If LittleBit could talk, what would he say? Thank you for being my family every day. Keeping me safe and warm, I'm most thankful for. Taking me to the Vet when my paw is sore. God sent me to you, and you to me. To give us comfort and security. If I go first, which I most likely will. Meet me at the Rainbow Bridge. We’ll all cross over the hill. March 3, 2024 MarkWaldrop Penned for Biscuit T. & Ann Sims
Today you will be judged by your Pet. They seem to know you the best. February 3, 2024 MarkWaldrop
Now I lay me down to sleep If I should die before I wake My money I shall not take My love for you is all that will travel As I approach your merciful gavel Forgive me for my sins and lack of love for you I will try to serve others as You would have me do February 3, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In the heart of every believer, a commission rests, Whispered in the sacred moments, when soul meets divine, "Feed My sheep," He says, a testament of the quest, A journey of love, from the vine to the wine. This love, not made, but revealed in radiant beams, The essence of God, through the Spirit, now ours, Binding us to the Father, in the stream Of a love so vast, it empowers and empowers. Like Jesus, united with God in seamless grace, Obedient, poured out for the world's embrace, He sends us forth, His path to trace, "In My love," He says, "find your place." Peter's heart, once torn, now sees, Love's true face, in the Master's peace. "Not words, but deeds," the Savior decrees, "Feed My sheep," in this, My love releases. Among His flock, some lost, some stray, Some with coats of pain, some fray. Yet, God's love knows no dismay, Through us, His love finds its way. Prejudice and preference, we must transcend, For in God's love, there's no end. To every sheep, His love we send, His commission, our mission, till the end. Let not emotions, our hearts mislead, For it's by His Spirit, His sheep we feed. In every act of love, a holy seed, God's love, through us, a river freed. So, heed the call, let love be your creed, For in feeding His sheep, we find our deed. In every gesture, every need, We echo Christ, in word and deed. Jhn 21:17 The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?" Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Feed my sheep. March 3, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In silent waves, the airwaves mourn, a key now stilled, a legend born. Dr. Bob Heil, K9EID, his call, In the ether, his voice did fall. A valiant fight, a year in span, Cancer's battle, a brave man ran. Surrounded by love, in peace, he passed, Into the memories, his legacy cast. A passion for radio, clear and bright, Guiding waves, through day and night. Everything he touched, for growth, for better, His spirit in service, an unbreakable fetter. Instructional guides, presentations with zest, Support for ARRL, in youth, he invested. An Elmer to all, a mentor, a guide, His absence now felt, a missing tide. Yet, in the silence, his impact resonates, A beacon of love, through the ether, it radiates. To ham operators, across every land, Bob's spirit whispers, in the airwaves, it stands. So let's key our mics, in homage, in grace, For Dr. Bob Heil, an irreplaceable space. His journey on earth, a radiant trail, In every static crackle, his story we hail. Though the key is silent, his legacy sings, In the heart of the hobby, his spirit brings wings. Farewell, beloved founder, your journey now ends, But in frequencies wide, your essence extends. A Silent Key, yet your message loud, Dr. Bob Heil, forever proud. In the hobby you loved, your passion remains, An eternal echo, in the amateur radio lanes. March 1, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop KE4WA
A drop of water, I cannot make How many drops to fill a lake The oceans deep and wide filled with countless drops You provide The springs from the mountains overflow with tears You've cried The God above who makes the water is the Potter who forms me Combing water with the clay He breathes life that I may see Thank you, God, for sending your love from Heaven above That your Holiness through your Son Jesus shows Your Love. March 1, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In the realm of hope, where light dares to dance, Miracles whisper softly, born of more than chance. They come in cans, not in can'ts, a truth so bright, Guiding us through shadows, into the light. "I CAN" echoes deeply, a powerful decree, Through Christ who strengthens, we're set free. Philippians 4:13, a verse of endless might, In those words, our spirits take flight. With faith as our shield, and His love as our sword, There's nothing in this world we cannot afford. To climb the highest mountain, to cross the widest sea, "I CAN" do all things, for He empowers me. So let this mantra be your guiding star, A reminder of exactly who you are. Capable, strong, through Him eternally, "I CAN" face anything, with Christ who strengthens me. March 1, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
God makes the Four Leaf Clover Searching brings Him much closer Being so perfect, God makes a few Making especially for me and you Luck attached to the Four Leaf Clover No luck with God. Love over and over Pressing In my Bible is a constant reminder to me Of His Great Love and how His Son has set me free March 1, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In every sunrise, in each setting sun, In the silence of night, when day is done, In the laughter of children, in tears that fall, In all things, big and small, give thanks for all. For the moments of joy, for the trials that teach, For the love that surrounds, within reach, For the breath in our lungs, for the beat of our hearts, In all life's compositions, in its every part. Give thanks for the storms, for they bring rain, For the growth that comes, borne from pain, For the seasons that turn, from spring to fall, In all things, give thanks, through it all. For the hands we hold, for the memories we make, For the journey ahead, for each step we take, For the stars that guide, in the night's deep thanks, For it all, let gratitude be our endless chant. In all things, large or slight, in every task, Give thanks, for in gratitude, we truly bask, A reminder of how, amidst rise and fall, In all things, give thanks, and cherish it all. February 29, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In the warmth of gentle smiles that never fade, Within the bonds that time and trials have made, Family stands, a fortress built on love and trust, A haven where hearts unite, a bond robust. Is the anchor in the tempest, the light in the dark, A melody harmonious, in life's stark park. The laughter shared in rooms filled with joy, The comfort found in a hug, a gentle employ. The greatest treasure, not measured in gold, But in stories shared, and hands we hold. In every whispered secret, every shared dream, The strength we draw, together as a team. Blessing, beyond words can ever convey, In every dawn's light, every night's gentle sway. In the love that surrounds, in the care that's bestowed, Family, our greatest blessing, forever our abode. February 29, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop