Only thru the Blood Of Jesus

The Road By: Maxine M. Life is a journey, a ROAD on which we ALL MUST walk day by day We start as a helpless infant, content…in our parent’s arms, to lay But soon we want down to experience the road ourselves…independence convey At first we can only crawl, then walk, run, jump…oh so much to learn There’s hills, valleys, bends & curves to navigate, wondering ‘what’s around the next turn?’ Road signs appear that WARN!!...there are pitfalls to discern The road is full of diverse people, whom we walk among all the way Different ages, different colors, different genders, some have different gods to which they pray Some are behind us on the road, some way ahead…take time to hear what they have to say Friendships are formed with some around us, those in whom we can confide And often we find a “special” person with whom we can walk side by side The one we want to be on the road with forever…hand in hand, stride for stride But peop...

Jesus “Knows”, Jesus “Understands” By: Maxine M. Empathy – defined as identifying with another’s emotions, the feelings life can demand For only one who has gone through the same thing can truly understand Empathy KNOWS 1st hand…sympathy can only lend a helping hand So, while we appreciate sympathy, empathy weaves bonds with special thread Comfort can come from those who have the same road tread We draw strength from those who have gone on ahead You might say “there’s no one who could KNOW what I’m going through” “I wish they did, then maybe they could tell me what to do” Well, there is ONE who CAN empathize, no matter what troubles may accrue Are you sad, sorrowful, suffering a loss, looking for relief? The Bible states – Jesus was a Man of Sorrows and acquainted with grief He KNEW ALL possible sorrow, even though His time on Earth was brief Born in poverty & squalor? Good fortune has never, your direction...

Treasures Left Behind By: Maxine M I hurried to her room this morning with a funny story to share But the room was dark, strangely silent, the bed empty and stripped bare Sadly, I knew, never again would I see her there Everything else was right where it had been the day before On her nightstand, the diamond necklace she always wore A long-ago gift from her husband, the young boy she’d come to adore Beside it was a picture of the day they’d become man and wife Promised to always be together, in spite of hardship or strife The room was full of “things” she had worked hard for all her life All the treasures she could bring to “the home” for her final year The special things…the things she held MOST dear The rest, given away…this generous thought brought her cheer There were mementos of trips taken back in the years when she was young… Days of being a happy care-free girl, a college degree over the bed was hung And a boo...