Problem PAD 13

 

Giving God Our Problems

(2 Kings 1:16, I Peter 5:7)

 

At times, we may think,

big or small,

we don’t want to bother God

with our problems.

 

Maybe He’s so busy

with the entire world

that He doesn’t care

about little ‘ol us.

 

But we don’t realize

that it bothers Him more

when we don’t commit

our problems to Him.

 

It shows our lack of faith,

not trusting that He loves us,

which He had proved

by sending His Son

 

To bridge the gap

between us and Him,

paying sin’s penalty

on the torturous cross.

 

So I aim to lay my problems

at His nail-scarred feet

and trust that He will help me

work them out in His time.

 

 

Set PAD 12

 

Jitters

 

I’m getting all set to read a poem at church. Fighting feelings similar to what I had in high school giving an oral report, when I prayed that my constitution would fail me and I’d pass out in front of everyone, but no, I was too healthy. No, it’s not that bad, as a senior citizen, standing in front of a loving congregation. I just need to convince myself that my words are worthy to read as an act of worship to a wonderful God, that they’re not just a bunch of fluff, and that God is in them and able to speak to the listeners. After all, He did use a donkey to convince Balaam not to curse Israel, He can surely use my poem.

 

Fighting the jitters

Setting my mind on the Lord

Ahhh, He brings sweet peace!

Home PAD 11

 

The Irony of My Home

 

Some may wonder

if my home is so special

why I want to leave it

and wander the world.

 

Funny thing.

Home is more home to me

featuring ornaments, paintings

and photos from faraway places.

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A silver road

Curved through the golden forest

Beckoning me to come along

Mini PAD 10-2

 

The trees dressed in white lace

Danced with their partners

Reflected in the lacy lake

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Frothy ocean edge

Wriggling snake-like on the sand

Tickling our bare toes

Blank but blank PAD 9

 

Adventurous But Cautions

 

I approach adventures thinking

the guides don’t want me to die

any more than I do.

I need to be relatively assured

that though I may be testing my limits

that it won’t be my last hurrah.

I depend on someone

who knows what they’re doing,

rather than my own skills.

And with a prayer

I take the leap,

brave the waves,

explore the depths

climb the heights

hike the trails

and be thankful

when things go well,

and I have a blast,

stretch and grow

and am ready

for another challenge.