Nick and I made a promise clear: One whole month on the potty, my dear, And you could choose a prize to celebrate, Something special, something great.
Sophia chose her favorite doll, A doctor, smart and kind and tall. Her love for dolls, an endless stream, This one, a part of her big dream.
At the checkout, the cashier’s eyes Grew curious about the prize. "Is this for a birthday?" she asked with cheer, Sophia stared, not quite sure.
The doll was her prize, I said with pride, For potty training, her growing stride. But then the woman’s puzzled face Turned the moment into a different space.
“Are you sure this is the doll you want, There’s many others you could flaunt. She doesn’t look like you,” she said, But Sophia’s words rang out instead.
"Yes, she does—she’s a doctor like me, A pretty girl, just wait and see. See her stethoscope and her shining hair? She’s smart and strong, and I know she cares."
The cashier paused, her words now few, And let Sophia’s wisdom shine through. Because in her heart, pure and bright, There’s no wrong color, no wrong light.
We’re not born thinking that color’s a wall, We’re taught to see beauty in us all. Like hair and eyes, skin’s just a hue, Every shade is beautiful, too.
So let’s learn from Sophia, so young and wise, To see the soul behind the eyes. For kindness, strength, and love will show That beauty's in the hearts we grow.
United we stand, divided we fall, Those with great faith hear God's call. Through trials and storms, we walk side by side, With His love as our guide, in Him we abide.
No matter the distance, no matter the place, We all trod together, held in His grace. On life's winding path, He's never far, A beacon of hope, our guiding star.
United we stand, divided we fall, Let’s keep our eyes on His great call. With hearts full of faith, we will stand tall, In His strength, we rise above it all.
Love has an aroma, a fragrance so sweet, In every embrace, in every heartbeat. My Dear Savior, with a spirit like spring rain, Washes away sorrow, eases all pain.
No room for hate, no malice can stay, In the presence of The Great I Am each day. Only Joy and Peace in His light will grow, A love everlasting, a grace we know.
In His arms, we are safe, sheltered, and warm, Through every trial, through every storm. For love, divine and pure, shall forever remain, A fragrance of heaven, eternal and unchained.
You can't go wrong in asking for what is right, For truth will guide you through the darkest night. What is right? It shines in heaven’s sight, Found in God’s will and His eternal light.
In seeking His grace, your heart will be still, For righteousness dwells where He bends His will. His delight is the compass, steady and true, Leading you forward in all that you do.
So ask with faith, and seek what is pure, In God’s delight, your path is secure. For what is right flows from His hand, A promise eternal, a love that will stand.
It’s funny, they don’t allow Bibles in schools, Where young hearts and minds are shaped by the rules, Where knowledge is treasured, and wisdom should grow, But God’s Holy Word is kept out, though.
Yet behind prison walls, where the broken reside, Where hope feels distant and light hard to find, The Bible is given, its pages unfold, To those seeking redemption, weary and cold.
In a place where darkness has taken its hold, Suddenly, truth is allowed to be told. The same book that’s banned where the young should be taught, Is now offered freely where souls have been caught.
It’s funny, yet tragic, the way things are done— Keeping out truth where learning’s begun, But offering grace to those who’ve been bound, A flicker of hope where sin had them drowned.
Perhaps it’s a sign of the world gone astray, That we wait till they’re lost to show them the way. What if we welcomed His word from the start, And let the Bible shape every heart?
Grace gives us blessings we have never earned, While mercy spares us from what we have learned. Undeserved favor, a gift from above, Unmerited kindness, wrapped in God’s love.
Mercy steps in when we stumble and fall, A tender embrace when we’ve broken the law. It withholds the justice we know should be ours, A shield of compassion in life’s darkest hours.
Both grace and mercy, intertwined as one, Reflecting the light of God’s risen Son. Grace lifts us higher, mercy sets us free, Together, they show His love eternally.
Snow capped Pikes Peak soaring over the Garden of the Gods Park in Colorado Springs, Colorado in a colorful Autumn morning. The photo was taken at the Garden of the Gods Visitor Center with my Nikon D800E.
God set Pikes Peak in Colorado for all to see, A towering testament to His majesty. With snow-capped heights that touch the sky, A reminder His glory is forever nigh.
No one could craft such a mountain so grand, Rising so boldly from Colorado’s land. Majestic and mighty, it stands in His name, A symbol of power, unchanging, the same.
Through storms and sunshine, it holds its place, A reflection of God's enduring grace. For in each peak and valley wide, His eternal glory will always abide.
My generation, born in ease, We've only known prosperity's breeze. No world wars darkened our sky, No Great Depression to make us cry.
We didn’t see the dust and toil, Or watch blood spill on foreign soil. No struggle for bread, no ration line, We've lived in times both smooth and fine.
The internet’s always at our hand, Smartphones connecting sea to land. Cars whisk us fast from place to place, Comfort surrounds us, a constant embrace.
But now a different plague takes hold, Not hunger, not hardship, nor the cold. It’s entitlement, a silent creep, Ungratefulness runs vast and deep.
We’ve lost the sense of what we’ve got, Forgotten battles others fought. Prosperity’s gift is ours to bear, Yet often we don’t even care.
Perhaps it’s time we take a stand, Grasp gratitude in every hand. To know that ease was dearly won, By those who faced a setting sun.
