Month: December 2018

Release your troubled situations to God
Allow Him to take you
Where He wants you to go

Maybe your situation has not worked itself out
Because your prayers are too small
To make it so

Remember, God’s ways are not our ways
His thoughts – infinitely higher
Than our thoughts

Turn your eyes toward Jesus
For it was You
His bloodshed bought

By His stripes, we are healed
For our sin debt
The price was paid

By our Lord and Savior, King Jesus
Our salvation the reason
He allowed Himself to be slain

Nailed to a tree
His blood-stained body – flesh gaping open, bones exposed
His face marred beyond recognition

For the sins of the world He atoned

Disposed of – Casted them out
Every vile, disgusting thing we’ve said and done
He threw them down deep into the abyss

So that we can stand firm
Knowing we are His
And that He cares for us – each and every one

Our troubled situations are His concern
But if you don’t take them before Him
You can’t expect to grow and learn

What He would say to your troubles
What He would tell you to do
If you don’t call on His name – He can’t help see you through

This troubled time, this valley below
The emotional onslaught of stress
No you are not alone, no one walks this earth

Without having their faith put to the test

So call on His name, tell Him your cares
Go to Church
Worship with others just like you

Step out in faith
Pray bigger prayers
Then wait to see what The Lord would have you do

I recall the scent of white gardenias
And the smell of chalk board dust
She loved sweet, iced-cold tea,
But “with lemon,” she said, “to cut the sweet”… was a must!

Her favorite spot was resting in an old, white, wooden high chair
Near the kitchen window, you could find her sitting there
Watching and waiting for Cardinals and Robins to come along
And dine at her window-box feeder, giving a concert with real “tweets” and songs

Spending early mornings in the sun
She met them on Saturday’s for breakfast there
Grandma would peck on the window softly
If Blue Jay’s ate more than their fair share

You may have been lucky to know her, as “Miss Nina,”
Second Grade teacher at Malesus Elementary School
But to me she was more than a teacher
My Grandma, “Miss Nina,” personified the golden rule

She taught me to love, because Jesus first loved us
She taught me to share, to do good work, and to be nice
If she ever had to correct me, (which wasn’t very often)
She never had to tell me twice

She taught me to read and write before I entered first grade
Vocabulary words and Arithmetic flashcards… we reviewed in the Summer shade
Of an old Oak Tree where she churned homemade ice cream
A tasty reward for helping shell fresh butter beans

A regimen of praise and prayer
One tube of lipstick, a little powder, and just a touch of rouge
Her day began with just a few simple things
I cringe to think of all the money I’ve spent on makeup, jewelry and earrings!

She was such a sweet, sweet soul
No one could ever take her place
I know Heaven gained an Angel
When she entered into God’s rest and grace

And I would bet she is still teaching
In one of Heaven’s small classrooms
All she learned from painting on her heart
The gospels of Mark, Luke, John and Matthew