Another Call… #sundaydevotion #phonecalls

The phone rings, it’s ignored

it rings again, such an irritant

his phone jumps about the table

exasperated he answers

“she isn’t here, she’ll call you back”

(sobbing on the other end of the line)

“My car was just hit.  I’m sitting on the side of the road”

“Are you okay honey? Here’s mom.”

 

 

How often do we get calls that we don’t pick up?

I have family on their own ring tone and I still miss their calls.

Ever think about this? God always hears our cries for help and He knows each of our voices (kind of like heavenly ring tones.) Not only does God hear our cries, He hears us complain, whine, beg for direction. The phone exchange in Heaven has no down time and our calls are always answered – no dropped calls. Try prayer the next time you feel at the end of your earthly rope – He is listening!

 

                                              “In my distress I called upon the LordAnd cried to my God for help; He heard my voice out of His temple,  and my cry for help before Him came into His ears.”

                                                                                                                 Psalm 18:6

“The righteous cry, and the Lord hears And delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
And saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

Psalm 34:17 & 18

                                              “Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me.”

Psalm 50:15

 

 

 

To Her Who Shines Bright #MothersDay #poetry

Orange sun is setting

 too few memories

I look in her garden

even bugs will do

so little remains

my little rose is gone

even tree stumps decayed

hidden in waxy green

I find her smiling face

Camillia pink blush

I want to inhale

one remnant of us

To Mothers everywhere who plant seeds in the hearts of children.

Happy Mothers Day

MissUnderstood #poetry #lessons

Mis step in a comment

I wish I didn’t get

if fluffy is my heart

I’ll eat my Seuss hat

levity refreshes

kindness relieves

 there are harsh words

I think my Lord grieves

learn from a child

“grown” people rarely do

“a person’s, a person”

and that’s really true

When I was a child we were taught: “If you can’t say something nice,  don’t say anything at all.”

I’m sure we didn’t understand all the implications but I think they meant “A person can be hurt by inconsiderate words.”

 

Attribution for Clip Art

 

 

 

 

Water #poetry #drought #Uganda

one blue cup each

flows easily through her hands

dry river beds

laughter’s pure reflection

sing song they learn A B Cs

*

so young to be old

internal Acholi’s strength

Nile clouds my vision

*

If I share a handful of their giggles, would you share a handful of precious water?

This week’s  Word Press photo challenge is Reflections

and Reflections at Weekly Tanka Prompt

One Way #Uganda

 

I have dotted my eyes

and crossed my teas

some of the animals

made me sneeze

what I hold now

happily in my hand

is a one way ticket

to a distant land

of Uganda I write

and hope to serve

the people Acholi

our love so deserve

 

As I close this A to Z challenge, I am finishing up the process and preparing to go to the land of the Acholi in Northern Uganda. This week we meet with people who will hopefully give us homes for  the South Sudanese children.

Blogging is a great way to journal so here’s the beginning of a new journey to work with African children.

We appreciate your dear prayers.

 T0 

 

Zebra #atozchallenge #Uganda

 

I can’t count your stripes

or see through the trees

white and black patterns

are camouflage it seems

There were no zebras on safari in Uganda. The ranger told us the herds in that part of the country had contracted disease but fortunately the zebras in other regions are alive and well. Funny thing I cant find a bit about the missing zebras in the news or any google search. Someone is behind the times or lines…

Cant believe that this marks the very end of the A to Z challenge.

 

Yellow #atozchallenge #orphans #Uganda

A boy with a yellow shirt

whizzes by pushing a tire

laughter giggles

before he can stop it

children eye the toy

waiting for their turn

*

I have a year old picture

children sit on the porch

sorrow pulls them down

fathers are dead, mothers sick or in prison

the boy with the yellow shirt

whizzes by

 I thank God for healing love

Thanks to the A to Z challenge for letting me share a chronicle of a trip, the Acholi people and loved orphans,