The Potter's House Lesson

Please read:  Jeremiah 18:3-6

I've been marred, scared, broken, hurt and torn;
Have made good choices, poor choices and lived life -
But I have been re-born!

I've been hard and cold as clay; lifeless and empty,
Unforgiving and selfish in many ways.

But, today I was reminded (in the verse above)
of God's mercy, grace and unconditional love.

He is the Potter... I, the clay...
TODAY - I can be His Masterpiece;
Lord, have your way!

In Loving Memory of Tiny Lawrence

As I was doing some Spring cleaning (hopefully Spring will get here) today I came across a few photos of a very special person in my life... Tiny Lawrence - he was my bus driver for all twelve years of school.  A very special man I will always hold near and dear to my heart.  I wrote the poem (below) several years ago to honor his memory.

Today's blog is for all those bus drivers that may not realize as they transport the 'precious cargo' to-and-from school each day (or to sports activities) they are touching lives.  To all the parents, grandparents, children that take those bus drivers for granted... please take the time to thank them for their work, they don't get paid enough for what they do as far as I'm concerned; we pay UPS and the U.S. Postal Service more to transport our packages than our bus drivers to transport our children.

[Please keep in mind, I graduated in 1983!] I am only one life that was touched by a special bus driver friend.  God Bless Tiny Lawrence!





My Favorite Place...

I have a favorite place I go

That reminds me of God’s grace.

A place so infinitely powerful

God’s fingerprints are constantly on display.

A place I feel so humbled and in awe;

I cannot help but pray.

I often feel there is a lesson

For all that share in the pleasure –

We are each significant and

God’s love we cannot measure.

As each simple granule of salt;

Each wave that breaks the shore –

As deep… as wide… God’s love is eternal,

We cannot ask for more.

If the Silence is Loud Enough Will You Hear?

Nobody knew… he was so quiet about it.

Seemed to have it all together –

Nobody’s perfect, but he seemed ‘perfectly okay’.

He cried in solitude, he laughed with the crowd;

He wondered ‘why?’ in seclusion.

He wandered down the lonely path;

The corridor of destruction -

But he was lively and playful.  Or was he?

Nobody knew…

The silence was deafening,

Piercing the heart with intention;

As if to say ‘Will you listen now’?

Now that he’s gone.

They say ‘Actions speak louder than words’ –

But if the actions contradict, what then?

Listen to the silence, the hush, the calm –

It’s not always peaceful.

It’s blaring with need!

Now the world listens;

As the silence screams for attention –

But is it loud enough for you to hear?

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Sweet Spring Surprises...

Spring enters with a subtle shyness
Delicately lining the land with
Fresh fragrant love;
Melodic moisture quenching the
Earth’s yearning for sweet rain.
Oh but wait, not yet –
It scampers away as if to
Play ‘hard to get’ with those
Yearning for spring’s engaging embrace.
A freeze – an ice cold embrace;
Is winter back? It was never gone;
It’s only making a slow exit?
Only to remind us of the jealousy
Of the seasons to follow – it will be back.
And it won’t be long.
For now, scoot over winter
Spring has a sweet surprise for me!