Wee Faith #children #sundaydevotion #Uganda

Under the mango we sing

95 little voices in praise

love the same in any language

standing tall like a tree

crouching small like a bug

marching around Jericho

searching for a lost lamb

faith in a lion’s den

protection in a furnace

God has a great plan

Jesus is there in a small village

 children worship under a mango tree

 

 

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Joy’s Smile #orphans #uganda #sundaydevotion

Goodness in those eyes

kindness in his smile

 little fingers wrap in mine

 never want to let go

God is the maker

children such a gift

may actions always match

the love I feel inside

 

I am always disturbed when I hear of children who are cast-offs. Our world has grown careless with its real treasures. We would never throw away gold, but these little ones are much more precious than any gem.

I am grateful that there are those in the world who have hearts willing to pour their love into a heart and rekindle precious smiles.

“He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them.
And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
 And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.
 “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.'”
~Matthew 18:2-6

 

On the Side of the Road #kindness #sundaydevotions

“It’s as easy as…”

LIFE

“you fall off –

 get right back on”

bruised and bloodied

stumbling off the road

 scraping out the rocks

“Just get up” a person calls

I think I’ll just sit in the dirt

another person rolls her eyes

increasing her pace

“take the bike I won’t be needing it” I holler

I feel gentle arms around me

“let me clean that” a kind whisper

“we will get you home”

the man puts me on his bike

his wife rides my battered one

I’m awakened to fluffy white pillows

I don’t know how long it takes to heal

 there it was painted and straight

“I think I’m ready to try “

I wave at the kind couple

their hands are full so they smile

there will always be battered people

to pick up on the side of the road

 

The original story of the Good Samaritan dealt with religious/ cultural bias and religiosity. The Good Samaritan(entire parable Luke 10:25-37) did not deal with the social issues  surrounding that man’s life. His concern was for the well being of the nameless man. How easy is it for us to have  all the answers to another person’s struggles? It’s easy to judge when we are upright. What about when we are on the ground battered/ in pain? Jesus extends grace and love to everyone no matter what pit they find themselves in.

I am grateful to people like the non-fictional couple who picked me up in a time of distress and loved me back to health. Why not have a heart that picks people up out of life’s ditches?

Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion

blot out my transgressions.

                                                                                                               Psalm 51:1

So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?” And he said,

“He who showed mercy on him.”

                   Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”               

                                                                                                            Luke 10:36&37 

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God
of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble
with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”
                                                                                                      2 Corinthians 1:3-4

 

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

 

 

 

Refuge #Uganda #Acholi #South Sudan #refugees

Refuge – A Safe Place

One day where a pair of feet stand

many feet will be running

 where there a few huts there will be many

the spade of hope has pierced this ground

the seed of the future has been planted

songs will be sung, children will be safe

all because of the faith of a few men

I wish I could paint a picture of what this Acholi land will look like one day. I heard the plan and I believe many children’s lives will never be the same because a few men (who understand what is like to be refugees) prayed.

According to PRI more than 2000 South Sudanese are fleeing to Uganda daily. Uganda is one of three countries taking in a massive number of refugees.

 

Freedom’s Dawn #Easter #Poetry

breaking through clouds look through storm clouds

beauty to behold

colors of the rainbow

mercy to unfold

hold not to the dark

open up your heart

before the Lord seek freedom

make a fresh new start

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nightingale’s song

 lily raises its pure face

morning glory

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Easter is a time to be reminded of Christ’s sacrifice and renewed. But we can hold back and lay roots of rot and resistance. It is not God who holds back His goodness. We are the ones who chose not the beauty of salvation’s grace.

 

Mirror Image #art #sundaydevotion #poetry

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Percieved image

momentary

seems so real

blurred

can’t see clearly

thought can delude

images

take new form

mirror taken away

I see truth

sunlight bright

freed to be

Me

The search to “find oneself” is an ongoing quest. Looking in the mirror doesn’t always help.

Maybe because it’s a distorted image of who we really are.

Don’t cease the search, but remember the Master knows  (and sees) the real you.

The unveiling will occur one day and we will behold not only self but Truth with no obstructions.

 

“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

John 8:32

“Now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.”

1 Corinthians 13:12