Showing posts with label sundays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sundays. Show all posts

Sunday, August 21, 2011

A Sunday Verse


Hi all,

Hope you all had a wonderful Sunday. I am inspired today by a pair of verses in Psalm 104:

Who cover Yourself with light as with a garment, who stretch out the heavens like a curtain. He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters, who makes the clouds His chariot, who walks on the wings of the wind.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Gratitude & Easter Sunday



Hi all,

Here are my thoughts of gratitude for this Easter Sunday. May you and your loved ones have a blessed and wonderful Easter!!

Sacrifice and love
Hope, Resurrection, and Life
Wonder and beauty of pastel eggs
Reverence
Reflection
Appreciation for friends and family
Sumptuous Easter Breakfast

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Thankful Sunday III

Here are my thoughts of gratitude from my journal:

Sharing poetry
Time on earth
Dreams are possible
God answers prayers
A new day is like starting over
Nighttime is a place of reflection
All things are possible
Faith moves mountains

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Thankful Sunday II

Here are some things I'm thankful for this week:

The melody and vibrato of words
Beautiful metaphors
The discovery of new words
The aroma of a new book
Flipping to the next page
Singing to myself
A moment of silence
Smiles from strangers
Random acts of kindness
Digging deep and finding the answer
Saying yes
Finding light in darkness

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Thankful Sunday

As I posted last Sunday, I have been keeping a daily gratitude journal. I'd like to share more offerings of thanksgiving to begin the new week:


The process of waiting (God is answering)
Daily cups of inspiration
My family's love
My wonderful and fun friends

Weekends and sleeping in

Words and creativity

Monday, August 24, 2009

Slow Sundays

Slow Sundays
When the crown of the sun
Rouses from the hills
But never stirs
And little ones play
Beneath their beds
Spiritual souls
Bow their heads
In blessed pews
And birds sink deep
Upon their nest
To warm their eggs
Mama kneads the dough
And kisses her bread
While papa rests upon the radio
Absorbed in his team instead
Quiet and empty
The desolate road fades
Darkness settles over Sunday
The bustle of life rushes in again