These are a couple of verses I either heard for the first time today or just forgot about them.

" For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, 'In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength,' But you were unwilling..." Isaiah 30: 15-16

I am not going to elaborate on this now but maybe in the future...

It's been so long since I've posted anything...I guess I haven't felt like it.

This has been a rough last couple of months...and right now I feel like I'm trying to find those parts of me from my past that were happy...like I'm trying to prove to myself that life is still good. I know it is, but I don't feel it at the moment. And my tagline feels untrue...am I really learning to trust God? I don't know...maybe all this is part of the process.

It problem sounds like I'm at a really hard place--which I am--but maybe, just maybe this is the "beginning of the end" of all the mess. I want to hope, but sometimes it is hard.....if you are one of my close friends, please pray for me. My Christmas list is small...if I had to choose what I would get for Christmas, it wouldn't be material things at all.

* I promised a friend I would post, so here I finally am--believe me, it's nothing fabulous*

I am not a poet by any stretch of the word, but this past weekend, I played a game called P3T-a.k.a...poetry of three things(something like that). One person will take a dictionary and randomly point to three different words. Each person is required to take those three words and write a poem using them. Then everyone reads their hilarious/sappy/serious/you name results out loud. It's lots of fun!

Well, one time our three words were "stretch", "enamour" and "innocent". I started writing...and the resulting poem evolved into a poem sort of dedicated to Amy Carmichael--if you don't know who she is, you should google her :O).  Here goes(as I remember it)... mind this is my first time sharing poetry on xanga....

     She stretches as she wakes up, the sunshine on her face;

     She hears the sounds of innocence echo through this place.

     Little hands and shining eyes surround her every day,

     She smiles as watches them at their joyful play.

     Little girls makes wreaths for heads and sit enamoured with their dolls;

     Little boys go running and shouting through the halls.

     Aching head and tired feet are happy to be here;

    She thanks the Lord for everyone and for the constant cheer.

                                                   ~Amanda ©

This is something Tiffany e-mailed to me...may it encourage and be a reminder to someone today...

You go nowhere by accident. Wherever you go, God is sending you. Wherever you are, God has put you there. God has a purpose in you being there. Christ who indwells you has something to do through you where you are. Believe this and go in God 's grace, power and love."

 ~Halverson Benediction