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Respect Isn’t The Easiest Thing

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R-E-S-P-E-C-T tell me what it means to thee.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T I’ll tell you what it means to me.

You see, respect is…
Oh gosh, respect isn’t the easiest thing.  It really isn’t.  Sometimes it’s as natural as can… like showing respect to doctors and policemen.  But sometimes, respect between people can be harder to figure out. 

respect isn't the easiest thing, text. Two hands holding a heart image.

Respect isn’t the easiest thing

In talking with a new friend,
With carefulness of speech,
Because in learning about
Personal history
And the hardness of life,
One learns to tread carefully.

Not for fear of loss
of friendship.
Though friends are
cherished dear.
But out of respect for
that friendship.
Wanting to respect that
hardness of life,
changes perspectives.

Perspective that teaches
you have to work with what
you got.
Nothing else will do that
for you.
Work with it.
Mind your business and hold
it tight.

Be a person of faith.
It’s a good thing.
Respect that God
has your back and teaches
you through the
“HMMS” of life.

You see it’s that
perspective that binds
us together.
That awareness of the
power of God.
Who even with our different
perspectives,
Binds hearts together.

So respect isn’t the
easiest thing.
But if you work at it
you’ll find something.
Most anything, that will
make it possible.

Friends, mutually respected,
Helping you to
look beyond the moment.
and to a future promised.
It’s a good thing no?

Respect isn't the easiest thing

This post is part of the five minute Friday word prompt provided by Miss Kate.  Write for five minutes, link up, go visit those who have linked up before you.  Encourage the heart of others, it’s the centre of our community.

Faith Like the Young

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As I pondered the word young (the FMF word prompt) this verse popped into my head.  “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven”  Matthew 18:3   I’ve been pondering it all day wondering how I can make it work with this word… and finally hit upon Faith like the young.  We need to have this kind of faith!

faith like the young

Faith Like the Young

Faith like the young
the verse runs true.
Faith like a child
will see you through.

So often we say,
to childhood I will go
Thinking of the freedom
Avoid adulthood go.

But we often fail to see
the faith that children have
An important part of childhood
To their heart a salve.

But remember now these words
That Jesus said,
Hinder not the children
Let them come to me instead.

The faith of a child
so trusting and so deep
Is the faith that we must have
If to heaven we will leap.

Consider yet the wisdom
of the youth within our midst
Can still the foe and avenger
Cause them to desist.

The simple wisdom of a child
Simple faith they hold dear
Simple words of clarity
A faith that’s not so meer.

Remember when you seek
like a child so to be
It’s the faith of a child
that opes heaven up to thee.

faith like the young

Scripture Referenced

As I sought out the words to round out my poem Faith like the Young, I referenced these bible verses.   

But Jesus said “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them,
for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”  Matthew 19:4

“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven”  Matthew 18:3

Out of the mouth of babies and infants, you have established strength because of your foes, to still the enemy and the avenger. Psalm 8:2

Building this type of faith means spending time in good devotionals.   I found these affiliate links to items we have actually used that might might find helpful as well. 

SchoolhouseTeachers.com also has some excellent devotionals and bible studies for all ages.  Well worth looking into. 

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A Smile Makes it Better

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Tired and sleepy-eyed on a hot Friday afternoon I fear I didn’t do justice to my thoughts, but perhaps I did.  I was thinking about the word smile and thought about how often a smile makes it better.  Wanted to encourage others in this Five Minute Friday word prompt post to remember the power of a smile. 

A smiles makes it better

A Smile Makes it Better

Have you ever noticed how
a smile makes it better?
Creates a bit of joy,
and welcome.

A smile is simply a frown
Turned upside.
A change in perspective
Needed to change the course of a day.

10-12 muscles to smile
6-11 muscles to frown
So consider that upturned lips
is a small weight loss tool! 🙂

Unfortunately at times
a smile is a falsity shown
hiding truth, yet
Perhaps believed?

But at times forcing a smile
Causes a change in behaviour,
Encouraging a postive outlook.
Where before bleakness lived.

Take a moment and try it
when feeling sad and alone
Smile at the person walking
down the side of the road.

See what a smile can bring
in the heart of a little child
or a granny sitting on her porch
a smile matters.

A smile brings cheer and
The cheerful of heart
has a continual feast
a feast of joy sown.

Have you noticed a grin brings
A light to the eyes
Which in turn rejoices the heart
of all who see it.

Show the cheer that you have within
Bring light to those around
It’s a grace we can offer
To a hurting world.

For a smile
Makes it better
Let it start from
the decisions you make.

Beam at those around
offer a moment of cheer.
Let the grace of God within
A beacon in the night.

Scriptures Referenced

 A glad heart makes a cheerful face, but by sorrow of heart the spirit is crushed.  Proverbs 15:13 

 All the days of the afflicted are evil, but the cheerful of heart has a continual feast.  Proverbs 15:15 

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad.  Proverbs 12:25  

The light of the eyes rejoices the heart, and good news refreshes the bones.  Proverbs 15:30 

Endure the burden

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I have fought the fight I have finished the race
I have kept the faith
I have fought the good fight I have finished the race
I have kept the faith.

These are the first words I thought of when I saw the word endure.  It’s another Five minute Friday word prompt from Miss Kate.  Endure the burden, fight the good fight.

people running a race

Endure the burden

What does it means you know, to fight the good fight and to finish the race?  To finish a race means you’ve stuck it out, you have endured to the end.

Today the heat
got the best of one of my does.
Despite all I could do
and all that I tried,
the heat she couldn’t survive.

Should I let her suffer
To endure pain?
Or should I let her suffering end.
Should I endure the burden
Of being one who cares for animals?

I chose to take up that burder
Some 15 years back.
Most of the time,
It brings immense joy.
But occasionally, the burden
Is indeed a burden.

The ending of life
is one that must be taken up.
When you know that the one
suffering will not recover.

This doe was one born
with a mindset to fear.
Handling her caused
unmeasured stress.
Caring for her, trying to help her
Probably caused her illness to advance.
She never took to it well.
She was not one that I would call
Born to a life of endurance.
Hers was to avoid and hide away,
despite continued kindness.

Makes me think of
The people around
How some endure, ever so well.
and yet others, the slightest pressure,
causes them to wilt away.
Yet all of us, I suppose,
In our own way endure.

Sticking to what we know
Striving somehow, to make a difference,
To somehow matter.

For those of us who have faith
in the one true living God.
The call of Paul encourages us,
Despite our frailties,
to Endure.

To fight the fight,
to finish the race,
to keep the faith.

2 Timothy 4:7 – I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith

Worth

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I saw the word prompt from Miss Kate last night, and as I did the bunny chores this morning I considered it.  Worth, such a loaded word for many. This makes it an excellent word prompt don’t you think?  

worth

How do you measure worth?
Coin?
Social status?
Power?
Connectiveness?
People following you?
Positions held?
Social media?
Attention from those that be?

Worth can be measured
in countless ways.
As many stars are in the sky
Can worth be measured.

And yet
Worth is meaningless.

It is so easily discounted
Unless it matters to
The one you speak with.

Yet God tells us this
are we not worth more
than the sparrows?
than the flowers of the field?

So why do we concern
ourselves
with our worth?

What does it matter?
If in the eyes of some you are
baggage?

Does your wife love you?
Does she wear her
Pride for you full well?

Does your husband
Mind you full well?
Caring for your opinion
and how others see his beloved?

Do your children rejoice
(yes I know)
That you are their mom?
Glad that they are yours
and no others?

Do you go about your
business
with honour and integrity.
Giving to God what is his due?

Then consider this
You are worth more
than sparrows or flowers
And God cares for them too.

Imagine how much more worth
You hold
to HIM.

And concern yourself not
with
Worth.

worth more than flowers

Matthew 6:28

And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin,

Luke 12:7

Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Stay Connected, Safely?

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I was up early this morning, far earlier than I wanted to be, and the first thing on my mind, was “what can I write for the word stay”?   This is the five-minute-Friday prompt from Miss Kate.  I thought about stay-cations, and staying put, safety in shelter, the staying in your place thing that people of colour must often feel.   Then my Miss Lizzy thought “oh, the ma’am is awake, perhaps I can get her to pet me”.   Mild inspiration struck. 

stay connected safely

Miss Lizzy came
A caution warned
“She likes to nibble,
Just a bit”.

The first week here
Lizzy, a year-old rescue
almost returned.
Nibbles are bites, not quite forewarned.

One week in
An odd thing happened
Miss Lizzy offered
a surprise.

A bath
I expected a
Screaming, fighting mess
A battle on my hands.

But
Miss Lizzy stopped.
She stood quiet
Docile and compliant.

My fellows I told,
Miss Lizzy stays
A firm hand
Combined with Gentleness.

So now
“Lizzy! NO bites”
Finger tap on forehead
Lizzy listens.

“Lizzy wants pets?”
Tapping a chair
Up Lizzy pops,
It’s much safer up there.

As Lizzy learns,
She teaches us much.
This much is good.
THIS much is too far!

My hubby complains
“This cat is not mine!”
Every cat thus far is
His or the lads.

But my baby girl
Follows me everywhere
Indoors or out
My cat is everywhere.

To me she is connected
Like a toy on a string
Stay connected safely
It is a really good thing.

I wonder as I look
at the world we are in
Can lessons from Lizzy
Be a possible thing?

The world with it’s riots
Protests, hatred and more
Screams THIS TOO MUCH IS TOO FAR
We can’t take anymore!

What will it take?
For connections to stay?
Say this much is good,
With safety for all?

Stay safely connected,
with firm hand combined
With gentleness guiding
Can we now abide?

Miss Lizzy

To be honest, I don’t know.  I don’t know what it will take to change the world.  There will always be divisions.  People like to put labels on things and situations and each other.  Once labels are applied, division happens.  Sin causes division. 

Can people own up to their own sin?  Their sin of lumping everyone together?  Whether it be police officers, people of colour, individuals with special needs, the elderly, the young etc. How do we own up to the sin we often just can’t see?   Seriously, I think it comes down to more people need to see the firm hand of God.  A hand that he lovingly combines with gentleness, helping us to stay connected to him.   Can we look past our sin to see a person we can connect with?

O For a Closer Walk with God

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I had forgotten about this song, I’ve sung O for a Closer Walk with God just enough to be familiar with the tune. Lift up your Hearts hymnal brought it back to my attention. 

O For a Closer Walk with God

O For a Closer Walk with God, Lyrics

O for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus, and His Word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn
And drove Thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

Author and History

William Cowper, an English poet, is the author of this hymn.    I found this quote on the Cyber hymnal “I be­gan to com­pose them yes­ter­day morn­ing be­fore day­break, but I fell asleep at the end of the first two lines. When I awaked again, the third and fourth verses were whis­pered to my heart in a way I have oft­en ex­per­i­enced.”  He wrote those words to his aunt. 

After being institutionalized for insanity, he found peace in evangelical Christianity.  He wrote many of the Olney Hymns and was friends with John Newton.  Becoming involved with the anti-slavery movement he wrote The Negro’s Complaint. 

Born in England, his mother died in his early childhood while birthing his brother John.  His father was a rector. Depression followed William Cowper throughout his life. HymnTime has a list of the hymns he wrote. 

He also helped with Glorious Things of Thee are Spoken and There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy. 

Thinking Deeper

Turning to fervent evangelical Christianity was pivotal in the life of William Cowper.  Due to his depression, faith became important, as a result we have hymns with which to praise God.  I look at that and I’m happy about that.  Happy that God took a life that was miserable and turned it into a blessing for others.   I’m not happy that Cowper struggled, but I’m happy that God was able to use him well and provide him with a measure of peace.   It’s a good thing don’t you think?