Friday, April 1, 2011

FOREVER

A baby’s ‘forever’ is wanting a loving hug. For a toddler, it is to finally have an empty tummy filled. A child wonders how much longer it is until the next birthday. The teen waits forever for a first kiss, while the graduate anxiously wonders when a future employer will call. The adult is hoping life will go on forever. Our Spirit will always live on, in God’s eternal Kingdom.
~Marie T. Morrison

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

SENT FROM GOD

Encouragement and comfort can mean more than dinner out and a cozy pair of gloves. While both bring warmth, the latter is temporary. The former will bring everlasting memories, a heartfelt feeling of love, sent from God.
~Marie T. Morrison~

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

DO NOT BE AFRAID

Do not be afraid. Say the words. Say the words again, with passion, feeling God’s strength behind them. A fear may arise, a tremble can shake the body, a memory will cause a stir, but remain unafraid. God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit are surrounding us, no matter where we are or who is nearby. With Him, we are safe.
~Marie T. Morrison~

Monday, March 28, 2011

ANOTHER STORY

As we witness a wrinkle, we envision a line of wisdom. Look beyond the wisdom, picturing the experience behind it. Give honor to it, understanding the humility given to earn that line. Respect is deserved, with an ear to hear the stories to connect one line to the next, just as the Spirit connects one generation to another, always having an interest to listen to one more story.
~Marie T. Morrison~

Sunday, March 27, 2011

THE WRONG PHONE NUMBER

For hours,
he talked on the phone.
twisting its curled cord
around his finger,
expressions on his face
changing frequently.
He cracked a smile at times,
other moments
howls of laughter could be heard,
always listening with intensity.

Shared
were stories of the past,
tales of the present,
recollections of school recess,
of
childhood summers
at the neighborhood pool.

All along,
a wrong phone number
had been dialed,
two strangers
becoming quick friends.
A decision was made,
where to meet,
to break bread together,
as brethren do.

The day arrived
anxiously awaiting the hour.
There she stood,
and waited.
He saw her
from a distance,
continuing to walk on,
not liking what he saw.
She patiently
leaned against the fence post,
not knowing
he had already passed by.

Beauty
had already been seen from within,
but
vanity
remained
the grand master.

Left behind,
she feels empty.
Later,
she will understand
her character
is the
one filled
with love,
God’s Spirit
and the caring
for others.

Will he
ever understand?
Maybe.
At that time,
he will apologize
to the girl,
forever leaning
on the fence post,
realizing
vanity
is never
the grand master.

~Marie T. Morrison~