Tag: life

God Speaks From The Mind Of A Five-Mouth Old Infant

On By SonjaIn Building Spiritual Bridges, Prayers for Families, Prayers For New Beginnings, Uncategorized4 Comments 
Oh, no!  More new faces and groping hands.
They pull and stretch me just like a rubber band.
Why do they think they have to pinch my checks
And doesn't anyone use Listerine or brush their teeth.

Mom, Dad, give a five-month old little guy a break.
We just went through this last week and my body still aches.
Oh, no! Not the little guy.  Don't give me to him again.
On the first go round, he punched me dead on the chin.

Stop tickling my stomach, you ole bat.
Yes you, in that stupid looking hat.
Who are you anyway, with your lips poked out
I guess you want to plant on me a kiss, right on my mouth.

I heard somebody say, "This one's your cousin, and here is Auntie Sue,
Give Uncle Montgomery a big smile and hug Grandma's neck, wont you."
The response was, "Isn't he cute.  He looks just like Grand daddy Bill,
I sure wish he was alive to see his grandson.  He would be thrilled."

How long did they say these people would  be here
And why do I feel like everybody is my peer.
For some reason most of them look alike
And my dog, Boomer, after sniffing them, did not take one bite.

Well, just maybe this bunch of folks are special
They do seem to love me much more. 
They brought me lots and lots of gifts and things
Far more than those people from next door.

Did I hear Mommy say 'Mommy'
Is she addressing that ole bat by that name.
Oops, here they come in my direction
It seems like lots of names in this room are the same.

Now, I noticed that Daddy and Mommy and me are called Roses'
But the visitors in this house are acting like they are the bosses.
They are chasing my dog and scaring my little cat,
And eating everything in sight except my formulae, what's with that!

But the truth is, the more they hang around and play with me
The more I'm beginning to like them
Especially the old one who has the nice cushions
I guess she is the pillow for everybody to relax on.

At first I was wondering if I would like where God had placed me
With a daddy and mommy and a doggie and a kitty
Now I know I am satisfied thanks to all these extra people
Uncles and aunts and cousins and grandpas and granny's.

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Innermost Confessions With A Patient God

						

				On  By SonjaIn Uncategorized2 Comments			

					


		

			

Oh, Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! I exclaimed after I had finished reading the precious information therein. I was shocked. While at the same time filled with awe, dabbing at wet eyes, recalling vividly the exact cites and houses we were both residing in at that time.





LORD, I WHISPERED.  WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU?





A CONVERSATION WITH MY DAUGHTER
 WHICH POINTED ME CLOSER TO GOD
 THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 2003


I was sitting at my computer attempting to download an attachment from an e-mail when the phone rang. It was long distance from my pregnant daughter (all of 6 weeks) with a dilemma. “What”s wrong,” I asked.

“Oh, everything is fine with the baby and all,” she said from the comfort of her Dallas home she shared with her husband.
“But lately I have been having startling dreams about Dad. Yes, I know he’s been dead for 13 years and I accept that, but I wake up perplexed and troubled. I since something’s wrong.”

She sighed heavily, so I used that moment as my opportunity to speak. “What do you want me to do?” “How can I help you?” I said.

“Well, mom, I consider you my spiritual buddy. I called my brother but could only make small talk with him. I couldn’t bring myself to discuss my dreams. But I believe you can help me. I so wish Dad was here to see our baby. I feel so badly knowing that I wont be able to turn around and place the baby in his arms.” She blurted out all of these sentences in rapid succession and I honestly could feel her anxieties.

After quietly listening to her rambling on for a long time, I asked her if she was ready for me to respond. She said yes, so I began with a short prayer. “Thank you, God for showing me the answer.” “Listen my child, my first thoughts are of the last serious conversation you told me you had with your father. Do you remember?”

“You mean the time Dad was driving me to the airport in Detroit and I was led by the Holy Spirit to ask him if he believed in God? I also think I told him I was praying for him.””Yes, that’s the time. And that is what’s bothering you,” I interjected. 

“You know, mom. Dad never answered me. After a long silence he just said, why are you praying for me? I shrugged and let the matter drop. But, you know what happened. The next month he was dead.”

“Don’t you see, Sweetheart. In your dreams you want to talk to your Dad’s spirit to tell him about the baby but your spirit is troubled because you don’t know where your Dad’s final resting place is. You are looking at his earthly life and assuming the worst. 

You must always remember, “works” do not get you into nor keep you out of heaven. God looks at the heart.” Those were not my words but the answer to that whispered prayer.

















Yes, a baby boy was on the way.  My 4th grandson is 23 now.










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