“I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.” Psalm 40:1
There are so many things in our daily lives which are difficult to wait for. Talk to God today and let Him know what is bothering you. God hears the prayers of those who love Him.
“You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength.” Deuteronomy 6:5
What do you love? Can God be included in the things you love?
Is what makes you who you are, the part that will be left after the body decays, focused on growing spiritual? Can you read just one verse from the Bible a day and think about what God is saying?
Are you weary? Do you know what foods nourish your body? Do you take care of the flesh God has given to you? Try taking a walk and talk with God.
Just one day to get to love God better💕
“Evening and morning and at noon I will pray, and cry aloud, And He shall hear my voice.”
Psalm 55:17
Winter’s Song
Down dark dewing lane,
as December settles
like the down of a thistle,
a misty moon lurks low
playing shadow games
on latticed bare branches.
A whisper of winter’s
snows stirs in stranger
places far from my path.
In inky starlit, twinkling
night; a distant muffled
cry calls barely audible.
I stop, pull my knit hat
atop my head upwards
listening to night sounds;
waiting for what I image,
hoping there’s no foolery
about this tepid evening.
Minutes melt to
seconds and then;
a return uttered hoot
crisp, clear, cutting
and now closer to my
waiting ears, I smile.
It’s a true love song
of two Great Horned
Owls longing to mate
high in the tallest pine;
soon pale and plain eggs
will huddle in frothy feathers.
P. Wolf
“The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.”
Song of Solomon 2:8
A brown barn stands still,
as ancient, yearning years pass;
in wild winter woods.
P. Wolf
A Flickering Flame
Wood smoke lingers in frigid air,
it kindles the senses, warms my soul
strolling chilled country road fare.
Chickadees softly huddled in trees;
warming themself as wisps of clouds
vail winter morn’s bitter breeze.
Yet, I ponder days so long gone
of many misty memories made
from rising eternal, early dawns.
Did warm bonfires flicker and fill;
smoke stirring the senses of Magi
who wearily traveled down hills?
Did blazing fires dance long,
as Shepherds kept a watch
before angelic being’s song?
Did kindled fires fill crowded
streets of Bethlehem that night
before the world could bow;
to new born King in manger bed
who humbled Himself that day,
as the ancient prophecies said.
I ponder that first Christmas day
did they know a babe would be…
the Savior who slept in holy hay?
Still… smoke seeps in frigid air,
stirs the senses, warms my soul;
as I saunter slowly in prayer.
P. Wolf
“For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” Luke 2:11
2023 Journey with Grandkids
Patti Wolf 