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?
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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?
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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.”
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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

The Glowing

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Thank you for the memories,

The joys and wonders of life,

The blessing of divine glories…

What peace abundantly rife!

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You birthed me as a baby girl,

Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;

Tenderly kissed my golden curls

As I snuggled in her charms.

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Thanks for all my family and friends,

Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.

Sunshine and rain brought amends

As You sought to establish Your seeds.

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Oh God, my sins no longer sting

They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.

He entered into my life to bring

A life so much more prestigious.

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Your truth appeased my doubting heart

I was healed by Your living waters.

Eternal life You did truly impart

To my lost spirit and many others.

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I peered inside my very soul;

Faithfully, You are present there.

See that loving spirit glow…

A sweet heavenly flare!  Amen

The “G” Psalm

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The G Psalm

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Psalm 145:1-9

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God is Great.

God is to be praised Greatly.

God’s Greatness is unsearchable.

God’s majesty is Glorious.

God’s wondrous works are Great.

God is full of Great mercy.

God’s compassion is Gracious.

God’s Glory shall be praised by all the saints.

God’s kingdom is everlasting to all Generations.

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Amen.

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NaPoWriMo   Day 26

 

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Just a Little Bit

 

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“We can only see a little of the ocean,

Just a few miles distant from the rocky shore;

But out there—far beyond our eye’s horizon,

There’s more—immeasurably more.

 

We can only see a little of God’s loving—

A few rich treasures from His mighty store;

But out there—far beyond our eye’s horizon

There’s more—immeasurably more.”

…been thinking about this today and wanted to share it with you.  I like this little poem—have no idea who wrote it, much less who thought these words.  As human beings, we are so limited in abilities to fathom the greater attributes of God’s creation.  As the little poem points out, we can only see a few miles down the shore, or a tiny speck of the ocean—but there’s so much more.

I had trouble sleeping last night and tried to zoom in on these thoughts.  My mind came up with perhaps a few inches farther down the shoreline but not much more.  I wondered why I couldn’t reach further, as I struggled with deep thoughts and strains.  I finally concluded that the span of understanding and perception is nigh impossible to the human mind.  It is beyond our comprehension, and I don’t need to waste my time dwelling on it. 

Aha!  I think King David already told me that, in Psalm 131:1 “Lord, my heart is not proud nor my eyes conceited, neither do I concern myself in great matters or in things too profound for me.”

Thank you, Father, for your answered prayer last night.  Perhaps we could again take up the thought when viewed from a different perspective…heaven!

Shalom

 

 

 

 

 

Womb Talk

Newborn child, seconds after birth. The umbili...

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Womb Talk

© 2010 Jeanne E. Webster

1 day:
Conception

22 days:
Thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…thub dub…

“Gee, Papa! You were right…this is fun! It’s goin’ thumpidy thump. I feel alive!”

28 days:
“Wow! My back is gettin’ stronger, and my liver, kidneys and ‘testines are growin’ too.”

“How much longer will it be, Papa?”

35 days:
“Papa, you’re so creative. Look at my eyes, legs, and hands! They’re almost shaped. Whoopee! I’ll be playin’ in no time!”

42 days:
“Hmmm…Papa, I think I can think now, and my mowf and lips are right here! See? I’m even gettin’ fingertails!”

49 days:
“Oh, look at me twitch my nose and toes! I’ve even got eyelids now. Watch me kick and swim in this watery pouch!”

56 days:
“Papa, thank you for all these things called organs! And, gee, my bones are turnin’ from that cart’lage stuff into harder stuff!”

“Wow! I just got fingerprinted!”

“Sssh…I think I hear people talkin’. They won’t hurt me, will they? Is it dangerous out there?”

63 days:
“Oh Papa, my toofers are coming in, and these fingertails will come in handy for scritchin’ the itchies.”

“Lookee…my head goes this way and that way. Am I cool or what?!”

“Oops…hiccup…hiccup…yep, I can do that now too!”

77 days:
“I can breeve a little too, Papa.”

“Oops, watch out…I went potty!”

84 days:
“I’m hangin’ on by my thummies! Whee! All systems are go! Am I ready yet, Papa? Is everyting ok?”

(first trimester is abortion’s prime-time)

91 days:
“Blahhhhh! Did you hear that noise I made? Ha Ha!”

“I’m learning to use my lungs by breevin’ fluid.”

“This thummie comes in handy. It kind of ends up in my mowf lots of times.”

“Was that a ‘No,’ Papa?”

98 days:
“I’m feelin’ stronger, Papa. Is my heart really pumpin’ quarts and quarts of sacred fluid ev’ryday?”

105 days:
“Papa, I can taste now too. I can’t wait to eat that peanut butter sanwinch you said us kids would like!”

4th month:
“My bones are growin’ fast and fillin’ up with that marrow stuff. And look…I’m almost 8 inches long!”

17 weeks:
“Wow, I’m dweamin’! All right! This IS fun!”

21-22 weeks:
“What did you say, Papa? If there’s trouble, I’m developed enough now to be saved? Saved from what? Are there bad things out there, Papa?”

20th week:
“I hear my mommie, Papa!”

(earliest stage that partial birth abortions are performed)

“Mommie!”

“She can’t hear me yet. I’m not afraid now, Papa. Mommie won’t let anyfing bad happen to me. It’s safe here, nice and warm and comfy.”

5-6 months:
“I’ll be needin’ some air to breeve pretty soon. This fluid is yucky!”

“Watch me grab that umbilical cord and spin around. Whee!”

“I’d better rest up; I worked up a sweat.”

“I’m really growin’! I’m almost a foot long and weigh over a pound.”

7-9 months:
“My eyetoofers are cuttin’ through already.”

“Watch these peepers work! I‘m almost all grow’d up. I can sense that Mommie is getting’ grumbly.”

“HEY!”

“WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?”

“I’M FALLIN’, PAPA!”

“I’ve dropped down into a slide. This is scary! Papa, where are you?”

“Waaaahhhhh!”