Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... November, 2008

November 1, 2008 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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[MEG33]

For this beautiful scripture and scene,
jaycee..
Have A Blessed Lord's Day

[The Mayor]

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November 30, 2008

Lend A Hand

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READ: Romans 12:9-21

Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. —Romans 12:15

The next month will be very difficult for many people who are still reeling from a loss this past year. The crippling hurt caused by the absence of a loved one can cloud holiday gatherings and even dim the desire to celebrate the birth of Jesus.

Poet Ann Weems has written:

Some of us walk into Advent
tethered to our unresolved yesterdays,
the pain still stabbing,
the hurt still throbbing.
It’s not that we don’t know better;
it’s just that we can’t stand up
anymore by ourselves.
On the way to Bethlehem,
will you give us a hand?

In Romans 12:9-21, Paul gives ways to express practical Christianity in our relationships. One seems especially needed at this time of year: “Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep” (v.15). We can “give a hand” to grieving friends and family by understanding their sorrow and not expecting them to “get over it” in time to celebrate the holidays. We can freely mention the name of the person whose death has brought such desolation and then share a fond memory. We can be quiet, listen, and pray for God’s help.

Only God can heal the deep wounds of the heart, but we can lend a hand.

If I can help some wounded heart,
If I can by my love impart
Some blessing that will help more now—
Lord, just show me how. —Brandt

No one is strong enough to bear his burdens alone.

Bible in One Year: Psalms 137–139

[MEG33]

Thank you, Mayor
for always starting my day off right
Christmas was the hardest time when I lost my
husband..May all who mourn be comforted.
Have a Blessed Lord's Day

[The Mayor]

Good Morning Meg.
I can only imagine the difficulty.
A good friend of ours died a couple days ago,
Christmas will be hard for Bruce, her husband, this year.

[MEG33]

;o)
Thank you(((jaycee)))

[The Mayor]

I can only imagine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GphmdhLMGE

[MEG33]

That first year my husband’s cousin had Christmas Day dinner..We always gathered at my house..It took me two hours to put together a broccoli casserole that usually took me 30 minutes..Decades have past..My Christmases were never the same..but I have now accepted the great difference and rejoiced with my children when I can..It is a very difficult transition..May God be with Bruce and may he be surrounded with love and understanding.
My husband’s brother lost his eldest daughter this year..I will be thinking of them and her children.

[MEG33]

Well..That “sermon” sure made the screen blurry..I recall the story..Thank you, Mayor.

[jaycee]

I love the story and I love the song but it sure tears me up. Thank you, Mr. Mayor and Meg.

[MEG33]

This is such a beautiful poem and picture..
Thank you, LadyJ!

[MEG33]

Same here, jaycee.

[Kitty Mittens]

Your Post is So Beautiful, Meg!
Have a Wonderful Day, Everyone.

[MEG33]

~Happy Lord's Day To You~
Thank you for the lovely flowers from King's Ranch
Amen to your scripture..It is always a treat to see your King's
Ranch pictures, (((Kitty)))
I'm glad you liked my Welcome!

[MEG33]

Today We Celebrate


The Season Of Advent
Catholic Traditions

Season Of Anticipation and Hope O Come, O Come Emmanuel

Lucy Maud Montgomery's Birthday~1874

Biography and Information Anne Of Green Gables Online

Mark Twain's Birthday 1889

All About Mark Twain Quotable Quotes
Computer Security Day

Meth Awaremess Day
Information

[Lady Jag]

Do you love Sunday mornings? I do.

	I Love Sunday Mornings

			I checked in the fridge; enough eggs, bags of bacon, stacks of sausages, tons of tomatoes, masses of mushrooms. No black pudding, but never mind I still love Sunday mornings. Church bells through an open window mix melodies with soft playing radio I just love Sunday Mornings Our garden lifted its face to a new morning sun as buds slowly opened; to oblige nectar-hungry bees. I really love Sunday mornings A newspaper fell onto our hallway mat. The kettle reached its switch-off state. You then appeared at the top of the stairs and whispered me back to bed… I really, really love Sunday mornings Ian Bowen

[Lady Jag]

Thank you; I love that poem, too. We have good taste. {{{HUGS!!!}}}

[MEG33]

May You Have A Wonderful Sunday

Thank you for this charming poem!

[MEG33]

;o)
(((HUGS)))

[ConorMacNessa]

GOD BLESS AND PROTECT OUR TROOPS!

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Dear God, who suffered
torment, agony and death upon the Cross
to free our souls from the chains of iniquity;
protect and defend our troops.
Guide them in the performance of
their Duties.
Strengthen them to endure hardship,
danger, and deprivation in
Your service.
Let their efforts free the people
of Iraq from the chains of terror
and slavery, foster a lasting peace
in the region, and bring all to a
greater share in Your mercy.
Amen.

[ConorMacNessa]

GOD BLESS AND PROTECT OUR TROOPS!

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Amazing Grace

by John Newton

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, .
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
.
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
.
The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.
.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, Who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.