you know that Jesus is the best friend you’ll ever have?

Why, you say. Because he loves you with a love you’ve never known. It’s a heavenly love. It came down from heaven, and, for over 2,000 years, has spread all over this earth. It comes free of charge, is non-judgmental, is yours for the asking, and you can’t out give it ever. It lasts forever too, just like you.

Jesus loves you so much he wanted you to be loved like God created you to be loved. Once you tell him you want his love, he will come into your heart and stay there forever. Each day of your life will be wrapped in his love, protection, joy, and comfort. The world may deal you hardship, but within your spirit is One who can buffer that with such sweet relief. He’ll go with you through the valleys and up those mountaintops. He is truly the best friend you’ll ever know.

Begin today to know this special person, this superhuman Savior, this wonderful Comforter. Get out your Bible and read about him. Did you know that as you read the Bible, you are being taught by the Holy Spirit? Yes, you are guided and led by the Holy Spirit to the truths that God’s Word reveals to anyone that is thirsty and hungry for true love and eternal security.

Ask Jesus to come into your heart.

Seek to know him.

Knock on the door of his heart and he will let you in.

He’s really there, waiting for you, ready to love and comfort you. As a little child, open your heart and let him in. Make this the best day of your life.  “Have you heard he loves you…?” Yes, you have.

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”

With Love

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© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed

 

Have you ever had a glum day and couldn’t get into it?   Sure, we all have.  One of mine popped up a few days ago and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t put on that happy face and smile at the world.   I guess you’d call me a grump!  Ok.  Well, out of grumpiness comes a good idea…sometimes.

Remember this tune?–

I’m gonna sit right down

And write myself a letter,

And make believe it came from you.

I’m gonna write words oh, so sweet

They’re gonna knock me off of my feet,

A lot of kisses on the bottom,

I’ll be glad I got ’em.

 

I’m gonna smile and say,

“I hope you’re feeling better,”

And close with love, the way that you do.

I’m gonna sit right down

And write myself a letter,

And make believe it came from you.

~Fats Waller

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Well, I wrote myself a letter…and told myself all my troubles, my aches and pains, my hopes and dreams, and whatever else was on my heart.  And then I e-mailed it…to myself.

Next I wrote myself another letter…this one was from Jesus.  “He” reminded me of who I was and how I was supposed to be living.  “He” told me again of those wonderful words of life, and the promises he had made to every believer.  He knows every heartache, every teardrop, every single burden ever suffered by the human race.  And you know what?  Peace began to flow like a river and the heaviness of the day was lifted like the dust filled mist on a cool fall morning.

“He” signed the letter, “Love, Jesus.”

How could I be glum after all that?!

You see, the exercise released the toxic potion within me, and Jesus threw it into the farthest sea.  He is the Healer of mankind and can mend all your broken dreams and days.  Partake of your daily supplements; they’re written in the Bible. The Holy Spirit will show you the way.  Swallow your pride along with the supplements and you’ll heal much faster.  Maybe you will want to write a letter…

 

 

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God Forsaken

Tree Trunk

 

 

© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved
.
Have you ever had “wondering” days
When you sat and reflected upon things?
Unique perceptions linger and laze,
And before you know it, take wings.
.
I was wondering about Mary today,
The mother of Jesus, our Lord,
How she tarried with intent to stay,
Heart and spirit of woeful accord,
.
On that day when they took her son,
Laid him down and nailed him hard
To a rough-hewn tree. It was done;
Thirty pieces of silver the reward.
.
She waited atop that forsaken hill
Weeping, wanting to hold her boy.
She knew that his body they did kill
But his spirit they could not destroy.
.
His ravaged remains lifted off the tree;
Mary’s tears mingled with his blood.
Softly she cradled him ever so lovingly
As the soil turned into a rich red mud.
.
His corpse was taken to a sepulcher near
And wrapped with ointments and spices.
Mary trudged home spewing Sabbath tears,
Her heart crushed into a thousand slices.
.
I wondered today if underneath all the dirt,
That hill still preserves hallowed mud,
Evidence of Mary’s godforsaken hurt:
Her tears mingled with Jesus’ blood.