I love You, Lord, my strength, my song, When days are hard and nights are long. You are my Rock, both firm and sure, My Fortress strong, my Deliverer pure.
My God, my refuge when storms appear, A Shield that drives away my fear. The horn of salvation, my victory won, My Stronghold sure till life is done.
In You I stand, I will not fall, My safety, Savior, Lord of all.
Psalm 18:2 (KJV) “The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.”
The rear-view mirror’s always there, A quick small glance, a mindful care. It helps us see what’s just behind, So we stay safe along the line.
But we were never meant to steer By living only in the rear. To dwell there long would cloud our sight, Invite confusion, fear, and fright.
Instead, our eyes must look ahead, Trusting each path where God has led. With thankful hearts, through grace made clear, We move by faith—not by the rear.
Philippians 3:13–14 (NIV) “Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”
After many years of searching wide, I met sweet Jesus by my side. Not as I planned, yet right on time, A holy pause in the rush of time.
That sacred moment, clear and true, My old life ended—new life grew. From that first breath of saving grace, I found my home, my resting place.
No longer duty, no heavy chore, My heart now longs to witness more. To share God’s love with all I see, Across the world, humanity.
Each step with Christ, both night and day, Fulfills my heart in a brand-new way. His gentle lead, His steady hand, More than I’d hoped or ever planned.
With joy I rise at break of day, And smile as I kneel and softly pray: “Good morning, Lord—just You and me… What shall we do today?”
2 Corinthians 5:17 (ESV) “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”
If I stood at a podium, I’d stutter and sputter to no end, Words would trip and tumble— So He gave me the gift of the pen.
When my voice fails to carry What my soul longs to say, Ink becomes my witness, And the page clears the way.
Through quiet lines and patience, Truth flows steady then— God speaks loud through silence When He gives a soul the pen. ✍️📜
2Co 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
A theological giant I am not, No lofty towers of wisdom I’ve got. I stumble through verses, plain and small, Yet still I answer when I hear Him call.
For God uses the simple, the quiet, the few, To confound the wise who think they always knew. Not by clever words or a polished display, But hearts that are yielded and choose Him each day.
The proud may debate, the learned may boast, But grace finds a home in the humble the most. So here I stand, just clay in His hand— Strong not in knowledge, but where faith will stand.
1Co 1:27 But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;
As colder winds begin to bite the air, And winter hints at snow ahead somewhere, The monks press on with quiet, steady grace, Each mindful footstep marking time and place.
Through North Carolina roads they slowly tread, With Virginia’s hills still rising up ahead. Their message stays the same, both clear and strong: Peace isn’t found where comfort proves lifelong.
This walk was never meant to feel so light, It was forged to shine within the bite of night. Not driven by convenience, ease, or gain, But purpose deep enough to weather pain.
They teach us peace is practiced, not postponed, Not waiting till the path is smooth or known. It lives in choosing calm when trials appear, In steady love that overcomes the fear.
Along the road, their presence softly calls, Inviting hearts beyond imagined walls. To live with compassion, unity, and care, And carry peace wherever feet may dare.
With focused minds and hearts both firm and kind, They walk for all of us who watch behind— A living prayer in motion, strong and true, That peace begins with me… with them… with you.
Isaiah 26:3 (ESV) “You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.”
Many know about God — the stories, the name, They study His wonders, His power, His fame. They speak of His mercy, His justice, His might, Yet keep Him at distance, just out of their sight.
To know God is deeper than facts we recite, It’s hearing His whisper in stillness and night. It’s trusting His heart when the pathway is dim, And resting your questions completely in Him.
But friendship with God — oh, that’s love fully grown, It’s walking together, not walking alone. It’s sharing your burdens, your joys, and your scars, And loving Him freely, not counting the cost or the stars.
To love God is choosing His will over pride, Letting Him lead you, whatever betide. Not knowing His name, nor just feeling His hand, But holding His heart — and there you will stand.
John 15:15 (KJV) “Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you.”
What words from God have you sensed in your spirit, Not shouted aloud, yet too strong to ignore? They come not in thunder, nor written in merit, But whispered in peace at the heart’s humble door.
“Be still,” He says softly, when worries grow loud, “Remember who holds you when strength feels so thin.” Not fear, not confusion, not shame is allowed— My child, you are known, and I’m working within.
“I see you,” He speaks, when the path feels unclear, “I’m near in the waiting, I’m near in the fight.” His words bring a calm that dissolves every fear, A lamp for the steps taken faith over sight.
So listen, not hurried, not proving your worth, For God often speaks where the noise finally ends. His words are not earned by the wisdom of earth— They’re given in love, as a Father to friends.
“And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.” 1 Kings 19:12 (KJV)
