BEING WISE

Treasured wisdom comes from years of experience. It consists of the many mistakes made in life, the numerous positive and happy moments shared with friends and family, by what we should or should not have said to or about others, or crying later, about ‘if only’ we had visited that one ill friend before he or she died. With a prayer to ask for forgiveness, saying what we will do ‘next time,’ we will use our new wisdom to do experience life in a better way.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE CARDS IN THE MAIL

Being the recipient of mailed cards, two days in a row, from a person thanking me for the little things I’ve said and wishing me well, left me with such smiles on my face. What a pleasant surprise, to receive handwritten notes among the mundane bills. Now, I in turn, plan to pass on these pleasantries to others, making their days become nicer ones, as they reach into their mailboxes. Blessings can arrive in the tiniest of ways
~Marie T. Morrison~

Resplendent Wings

Asleep and very ill,
I was awakened
by an
angelic vision
standing there,
to the
left of my bedside.

She had
a
face of porcelain,
her cheeks
casting a shade of rosy pink,
her loving dark brown eyes
looked over to me,
only a thin,
but gentle,
smile on her face.

Her
light brown hair,
with rays
of gold shining through it,
page-boy style,
reached to her shoulders,
where it met
with her
long pale
green gown,
flowing outwards,
barely touching the floor.

My special angel
did not
stand much taller
than my
bed rails,
but her wings
were of pure
resplendence.
One wing alone
was much
wider and taller
than two,
depicted in
any
piece of art.

I was
in
breathless awe
as I stared
at their
heavenly and glorious transcendence.
In
multiple layers,
there were
fleeting plumes
of
fluffy
white feathers,
curving outwards,
oh,
of such brilliance!

As I remained
in my silent state,
unable to speak
because of
the majestic glory
standing by me,
she reached out toward me.
Her long bell-shaped sleeves
of the pale-green gown
touched by
arms
as
she took
my hands
into hers.
In a
tender, calming
voice,
she said to me,
“I have come to take you home.”

This,
I was not expecting.
Tears filled my eyes,
and
in a weeping voice,
I replied,
“Please, let me stay.
I’m not yet ready to go.”
With one final look at me,
having the gentle, thin smile,
and her loving dark brown eyes,
she faded from my sight.

My time
here is
God’s time.
He has
blessed me,
so I will treasure
His gift.
When He
wants me
to go home,
I know
a
special angel
will come
to
take me there.

~Marie T. Morrison~

LAUGHING TIMES

Visiting and laughing with those surrounding us, having no limit on the time together, can do wonders for the spirit and soul. A silent prayer to God will have the angels of heaven join in song, their crystal clear voices seen through the sparkling gems in the dark of night, each star holding a beautiful memory.
~Marie T. Morrison~

SPLENDORS OF DISCOVERY

The magnitude of our God-given lives goes far beyond our perceptions. We do recognize that the sky has billions of stars, the beauty in the sunrises and the serenity of colors in sunsets. We admire God’s creations in the quickness of hummingbirds and at the grandeur of waterfalls. Each day, we alone discover something new God has provided. Not any of us will ever find all He has blessed the earth with during our time here. Valuing every minute of the day will allow for continual new splendors, brought to us by our ever-loving God.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WRITING IT DOWN

I look down my list, to see who it is I am praying for. What comfort it brings, to pick up the phone, to say I am still thinking of your loved one, how are you and the family doing. It may be a friend of a friend; it does not matter, I have it marked what the connection is, to ask the appropriate question. To show true concern brings such delight. It is living in the image of God, to care for others.
~Marie T. Morrison~

GETTING THROUGH THE MAZE

GETTING THROUGH THE MAZE
No matter the labyrinth of troubles, God is there, guiding one through the mazes of life. His mighty Spirit helps to bear the exhausting weight, making the load lighter. What a relief this should bring while conversing to God, thanking Him for being there amongst the storm, no matter how turbulent it gets.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT MAKES THE BEAT

Our heart does not beat alone, as God’s heart also beats within us, His Spirit always there. Joining the pulse of life is faith itself, the heart of our existence. The sensation of feeling blessed never goes away, always being thankful for the beautiful moments to enjoy among God’s glory.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE CONSCIENCE AND A HEALTHY LIFE

Filling the conscience with good thoughts instead of what is cumbersome is much less stressful on one. It is a way to nurture the mind, part of God’s Spirit working within each of us. Once nourished, all of the body is empowered. A new strength is felt, God’s wisdom taking over any negativity, ready to move on to a healthy life.
~Marie T. Morrison~
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LISTEN, CONVERSE

LISTEN,CONVERSE
While teaching a child recently about God, she would often express, “Really? I didn’t know that!” She was darling, black braids falling in front of her shoulders, grinning big, a front tooth missing in her smile. Seated at first, she was soon standing beside me, anxious to share with me how to apply what she learned to something today. Just as the Lord planned, we learned from one another. Teach, converse, listen, converse. What a way for our faith to grow!

FADING DREAMS

When you can get everything you want, there is nothing left for dreams. If there is nothing left for dreams, prayers begin to fade. Once they fade, so does the image of God. I would rather hold onto my dreams.
~Marie T. Morrison~

JOY AMONG SORROW

Through the turmoil, having humor can bring such a breath of fresh air. A new friend can bring just the laughter needed, as well as a relative or a friend of many years. It might even be the action of a loved one, now passed, that brings the joy among the sorrow. As always, it is God, bringing his lightness among the darkness, never ceasing to show us how opposing forces work as one.
~Marie T. Morrison~