Loving One Another

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Annihilation


Can our worlds

Blend without

The need to

Disintegrate?

Can I understand

Your hate without

Being the recipient

Of your violence?

Can our love

Exchange without

The need for me

To be there?

Can we live

Peacefully without

The need to

Kill each other?

When will violence

Cease without

The need to

Annihilate our brothers?

Open the Door


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(Photo by Charles Stanley – In Touch Ministries)

 

OPEN THE DOOR

Life is full of twists and turns –
Hardships faced and lessons learned.
We do things wrong; We make things right.
We work by day and we sleep at night.

While we are struggling to be good,
God is loving us – as He said He would.
He forgives our failures, lifts us up,
Sends us help and fills our cup.

He takes our sorrows as His own,
Understands our weakness, hears us moan.
He holds us close – draws us near,
Whispers gently in our ear:

“I am with you, never fear.
Life is hard. I feel each tear.
You’re not alone. You’re loved for sure.
There’s hope ahead. There’s life that’s pure.”

So, in the days ahead with us,
We hope you’ll rest and never fuss.
Don’t worry about what comes tomorrow.
He’ll help you find joy instead of sorrow.

Each thing in life is for a reason –
Each action has a God-given season.
You’ve had your summer and your fall.
New spring to winter – a welcomed call.

Let us surround you with love and care
‘Til Jesus calls you to a new place there.
The key to joy is around the bend –
Open the door to life’s wonderful end.

God Bless You!

ReJOYce


“Be Thankful to the Lord”

ReJOYce in the Lord,

Pray with thanksgiving,

Keep your heart in Christ –

And the peace of God will be with you.

ReJOYcing is a high calling.

God made us and called us.

He has provided for our life.

Thanks be to God.

Always be glad.

It’s a basic Christian attitude.

God gives us good reason

To reJOYce always.

Deep affection for God

Allows us to reJOYce in Him.

Christ made that affection

Possible through His resurrection.

ReJOYcing in the Lord

Makes a difference

In our lives everyday.

Love, peace, & contentment flows.

We don’t find our identity

Formed by the world or our troubles.

We live in the assurance

Of our Victory through Christ.

Paul, in prison, not only reJOYced,

But he called on all to

ReJOYce always in God

Who made, sustains, & loves us.

Let patience and kindness

Be your Christ-like trademarks.

Have no anxiety.

Do not worry – – – ever!

ReJOYce in the Lord.

Live in the Truth of God.

Pray with a faithful heart.

The peace of Christ be with you.

Amen?

Amen!!!

Changes


Life is change

Some come slowly

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Others come swiftly

In an instant

Nothing is the same

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Time stands still

Change continues

Life is change.

Childhood Memories


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I saw him approaching me
At the Historical Society’s event.
They were honoring our family,
So folks came to join us – or greetings sent.

He approached with arms extended
And I immediately recognized his face,
Even though I hadn’t seen him since
I’d moved from our homeland’s place.

I returned the hug and marveled
At the way I was transported
Back to when at four years old,
A little tuxedo he sported.

In my taffeta dress of sparkling white
And matching patent leather shoes,
I stood with flowers of yellow hue
In contrast to the bridesmaids’ blues.

Across from me carrying ring on pillow
Was my friend, Frankie, looking sharp.
We thought we were getting married, too,
As we stood and listened to the harp.

I backed up from our friendly hug
And stood looking at my friend.
My eyes glistened with tears of joy
As I was transported back again.

Back to the days when I would sit
Down on the living room floor
And try to duplicate his accordion’s sounds
On a small squeezebox, wishing for more.

More songs to play than that little box could,
More buttons to push on the left,
More keys to play on the piano side;
Wishing I could read the treble clef.

Frankie’s mother, whom I called Aunt Olga,
Although she wasn’t a blood relative at all,
Sent me home with the accordion saying,
“Play for your mom, then bring it back. Don’t fall!”

Across the rocky driveway I went
With that eight button squeezebox in hand.
My mom heard me play “Twinkle Twinkle”
And “Mary Had a Little Lamb.”

“How did you learn to play that thing?”
I could tell she was impressed.
I played again so we could sing along
As I fingered the keys and buttons depressed.

Transported back to Mrs. Jensen,
Who gave me a lesson or two
Before she said, “This accordion isn’t capable
Of doing more than you already do.”

Transported back to Girl Scout Camp
In the Sierra Nevada Mountains so green,
To the day when my parents surprised me
With the most beautiful accordion I’d ever seen.

It had one hundred twenty bass keys,
And the keyboard reached down to my knees.
Pearly white with sparkling gold keys,
I took lessons until I could play the Dance of the Bees!

Frankie reminded me I paid for the small one
With the allowance I saved every week.
Twenty-five bucks was a lot in those days.
I smiled as we parted with a kiss on the cheek.

There is nothing more precious, nothing more sweet,
Than childhood memories, friends from days past,
Chances to reconnect with those you love,
Recreate memories – and make new ones that last.

Jan Beekman
9/14/17

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Wordless Thursday


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Future Cuddles


(Written on my flight back to CA after some 4: AM cuddles with my newborn grandson in Switzerland two decades ago)

Recalling our precious time together,
I wonder about
Future four o'clock cuddles.
Who will be there
In a decade or three?
Where will your bearded cheek
Nuzzle in four decades?

Will your big, round eyes
Remain innocent,
And your heart remain pure,
And with perfect trust,
Will you find the world
Always loves you
As I do?

Wrap your fingers
Around carefully chosen thumbs,
My dear grandson.
The world is yours,
But here
There will always be
A four o'clock cuddle.

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