Have you ever walked a shelter aisle, Dogs of every heart and style? Some bark loud, some softly stay, Some race around, some shy away.
Some are nervous, some are calm, Some just rest with quiet charm. You look at all—then something’s done, A glance, a pause… you know that one.
When eyes meet eyes, the choice is clear, No doubt, no fear—just “you’re my dear.” Not picked by looks or perfect grace, But by a knowing, sacred place.
So it is with Jesus calling you, He seeks the many, not the few. Some pray aloud with lifted voice, Some whisper soft—that’s still a choice.
Some kneel strong, some tremble there, Some bold in faith, some unsure in prayer. Yet when your eyes meet His that day, The papers sign—you’re His to stay.
No fee, no test, no earned degree, Just love that sets the captives free. Have your eyes met Jesus’ gaze? That holy look that changes days.
If not, He waits—His arms still wide, Forever faithful, by your side.
“Yet to all who did receive Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God. John 1:12 (NIV)
The great orator rose with confident calm, And lifted his voice in the Twenty-Third Psalm. Each word was precise, each phrase clearly drawn, And thunderous applause filled the hall before long.
Then an old preacher stood, his frame bowed with years, He read the same passage through weathered tears. No flourish, no polish, no practiced display Yet hearts in the room were undone that day.
For the difference was not in the verse or the tone, Nor the beauty of language so skillfully shown. The orator knew every word by his part, But the preacher knew the Shepherd… deep in his heart.
One spoke of green pastures, still waters, and rod, The other had walked them with trust in his God. And when he said, “I shall not fear,” it was clear He wasn’t reciting… the Shepherd was near.
Psalm 23:1 (KJV) “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.”
The joy of the Lord is my strength today, Not borrowed from man, not fading away. When shadows grow long and hope feels thin, His joy lifts my heart from deep within.
It’s joy in the morning, joy at night, Joy in the battle, joy in the fight. Not born of comfort or earthly cheer, But anchored in truth: my God is near.
When tears may fall and burdens press, His joy becomes peace, my righteousness. It steadies my steps, my soul it sings The joy of the Lord is my strength in all things.
Nehemiah 8:10 (KJV) “…for the joy of the LORD is your strength.”
We no longer follow cloud by day, Or fire that lights the desert way, No pillar rising in the night Yet God is near, not lost to sight.
Through Christ, His dwelling place is found In humble hearts where faith abounds. Not built with gold or tent or stone, But lives He gladly calls His home.
When we walk close, in step, aligned, His presence guards both heart and mind. He goes before, He walks beside, Our faithful guide, our sheltering light.
Still leading on, still strong, still true The God of fire now lives in you.
1 Corinthians 3:16 (KJV) “Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?”
Looking for Jesus seems a noble thing to do, Yet search can turn to longing for what comforts you. If seeking is for gain, for answers just your way, He may feel just beyond you, slipping day by day.
You may chase every sign, every whispered clue, And find what you are searching for keeps eluding you. But when your heart is humble, and love is what you choose, When you care for others as Jesus always would
You will not have to search for Him, nor call His name, For He will come beside you, quietly the same. In mercy lived, in kindness shown, in love that’s true and free, You’ll find that all along… He was walking next to thee.
Jhn 14:21 Whoever has my commandments and keeps them, he it is who loves me. And he who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love him and manifest myself to him.”
Mama always said, There’s not enough time in the day for self-pity. Life’s too short to sit in the shadows when God’s light is shining bright. She’d lift my chin and tell me, Child, storms don’t last forever, And even the longest night bows down to morning’s gentle light.
She taught me strength wrapped in tenderness, Hope stitched into the hems of ordinary days. “When the world feels heavy,” she’d whisper, “Lift someone else—and watch how your own burdens rise away.”
She wasn’t one for complaining, Not when faith was a door always left ajar. She said every tear had a purpose, And every scar held a story that could guide us like a star.
So now when trouble finds me, And fear tries to settle in my bones, I hear her voice—steady, certain— Calling me back home.
Mama always said, There’s not enough time in the day for self-pity. And she was right— For God fills every day with purpose, And grace meets us Right where strength begins.
📖 Isaiah 41:10 (ESV) “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
Mary, did you know that holy night, A star would pierce the veil of night? That shepherds’ songs and angels’ cries Would echo through the starlit skies?
Did you know your gentle sigh Would calm the Lord of earth and sky? That lullabies beneath your breath Would cradle Him who conquered death?
When tiny fingers gripped your own, Did you feel the power of Heaven’s throne? When you kissed His cheek so mild Did you know you kissed God’s holy Child?
You held the One the prophets praised, In your arms, the Ancient of Days. The world grew still, creation awed, As you embraced the face of God.
So hush now, stable, hold your peace This moment births eternal peace. The King of Kings in manger lay, And love itself was born that day.
Luk 1:30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. Luk 1:31 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS. Luk 1:32 He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:
