Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... April, May and June 2015

April 1, 2015 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie; Meg33, Friends

[JustAmy]

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Never Forget!





Bad Penny



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[Kitty Mittens]

Thank you for the Friday and Caturday Pings & Posts, Dear FRiends!

(((((Goodnight, and God Bless)))))

[luvie]

Good to see you rockin’ here, too! :)

[luvie]

Proverbs 31:10-12
Who can find a virtuous woman?
for her price is far above rubies.

The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her,
so that he shall have no need of spoil.

She will do him good and not evil
all the days of her life.

My Mom-Rest Her Soul...

Providence~O Come Angel Band.wma

Providence~Thomas's Song.wma

Providence~He Is Ever Over Me.wma

Providence~Lord Feed Your Children.wma

Providence~Amazing Grace.wma

Providence~Sweet Beulah Land

HAVE A BLESSED LORD'S DAY!

[GailA]

Dedicated to my Mom in Heaven. Happy Mother's Day Mom.

Momma's Rocking Chair
Momma's rocking chair

Roses for Mamma C.W. McCall
Roses for Mama C.W. McCall

[MEG33]

Lovely mother, LUV...Thank you for sharing her and for your wonderful scripture and music.
Have A Blessed Mother’s Day and Lord’s Day

[MEG33]

Thank you , Gail, for the lovely graphic and music.
I wish you a blessed Lord’s Day and Mother’s Day.

[MEG33]

Thank you, Bob, for your beautiful poetry.
I wish you a blessed Sunday.

[The Mayor]

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No Need Is Too Trivial

May 10, 2015

As a father pities his children, so the Lord pities those who fear Him. —Psalm 103:13

Several mothers of small children were sharing encouraging answers to prayer. Yet one woman said she felt selfish about troubling God with her personal needs. “Compared with the huge global needs God faces,” she explained, “my circumstances must seem trivial to Him.”

Moments later, her little son pinched his fingers in a door and ran screaming to his mother. She didn’t say, “How selfish of you to bother me with your throbbing fingers when I’m busy!” She showed him great compassion and tenderness.

As Psalm 103:13 reminds us, this is the response of love, both human and divine. In Isaiah 49, God said that even though a mother may forget to have compassion on her child, the Lord never forgets His children (v.15). God assured His people, “I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands” (v.16).

Such intimacy with God belongs to those who fear Him and who rely on Him rather than on themselves. As that child with throbbing fingers ran freely to his mother, so may we run to God with our daily problems.

Our compassionate God doesn’t neglect others to respond to our concerns. He has limitless time and love for each of His children. No need is too trivial for Him.

You take great delight in me, Lord, and quiet me with Your love. You rejoice over me with singing, like a mother singing a lullaby over her child. Thank You for Your tender love for me.

God holds His children in the palm of His hand.

INSIGHT: Isaiah has the most messianic references of any Old Testament prophetic book, containing extraordinary prophecies of both Christ’s miraculous birth and His atoning death. Today’s reading begins a section of prophecies about the Divine Servant, highlighted by the description of His suffering in Isaiah 53. This suffering comes to the Servant from God’s own hand and ultimately finds its fulfillment at the cross where Christ bore the sins of the world.

[MEG33]

Beautiful message of God's love for us, Rus.
I Am So Grateful To You For Our Daily Bread

[mylife]

I get out now and again.

[MEG33]

~Welcome To Mother's Day Sunday~
At Amy's Place

Pino..."Remember When"

~Remembering My Mother's Love~

I remember, I remember, as I sit in quiet mood,
Scenes of childhood, tastes of Summer,
What a pleasant interlude!

I recall with certain odors, simple pleasures of the past,
Mother baking, Mother singing,
Times I hoped would always last.

Mother’s love was like a blanket, shielding me from chill of night,
Gentle touching, soft caresses,
Weaving charms against my fright.

I remember, I remember, Mother always stood with me,
Could I love her as she loved me?
Could I love her endlessly?

Quiet moments fill with music, lullabies my Mother cooed,
As my days grow long and darkened,
These are now my dreamlife food.

NicknamedBob . . . . . May 12, 2007

BLESSINGS TO ALL WHO ENTER HERE

[MEG33]

Always happy to see you here. Happy Mother’s Day Sunday

[MEG33]

Adorable, Kitty.

[GailA]

It’s going to be another day, my boys forget I exist unless they need money or a unpaid baby sitter in the case of my eldest.

They live 22 miles round trip, I don’t even get a card. They ignored my birthday last year too.

[luvie]

Thank you...you too!

This is a typical day picture of her at the stove. She had a love/hate relationship with it. LOL!

[luvie]

Lovely picture and sweet, heartfelt poem from our resident poet.

[MEG33]

Thank you, LUV.

[NicknamedBob]

A Mother Is ...

A mother is a messenger, who bears a precious gift,
And even in the wrapping tissue we find some gems to sift.
The more we learn of life, the more we stop and stare,
For how can such a wondrous thing be conjured out of air?

A mother is a vessel, a type of cooking pot,
Whose love provides the warmth so that it doesn’t get too hot.
And she provides the nutrients, our flesh is of her soil,
And when the child is born it’s she who does the toil,

Of cleaning it, and feeding it, and teaching it to smile,
A small reward to mother for her efforts all the while.
A mother is a garden spot, where God instills a spark,
A holy flame to kindle for the world’s encroaching dark.

For every child’s a candle, sent to fill the world with light,
And mother is the shielded hand that saves it for the night.
A mother does the work of God in bringing forth a child,
And Godly patience helps her to prevent its running wild.

We recognize her efforts with some flowers and a card,
Oblivious to the challenges she faced, and it was hard,
To make a sterling citizen from the plans placed in her head,
She had to compromise a bit, ‘cause she got us instead.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . May 8, 2004

[MEG33]

;o)

Thank you, Bob!