Mar 20, 2009 14:30
How could I have been so blind?
Acted as though this portable,
this place I teach,
was removed from your grasp.
Viewed this world as a separate god
A place without Your holy fire
Disconnect between my kids' faces
And the throne of God.
Now students’ words abolish all my sad pretense
Remind me: You’re in every circumstance
Each sacred moment, wreathed in every fear
Need only know that You are standing there.
And now-these children-
Have seen more than I
Their voices chorus in my mind
A powerful refrain…
(From different writings they have had)
I like this story, because it reminds me of God’s forgiveness.
I lost a child that year, a precious miracle, but I know God has a purpose..
My favorite place to go is church. I like to feel close to the Holy Spirit
Dear Lord, no weapon formed against me shall stand...
Unsolicited--no “Christian” word from me-
They have slowly uncurled a tightened fist
And from their opened words I find
God here; in Him they, too, exist.
teaching,
poetry,
humbled