Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Mercy

My definition for mercy ~ Deliberate Compassion


Monday, April 29, 2013

An Extra Gift

I found the thoughts on Simple Mom to be really stimulating this morning. I will go forward with a renewed vision of my own way of being an artist. Check out this post : We are all artists

From my little son

Hope

My definition for hope ~ Confident Expectation

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Joy

My personal definition for joy
Conscious Contentment





Friday, April 26, 2013

He Works

To what greater end our struggles go,
What the result is only He knows.
So whatever trials I do receive
I'll trust Him through them patiently;
And in the end when earth is past,
I will in Christ be gold at last.

~ Caitlin Mallery

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

From an Old Soul

I see a child before an empty house,
Knocking and knocking at the closed door;
He wakes dull echoes - but nor man nor mouse,
If he stood knocking there forevermore.
A mother angel, see! folding each wing,
Soft-walking, crosses straight the empty floor,
And opens to the obstinate praying thing.

~George MacDonald

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

For Simple Hearts

A plain, unlearned man that 
lives well
by that light he has is
better and wiser,
and edifies others more towards a godly and happy life.

~John Milton


Monday, April 22, 2013

Seashells

"One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few. One moon shell is more impressive than three. There is only one moon in the sky. One double-sunrise is an event; six are a succession, like a week of schooldays. …For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. …A tree has significance if one sees it against the empty face of sky. A note in music gains significance from the silences on either side. A candle flowers in the space of night. Even small and casual things take on significance if they are washed in space.”

~Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Mommy, Hold My Hand

In the darkest hour of the night
My little girl awoke with fright.
I sang a song and held her tight,
   While she held Mommy's hand.

My son is growing independent
And faces the world so confident,
But when strangeness makes him diffident,
   He reaches out for Mommy's hand.

As fever ravaged his tiny body
With chills that make the strong grow weary
Sleep came when he held fondly
  The soothing touch of Mommy's hand.

My daughter is still crawling around
My son runs to sight and sound
When they wish to share what they have found
  Then they tug on Mommy's hand.

Right now they cannot communicate
With words, they simply indicate
Their love, by hands reaching do state
    "Mommy, hold my hand."

In that gesture I see their trust
That I am doing what mothers must;
At any time or place or fuss
   Mommy will hold their hand.

By Caitlin Mallery




Inspiration

Sing them over again to me,
Wonderful words of life;
Let me more of their beauty see,
Wonderful words of life;
Words of life and beauty
Teach me faith and duty,

Beautiful words, wonderful words,
Wonderful words of life.

By Philip Bliss