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GOOD THINGS

By         Everett Christian,    WC Poet    

 
 
GOOD THINGS
Monday, September 20, 2010
 
 
GOD SPEAKS TO US THROUGH HIS HOLY WORD
 
 1 Keep on loving each other as brothers and sisters. 2 Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it!  - Hebrews 13:1-2(New Living Translation).
 
 
 
GOD'S PROMISE TO US FROM HIS HOLY WORD
 
(Jesus said) 31 “So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ 32 These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs."  - Matthew 6:31-32(New Living Translation).
 
 
 
A QUOTE
 
If one does not kinow to which harbor he's headed, there is no such thing as a good wind.
- Seneca -
 
 
 
THOUGHTS TO REMEMBER
 
The truest happiness is found in making others happy.
- From Reminisce Magazine -
 
Thirty days hath September, April, June and November; all the rest have 31 except January and February, which seem to have 80.  - From Reminisce Magazine -
 
 
 
NOTES
 
Today has been mostly sunny with high temperatures around 90 degrees.  I had lunch with Bill Derichsweiler, Charley, and Joel Kircher.  I came by the post office, Country Mart and Walmart.  I took a nap.  Rascal had to snuggle up real close and sleep with me.  Leo and Smokey also joined us but they didn't snuggle.  I sat with the cats this evening.  I am going to leave you with a poem tonight written by my niece, Lucille Hails.  She lost her husband several years ago.  The title of the poem is "Lonely In A Crowd," which is really the truth at times.  If you have never lost a spouse you really don't understand the feelings.  I realize you may get tired of me talking about Flonnie, but she is on my mind all the time.  I have three pictures of her in my bedroom, one is before we were married, one is a few years after we were married and one is the last portrait she and I had made together where she has her hands around my hands.  Anytime I wake up and there is light I can see all three pictures.  Then I will start talking to her and crying.  I have asked God to let her hear me when I talk to her.  As I have said many times if you would like to be removed from my address list, all you have to do is tell me and I will understand.  The picture tonight is Everett preparing to eat a piece of his birthday cake.  I don't know what Rascal is trying.
 
The cats are fine.  Rascal just came up on the desk to eat a bite and check on me.
 
At 10:40 p.m skies are fair with a temperature of 79 degrees.  I will see you next time.
 
In Christian Love, Everett.
 
Here is the poem:
 
 
                                          LONELY IN A CROWD - By Lucille Hails  -
 
                                             Alone and lonely in a crowded room---
                                           A smile on my lips, though not in my heart.
                                             I talk with others, but how can they know
                                             That when I lost you, my world fell apart.
 
                                             There's no longer joy awaiting the dawn---
                                              Only sleepless nights to dread a new day.
                                            I'm no longer held in your sweet embrace,
                                           Hearing, "I love you"----since you went away.
 
                                           Our lives had become so deeply entwined---
                                      We shared the same thoughts---our hearts beat as one.
                                                 Being together was such a delight.
                                               You were my anchor---I was your sun.
 
                                         Way back in our minds, we knew that, someday,
                                             One of us would get the call to "go home".
                                            We chose not to face what might lie ahead:
                                           But savored our days before they were gone.
 
                                        We enjoyed our dreams---we treasured our love.
                                       Still the "time"did come---the "call" was for you.
                                           Your soul was ready---your body was tired.
                                          You're now with the Lord: but what do I do?
 
                                       Now, back in that room where laughter rings out,
                                            The crowds mill around, feeling all is well.
                                             My smile covers up a sad, broken heart---
                                             Alone and lonely: though no one can tell.
 


 
Posted to Religious by Que Clingerman @ 7:13 am EDT

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