Thank You Lord

"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus"

Dear Heavenly Father,

I have so much to thank you for on this Thanksgiving Day. True, the turkey was delicious and my parents and I were together once more, but there is something much deeper that I must give thanks for. I must give thanks to the Lord, my savior.

My thank you list:

1. For pulling me out of the darkness and depression with God's son, Christ's love. Now I know life has more meaning than self-seeking. In Christ I have eternal life and hope for a world of joy that lasts always. When this body is dead I know I may still live on in spirit only by his grace. When I had no faith I was dead. I walked in a darkened laberynth questing for human kindness which was always gained and then lost. I seeked a career and a way to please everyone. Yet, all these could be taken away any moment...I must be thankful always and pray continually. I must seize the day to give thanks to the Lord for He has created me and given me life...a life that knows no tears only laughter and smiles in all circumstances.

2. For helping me see that studying God's word is all the hope I have in this life. Bible study could do much more for my well being than any psychiotrist ever could. I know look at the beauty of the world with new eyes... I look past the worldly things and see the heart of God behind all He has created and I am oh so thankful. In every tree branch and rain drop I see his face and his love for me.

3. For embracing me with love when others would shun me. I suffered much during school years yet the Lord guided me to Him and only Him. He is the only friend who will never leave me and when I die I know my last thought would be of Him and his love. Only his love is constant and my happiness in Him is in turn constant and knows no bounds.

4. For my mother's health. The Lord has blessed her. Even though she suffers from a brain tumor, she studies continually for accounting and works full time. She is my wonder woman! She has guided me through life and given me so much love and kindness. She was there for me and is my best friend. I deeply repent for hurting her with cruel words and rebellion. I never appreciated her love yet now I see how much she has done for me

5. For M Sarah who has been my spiritual mother and friend. Her kindness and love knows no bounds and she is an inspiration for how I wish to follow God's mission my whole life. Her heart of gold is what I wish to emulate as a missionary and Bible teacher one day. Bless her for all her faith and her constant love and belief in my own spiritual growth. Bless her family, Shepard David and little Danny

6. For helping me see what being faithful trully means. That faith is not changeable but constant. We might receive joy from reading a good book or watching a Broadway show, yet once we are finished with the entertainment, we crave more. We become miserable when things dont go our way. Yet, if we have faith, everything is possible. I pray to accept the Lord's will and live every day with the hope of seeking Him and developing a deep personal relationship. Only He guides my steps in this chaotic world.

End of Autumn and thanks

The Lord gives and takes away
May his name be praised

Thanksgiving and autumn. Crisp air and smell of dry leaves rushes through my being. I wish to live life, knowing only He gave it to me.

I lost a friend today. Yet instead of crying I am laughing. My heart full of thanks no depressed thoughts could enter it. The month of October zoomed past as the leaves transformed from green to gold and red to crisp and dead. Such is life...we are all like those leaves. We are born as innocent children, green and fresh...kind and loving. We then grow and experience changes us...transforms our colors. Sometimes we are led astray into heartbreak, loneliness, and anger. We give up too easily and the innocence of our childhood, the freshness of our faces crumbles away to sterness, hardness of heart, and wrinkles under our eyes. We live through days of happiness and immense sadness...it is God's will. We walk through life, we love others but they leave us. One day they WILL all dissapear like vapor. No matter how much we cling to each other, we stand alone. Yet, looking up at the outline of autumn trees against the blue sky, I know we are not alone. Behind the blue of the sky there is an ever protective eye always ready to embrace a lost soul. He is with us. He gives and takes away. Yet the promise of his love is real and eternal.

She walked down the leafy path to Rutgers, her thin black coat wrapped around her, gloves,wool hat and fuzzy grey scarf. A warm cup of coffee steams in her hand. She breathes in the smell of dry leaves mingled with the hint of chocolate and cinamon.

She saw the world through eyes that looked beyond what was in front of them. She saw the invisible...despite her sadness, the hope shone in her soul. "Oh, how lovely are the leafy trees, the soft tumbling leaves, the colors of Fall!", she spoke under her breath. Oh, how she wished the season would never end. Autumn was her secret safety...she loved the breeze, the crisp air, the children laughing and playing in the piles of crunchy leaves, her coffee, her books and the music she always hummed to herself. Always with headphones in her ears, she hummed and listened to notes all her own and glanced up to the sky to unravel the puzzle of its blue. She felt the melancholy silence and yet was happy in the solitude.

Thank you Lord for bringing me out of darkness to your light. I see the glory of your work for me...how much you expanded my soul to welcome life. I used to live in gray and the black but you colored my world with happiness. It is now rich with color, like a painting or a photograph of trees in autumn. You are the painter of a new life...one of truth,goodness, and daily gratefulness for your love.

Autumn's loss

Autumn at its end
The trees bow down and cry
Their skeletal branches
outlined against gray skies
Naked ...
all is black and white
No more color
No more love
Only the gray.

Drowning in self pity-


she counts down the minutes


Till the clock strikes three.





The bell rings


her mind and body tighten


in deep fear she stands at the door


Should she go or not?





She cannot decide


and welcomes God's will


It was not meant to be


She was never to see


this being whom she loved so much.





Love? Was it love? Was it obsession?


She could only block the thoughts


A movie, a painting anything


Please Lord give me anything


To make the pain end.





It is finished


She thought back to the Bible


She wants it to be finished


Finish-


the pain


the loss


the hurt



Please do not leave me!!!


As a young creature


Running through the fields


she would scream


Please do not leave me!!!





No voice would answer


not even of that being


She thought she loved





Now, the clock strikes three


and yes it is finished


She will go there no longer


She will remember no longer


Born to live and die alone


Yet in you Lord...she is not alone


I am not alone!


The Lord is her strength


her power


her happiness


her unending rainbow.





Unquinched is her heart


a heart begging for a hug


a heart begging...


not to be pushed away


Yet, today you did


you did! you did!


you pushed me away



Never am I to hear


the clicking of your heels


upon school's hard floor


never am I to call you...


sister.

My Favorite Painter: Renoir

photo reflections

Why do we walk through the streets screaming yet no one hears us? Where is the truth when all begins only to end? Where is the love that we all need so much yet are affraid to believe?

A little girl sat and stared out at the falling leaves

She learned to hide her hurt

An old woman sat in her living room alone

Sipping a cold cup of tea

Smiling to herself

Yes it is all over...no more love

Yet, deep down she faced hope

Beyond the black and white

The monotone of life

There was a glorious sunrise

In her heart and she welcomed it

Only to be met with a sunset and twilight

The little girl still watched the leaves

She let the wind brush her cheek

In the melancholy gloom of autumn

She and the old woman

Both alike

Both endlessly spinning their webs

Both endlessly searching for a way out

from a labyrinth with no end