By Patricia Ann 05/26/2022
There are those (and they're not a few) Who see a sky and see just blue. But there are those (and they are few) Who see much more than others do...
And because their hearts hold a larger store, when they write, their words mean more. (Author unknown)
My Heart's Desire
by Patricia Ann
Father God, this is my plea! Open my eyes that I might see!
Yesterday's Narcissist written by Patricia Ann
As the little bird sings
When the World Went Crazy, My God Stayed the Same
As I Was called to watch over the sheep
Christmas is a special timeFor happiness and joy.It is meant to celebrateThe birth of a little boyWho was born in the strawTo the Virgin MaryWhile many people in the worldLooked at Him in awe.They named the baby, JesusAs in Mary's lap He lay~And Shepherds from all overCame to see Him on that day.He grew to be the greatest manThat there could ever be~For Jesus gave up His lifeJust for you and me.We should all be thankful~Not just when Christmas time is here~But also every other dayWe see throughout the year.written by Patricia Ann - 1982
For years she was drowning,being pulled down in a sea of tears, into the depths of Hell.She tried to breathe and gasped for air,filled with anxiety and despair.She knew that somedayshe would die before her time.The stress would cause cancer.Or she would be beaten to death,her body left to rot,just like her spirit had been.She had lost herself, who she was,somewhere in the madness of his desire to control her.It was his living hell that she was pulled into,and for so many years, that was where she dwelled.Nobody could find her!Nobody could know - the fear and the hell she lived! Then one day it hit her, the complete and total fear of dying by his hand anddying in his hell!It was then that she foundthe courage and the strength to call out for help.She peaked out of her hell and found a tremendous resource of help.There were others just like her!If only she had known,she wouldn't have spent so many years feeling alone, lost in the hell of a man -living a hell of his own.Her life is changed todaywith thanks to God and all of the special people whospeak up for victims rights.She no longer sleeps in fear at night.She is healthy and well with a desire to fight for righteousnesswith her friends out there for victims rights.
I looked across the fields today~and saw a field of new mowed hay.There was so much of beauty there~It lifted from me a load of care.You see, I had been very blue~about things I didn't understand.The answer came,"That's work of God's hand!"If all along life's weary road~we think we bear a heavy load.We'd find it easy to understandIf we'd only live in God's hand.Evelyn Howard -Copyright May 23, 1956
There are sunsets filled with glory~on the pleasant earthly trail.There are days both sad and lonely ~when it seems that all things fail. But the sadness all will vanish~ And our failures disappear~ When we ride that trail up yonder~and the sunsets leave down here. When we ride that long last trail~and we reach the Holy Grail~we will all be very happy~when we ride that last long trail. Up there we'll see no sunsets.Up there 'twill all be light. Up there 'twill be all sunshine.There will be no dreary night. For Our Savior has prepared it~and we know He will not fail~and our way He'll lead to Glory! ~ when we ride that last long trail. Evelyn Howard -Copyright 1940