Scars

Though scars may fade and even heal,

their presence still remain.

While not allowing us to forget,

our fleshy wounds and pain.

The visible reminders of many journeys,

tough travels over time,

Consistently failing to forgive,

a self-defeating crime.

If only we would realize,

that forgiveness is the truth.

The visible scars may still remain,

 our healing is the the proof.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

2014 in review

Thanks to everyone for all of the wonderful support of my blog in 2014. A special thanks to my most frequent comment makers and very interactive fellow bloggers: Levi Thetford, Lorrie Bowden, Mihrank, Viktoryarch and The True Light.  Your positive support is priceless!! 🙂

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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,500 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 42 trips to carry that many people.

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Embrace the Joy of Christian Giving

Here is a beautiful poem that I’d like to share with you. It was part of “Inspiration Corner”, a segment that is featured on Sundays during church services I attend. I think it is awesome and hope that you enjoy it as well!

I learned six truths about giving today–

Truths from God’s Word, not what men say;

Truths that teach me how I should live,

And the joy I receive as I learn to give.

I learned to give myself to God first,

My will in His, completely submersed.

I am bought with a price, I’m not my own.

These things I enjoy He’s given on loan.

I respond to God with a joyful heart;

No grudging response as I do my part.

My spirit enjoys a renaissance

When giving freely is my response.

Someday soon I will give account

For what I did with the great amount

That God freely gave to meet my need

And also to give as He decreed.

I learned to release what is His anyway,

To bring my offering on the Lord’s Day.

I do not give to hear man’s praise;

I simply desire to live God’s way.

I learned ever time I receive my pay

To bring my gift the next Lord’s day.

By giving with order and discipline

It strengthens me and pleases Him.

I learned of God’s Promise to supply,

If the well of my riches ever goes dry,

He will never stand idly by

Forsaking His servant until I die.

God can be trusted to meet all our need.

So don’t be afraid to follow His lead.

If you would find joy in Christian living,

Embrace the grace of Christian giving.

By George Cuff

Passionate Crime…

I once hurt someone who to me was very dear,

so young at the time, overcome with so much fear.

So many years have passed since I broke this brother’s heart,

I only hope he has forgiven me, while making a fresh start.

He was the one and only ~ my first true love,

the feelings that we shared, I now only dream of.

I often wonder how I could have done such a thing,

to a brother who undoubtedly made my heart sing.

I could blame it on m y age, so young at the time,

I just can’t make sense of it, this passionate crime.

However, what goes around does come back around,

for the love this brother gave, I have not again found.

But time does heal and I must forgive me,

and until I do this, I will never be free.

Free to explore and give love again,

knowing another’s heart, I can capture and win.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Images: Free google images: lunagirl

There’s Room in My Heart…

 

 

Just when I think I can’t fit one person more,

every tiny space filled,

from ceiling to floor.

One more soul seeking desperately to fit in

needing love and acceptance,

from a trusted friend.

My heart is full and is sure to burst.

But there’s still room left,

my lite’s motto and curse.

It’s hard to imagine leaving anyone out,

to love and to accept,

is what it’s really all about.

So my heart squeezes tightly

to make one more space.

For it is always open,

everyone has a place.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Imagine…

 

peacock  vintage  by Romany Soup, via Flickr    very retro and so retro  lovely

 

Imagine the world through another’s eyes,

those of a strange and peculiar one

that see things through a wider scope.

Where any and everything imaginable is possible.

Imagine those very same eyes,

staring and creating visions unique

multifaceted, supreme mystique.

New life born through those eyes,

that left you stunned and mesmerized.

Imagine a life materialized,

through hopes and dreams now realized.

Imagine the world through another’s eyes.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Image: Peacock Vintage by Romany Soup