The heron snatched the lizard up As quietly it slept When to its rescue out the door My wife in fury swept "No!Not this one!" She yelled and shook Her fist with flashing eyes So in dismay he turned to fly And dropped his newfound prize Then I recalled how I was lost Moving from town to town When all around me danger crept Looking to hunt me down But a voice so quiet yet so deep Echoed in my shadowlands "No! Not this One!" I heard Christ say Then He took my trembling hands!
I’d Forgot the Hugs and Kissing
After a much-needed long weekend break to recharge and rest I began tinkering with this poem last night. It pokes a bit of fun at someone who often takes himself way too seriously, but I am hoping that maybe you can identify with him just a little!
While I was reading in the Bible I laughed about some fools Who made long lists of do’s and don’ts And for every twitch had rules! Over washing hands they worried And tithing Brussel Sprouts But on loving and forgiving They left those precepts out But as I snickered I recalled The many rules I kept From the early morning hours Till the evening shadows crept How at ten o’clock on Sundays Off to meeting we must go And how I'd fussed about the kids When they were moving slow And our prayers in the restaurant Were always said before we ate Yet I griped about the waitress When she brought our food out late Then I hung my head in shame to think Of all the loving we’d been missing While dotting I’s and crossing t’s I'd forgot the hugs and kissing! I'd Forgot the Hugs and Kissing By Peter Caligiuri Copyright ©2023 All rights reserved
And Yet God’s Grace
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness…” 2 Corinthians 12:9a
There is nothing I like about weakness, and I loathe the inabilities that have come with age. My fingers sometimes ache when I play my guitar and my voice takes time out for lunch while I am trying to finish a song. There is so much that needs to be done which requires, more strength, endurance and intelligence than I possess – and Yet God inexplicably delights in those moments. When I am no longer capable of once very ordinary things, God’s grace that lay dormant in my younger more capable days, becomes active.
I hate sitting and only listening when I feel I should speak. It is frustrating to spend nights tossing and turning over struggles which should be old hat by now and-Yet God- has promised that even when I can no longer trust myself, I can trust that He will give me grace. His grace is enough in every need. His grace is enough when I cannot understand. His grace is enough when my plans tangle like threads which His fingers alone can unknot and weave into a beautiful tapestry. His grace is enough when I cannot sing a note to give me song in the night. Oh yes – I do not love my weakness – and Yet God- has promised that in my weakness His power and strength will be made perfect, His grace will carry us through, and He will get all the glory and praise!
2 Corinthians 12:9b Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
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