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Immanuel, He Never Leaves

My God never leaves me.

He watches me slowly fall to sleep in the stillness of the night.

Sometimes, He will sprinkle thoughts and dreams in my subconscious

To remind me that He is still there.

 

I awaken to the busyness of the day

Yet, on those morning drives, He whispers my name.

He is busy alongside me, doing things that I’m unmindful of.

I smile because His presence gives me peace.

 

How could I ever push away His unconditional love?

He hears my worries, He sees my stubbornness, and He tastes my tears.

He smells my doubts and feels the uncertainty that attacks my mind.

And He still loves me.

 

I pause for a moment

And feel His arms surround me.

His security is ever present.

I embrace Him, returning the love that He freely gives.

 

God is with me,

I’m never alone.

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Posted by on September 29, 2014 in Poetry

 

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A Sappy Story

Since I’m around teens quite a bit with the youth group, love or being in love is a common topic. I remember being their age and falling in love with just about any guy that would give me a second look. I would fantasize about them picking me up on a motorcycle and riding off into the sunset. I was infatuated with the character Bo Brady from “Days of Our Lives,” so that’s where that fantasy came from. The motorcycle dream never came true and all of my teen romances were pretty disastrous. When I was in college I dated off and on and really gave up on finding that perfect love. I truthfully didn’t think I would find someone who would stay by my side and had pretty much sworn off the idea of marriage.

Then I met Dave and all that changed. It wasn’t love at first site, but it was a love that grew quickly. The thing with Dave was, he wasn’t who I pictured I would be with, but his heart was what I was looking for. Our early conversations were over my head, he would talk about space and geeky things. They were things I was never really interested in, but I came to appreciate them and learn about them. He was a dreamer, just like me but in a very different way. His logical mind met my mischievous one and some type of memorable experience always ensued.

I guess the point I’m trying to make is that things don’t always happen exactly the way you think they will. Your dreams might come true, but it may be with someone you never really pictured them to be with. Dave really is my soul mate. Our marriage hasn’t been perfect, but he has stuck by me and I’ve stuck by him. Our love has become seasoned through the years and I’m very grateful to have him by my side. He really is a dream come true.

 
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Posted by on September 23, 2014 in Life

 

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