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Me and My God Talking…

My quiet time is in the morning…

God and I have many conversations at this time…

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Is it prayer?

I actually just call it talking… k4923057

You won’t hear my voice… but, God does

It’s a time I bring up all of those who are in need… Sometimes me

and if you were able to hear

You would hear this soft voice telling me in a quiet way

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Things I need to do…

People I need to give special care to…

Cards I need to write…k7124984

People I need to call…k12000398

Kind words that need to be spoken…

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I try and listen

and take heed to these loving words coming to me…

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Someone was laid on my heart today…

and so… I will have to do it…

what God has whispered in my ear to do…

It’s usually just a kind actti087a0203

I’m not HimI am just his messenger…

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but, He has given me this wonderful task of helping others in small ways…

What an honor!

Where God Ain’t!… My Sunday Grateful!- May 12, 2013

            A little poem emailed to me today…

This will be “My Grateful” for today…

Grateful that God shows us in so many ways His wonder!

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He was just a little boy,

On a week’s first day.

Wandering home from Bible School,

And dawdling on the way.

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He scuffed his shoes into the grass;

He even found a caterpillar.

He found a fluffy milkweed pod,

And blew out all the “filler”.

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A bird’s nest in a tree overhead,

So wisely placed up so high…

Was just another wonder,

That caught his eager eye.

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A neighbor watched his zigzag course,

And hailed him from the lawn;

Asked him where he’d been that day

And what was going on.

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“I’ve been to Bible School “,

He said and turned a piece of sod.

He picked up a wiggly worm k13729777replying,

“I’ve learned a lot about God“.

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“M’m, very fine way”, the neighbor said,

“for a boy to spend his time”.

“If you’ll tell me where God is,

I’ll give you a brand new dime”.

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Quick as a flash the answer came!

Nor were his accents faint.

“I’ll give you a dollar, Mister,

If you can tell me where God ain’t !”

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“In God We Still Trust!”

After our country k0169345seeing, hearing and living through some horrific events lately… this song gives me courage to uplift my source of faith… belief… and pride..

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So thankful for my provider… and hope… that there will be better days ahead…

I know we haven’t seen the likes of so many people in other countries… but, just a taste is enough for me to want it to end NOW!…

God Bless America..

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In God I Trust!…

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You place your hand on His Bible, when you swear to tell the Truth
His name is on our greatest Monuments, and all our money too,
And when we Pledge allegiance, there’s no doubt where we stand,
There is no separation, we’re one Nation under Him.

Chorus:
In God We Still Trust
Here in America
He’s the one we turn to every time
The goin’ gets rough
He is the source of all our Strength
The One who watches over us
Here in America
In God We Still Trust

Now there are those among us, who want to push Him out,
And erase His name from everything, this country’s all about,
From the Schoolhouse to the Courthouse, they’re Silencing His Word,
Now it’s time for all Believers, to make our Voices heard.

In God We Still Trust,
Here in America
He’s the one we turn to every time
The goin’ gets rough
He is the source of all our Strength
The One who watches over us
Here in America
In God We Still Trust

Here in America
Here in America
Here in America,

In God We Still Trust
Here in America,

In God We Still Trust
Here in America

Daily Prompt: Sliced Bread!

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King James
Bible (Cambridge Ed.)

Matthew 4:4
But he answered and said, It is written, Man
shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the
mouth of God.

This was my first thought on sliced bread

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could just slice some nice warm breadk7735029

take small bites… and the words and thoughts of God would enter us…

But, He gave us the choice… eat or not

I remember in Elementary School… when “Bible Reading” was still permitted…

that I chose this verse to read… I actually just opened the Bible and chose the verse that said something to me…

It has remained ever since…

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“That’s one of my favorite verses too!”…

The small things that we carry throughout our lives that have influencd us…

Amazing isn’t it???

Putting “My Hand” in “His”

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“For I am the Lord,  your God, who grasp your right hand.  It is I who say to you, “Fear not, I will help you.” Is 41: 13

through Him with Him in Him… has inspired me!…

Simple thoughts come through her blog… with the Lord’s guidance…

The thought of “My Hand in His”… is such an awesome feeling…

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How could I fail at any endeavors I try…

How could I have any fear…

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How could I not have the courage to go forward with things my heart is telling me to do…

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I hope to be able to tell you of changes that occur within me this coming year… and steps to journeys that have been locked within me…

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I will take His hand and accept His guidance…

Maybe our world will too!

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So SIMPLE!… it was there all along!

“Softly”…

Gift…

Soft … Something that is pleasing… agreeable to the senses… It brings ease and comfort… It can be quiet in pitch or volume… It may show tenderness… Have a gentle appearance… It shows kindness… It might feel smooth… delicate in texture… It has a mildness… effortless feeling… and is done in a leisurely manner…

A poem written by me in 1983… The last one… in a series that I have blogged here in the last few weeks… Finished… after receiving my answers…

“Softly”

Softly… like the steps of a kitten

Softly… like new falling snow

Softly… Like the sweet kiss from a child

Softy… like the wise words of wisdom

Softly… like the touch of a Mother’s hand

Softly… like the texture of velvet

Softly… like a smiling face

Softly… like fur of a bunny

Softly… like the smell of Spring rains

Softly… like new grass growing

Softly… like the feel of a baby’s skin

Softly… like the petals of flowers

Softly… like the look in someone’s eyes

Softly… like the smell of fresh-baked bread

Softly… like the stillness of night

Softly… like the sun rising in all it’s glory

Softly… like the moon lighting up the sky

Softly… like sun sparkling on water

Softly… like the touch of holding hands

Softly… like comforting words

Softly… the stroke of an artist’s brush

Softly… like the smoothness of wood

Softly… like the love we feel toward one another

Softly… like the strength of our souls

Softly… like the voice of one in prayer

Softly… like the worn pages of a Bible

Softly… like the colors of a rainbow

Softly… like the breeze swaying the trees

Softly… like the love God has for us

Softly… like the belief of “One” unseen

Softly… like the Spirit moving

Softly… like unanswered questions

Softly… yes, softly

We share our feelings, our hopes, our desires

And Softly…we grow inside!

By: Marilyn Kay Griffin – August 23, 1983 – mkg

“Stand Tall”

Gift…

It seems as though every time I try to pray … my mind gets distracted … It seems every time I try to tell someone about the Lord… I get interrupted … It seems when I am feeling the Spirit of God  I find myself doing or saying things I don’t want… It feels like I am being sabotaged! …This is when I know there are two forces that work in this world we live in… Good and Evil … I have come to the conclusion that this is the way for the Evilness to try to shut out the Goodness … And this is when I will have to try harderstay stronger… and lift my needs in “Prayer”  to feel the Goodness surround me and protect me…

“A Prayer” 

I come to “You” in prayer

To ask “You” many things-

Have “You” seen how we care?

How our hearts sing.

Have “You” heard our pleas for help?

Our prayers for our friends-

Have you see how we’ve felt?

Our shoulders how they bend.

Have you seen the hurt and pain?

Of “Your” people here-

Has it been all in vain?

Do you really care?

Do “You” see the hungry and the sick?

Fighting with every breath-

Are some prayers answered quick?

Is that why there is death?

Do you hear our pleas?

Our heartache and our woe?

For the lost families-

That’s why our heads bend low.

Do you see the struggle inside?

We fight it every day-

Could it be we’ve too much pride?

Can we learn as you say?

How can I learn to accept all?

With a love just like “Yours”-

How can we answer the call?

When worldly things still lure.

Will you lead us “Father”?

To do the things we could-

Help us to see farther-

Doing all that we should.

“Lord”, be with your children-

Who need to learn of you-

Keeping us from sin-

Please, be with us as we do.

Be with us every day-

Don’t forsake us now-

We’ll continue to pray

And teach our children how.

We’ll try to say thank you-

Every day that we live-

For everything “You” do-

And all that “You” give.

Just take care of us-

And forgive us one and all-

Till we learn to be just-

And as Christians we stand tall!

By: Marilyn Kay Griffin – July 31, 1983 – mkg 

“Reaching Out”

Gift…

I have seen God work “in mysterious ways”   as a little niece put it… I have seen Him work in such a quiet way  … that it’s done before you realize it… I have seen Him use such forcefulness  … that it takes your breath away… He sees what is needed for the situation so much clearer than us… I have learned through my relationship with my Lord that it is not as you might have wanted… It is not as you have planned… but, it is a teaching process  “He” teaches… we listen… we learn … The process of gaining knowledge  … The process of gaining wisdom … We do have to reach out… for Him to be able to help us… He’s not an intruder… but, when “He” steps in… it is miraculous!…

“Reaching Out” 

Reaching out with a helping hand-

Not knowing if it’s God’s plan

You feel their pain

As if pounding rain…

Has been laid upon you-

Wondering what to do…

The words come out-

You have no doubt…

God’s Spirit has come-

As a bee’s low hum…

Quietlysuffering eased-

As by a gentle breeze…

He’s touched someone again-

Taken them to where they’ve never been!

By: Marilyn Kay Griffin – July 7, 1983 ~mkg

“Humility… What Is It?”

I met the sweetest girl today… Her name was Catherine … twenty years old and she came to clean and do housework  for my friend Judy, who is too sick to do these things anymore… I picked her up with directions from Judy’s husband… Catherine has eight younger brothers and three younger sisters… She lives with her parents, grandparents and all her siblings… on the same farm … A lovely well-kept country home with many animals …. When you first see her she seems very plain… dressed in a homemade simple blue dress… with a white hat/bonnet adorning her head   … The next thing I noticed is that she wasbarefoot … by choice it seems … She doesn’t like shoes… a girl after my own heart… I liked her immediately!… No make up, but quite chatty… She has a boyfriendwho had just bought her a bedroom suit… handmade from the best materials and the workmanship was exquisite… It seems if they are dating and thinking of marriage, they try to purchase furniture  for each other on special occasions such as birthdays and Christmas… smaller gifts on other holidays… so when they do decide to get married their home will be furnished… Her boyfriend can come over on Sunday evenings to see her and leaves by midnight… This young woman is very diligent in her job…stopping only for a drink of water… She did join Judy and I for a simple lunch… I asked if she prayed  before meals and she said to themselves but, if I wanted to show her how I did it, I could… I proceeded to pray as I would at any mealtime … She shook her head as to say that was fine… When they marry they will rent land or purchase it…at least a 100 acres… and farm … Staying close to family which is so important… Her family originated from Ohio and probably before that from Pennsylvania  … In their home there is no electricity  or telephones , they ride in buggies and other horse-drawn vehicles , and wear as I described… plain, homemade clothing … They are sometimes called theplain people“… In 1693, Jacob Amman saw a lack of discipline in the church and his followers became known as the Amish“… These followers as a whole stress humility, family , community and separation from the modern world… They have mild and modest personalities… Patience, waiting and yielding to others is a mark of maturityObedience, conformity to goals and community activities  are encouraged… Work, play, worship, commerce and friendships  are kept within the Amish orbit… Modern technology is used to live, work and communicate as long as it does not disrupt family and community stability… In my state of Kentucky … it is home to the 8th largest Amish population… It is diverse and growingOccupations include woodworking, cabinetry and carpentry, blacksmiths, buggy and carriage makers , and repair shops… Tourists love their hand-made baskets , quilts  and wonderful homemade breads, jellies/jams   and sweets… Meeting this young girl made me yearn for simpler times and a directed life… I will not look at this order in the same way again…

They base their religion on the word of God, the Bible

“Do not love the world or the things in the world. If any one loves the world, love for the Father is not in him.”  I John 2:15 RSV

 

“My Kids”…

My Special kids that I worked with at school were looked at with different eyes… They were judged on their appearance, communication skills, abilities, intelligence, hair styles, clothing and physical needs … Sometimes they were loud at the wrong time , sometimes they came dressed pretty funky… more for comfort than style… sometimes their language didn’t come out as an audible language at all… sometimes they were inappropriate in giving hugs and kisses too much… sometimes they cried for what seemed no reason … sometimes they hurt themselves which such vengeance… sometimes they litteraly attacked others… sometimes no matter how hard you tried a simple task just didn’t come to them… sometimes skills such as reading and math came so slow that it took years for a simple “ABC”   to be written… As different as they were… once you got to know them and understand them… they showed qualities that just amazed you… making you look at them in such a different way …Maybe that’s humility!

Palms to Palms…Fingers to Fingers…

As I sat and looked at the beautiful stained glass windows  in the chapel…I thought how the colors were put together to be so pleasing Golds, light blues, shades of purple and greens…The sun  shining through of course is what made it so outstanding…Anything of color and design is something I scrutinize …I pick out the parts I really like and then there’s the parts I would change…These windows were mostly straight and wavy lines, blocks, rectangles and a single flower design …Some kind of Lily  I presume…In the middle of the big window above the casket…Yes, I was at a funeral…there were “praying hands” …It made me think of how often do we actually put our hands together in a praying manner …It seems we usually bow our heads…sit quietly…and hopefully we really pray…I’m not looking at anyone harder than I am myself…I have found me doing the same thing…My most fevered prayers have been on my knees  and with my hands put together palm to palm…And at those times I have felt God as if He was breathing  on me…What an awesome feeling! …I looked again at those hands that had been made of amber-colored glass …surrounded in blues, shades of purple, gold and greens…melted lead holding it all together… I wouldn’t change a thing that the designer had depicted …It had brightened my day and made me more aware of how my hands  should be when talking to God… 

 

“My Kids!”…

If we could have prayed at school…I bet there would have been lots of little hands palm to palmfingers to fingersFrom what I heard these children say…most had some sort of religion explained to them … through relatives or Sunday School and Church Answers to their questions… Jesus loves youPray when you’re in needGod is in Heaven God has a son named Jesus…If a person in their family passed away…I would hear, “They went to Heaven”…They knew the Bible was a book used in church …These kids had an  innocence that you knew God saw…Hadn’t He created them??? What an awesome stained glass window that would make!