28 November 2010

The House of Dolls

That night mare was a night marred.
Black as coal and coal was charred
Leaving hearts so flat and hard
Oblivious to the thing you scarred.
Let you in let your full reign ring
Well my freedom was lost when I heard death sing
Your little puppet, doll or fling
But only to you I knew how to cling
Little girl little girl
Little girl in a big big world
Found the oyster but lost the pearl
Found the beauty but lost the curls.
I was your favorite when you needed fun
Nowhere to hide, I better not run!
How was I to know the color of the sun?
When my house was the very thing it seemed to shun.
Dress me up and make me pretty
Plan my whole day and design my city
Oh on me don’t you take pity
Just control me; your little itty bitty kitty.
Aren’t you glad my mouth glued shut?
That your hands controlled my legs strut
Baby make me anything BUT
You pierced me right inside my gut.
And then. I saw what they called light
Never seen it but knew I was right
Took me away and on new heights
This little doll took an enormous flight.
I’m Sorry for my bad behavior
And for leaving all my plastic neighbors
I am done with all this boxed in labor
Gone to live with my Lord and Savior.

13 November 2010

Lost Generation. We are.

Ian Thomas, a Christian speaker once said, "The Lord Jesus died on the cross not just to get you out of Hell and into Heaven. He died upon the cross to get God out of Heaven and into you."
The past few weeks I have been trying to understand what he meant. I was thinking to myself, "Does this mean that every thought and every action I do belongs to Christ?" The answer is yes.
Today's Christianity has tainted the idea of what being a Christian really means. Other religions are rapidly growing because many people believe Christians are hypocrites. It is so frustrating! According to religioustolerance.com, 22% of the world's population is Muslim, and that number is increasing day by day. They are the second largest religion in the world. Did you know that in America, for every 1 male convert to Islam, 4 females convert to Islam? (themodernreligion.com). Recent surveys have concluded that 56% of the people who claim to be Christians don’t read the Bible. Most of us believe that saying the “Sinner’s Prayer” is all we have to do. Getting into heaven is good enough for us, as long as we do not have to follow all the rules. We pick out things in the Bible we want to follow, and ignore the ones that we don’t. To say “I am a Christian” today means little when the character of God is not present. I sometimes lose the Character of God as well. It is a part of who we are as humans who were born into sin. But society continues to tell us it’s “Ok.” Since when is the world’s version of good and evil okay?

You’re not going to like this.

We allow ourselves to indulge in the worlds pleasures, pleasing ourselves more than we please the spirit. Every time I think about this, I think about the verse that says, “Do not quench the Spirit”- (1st Thessalonians 5:19). But we grieve the Holy Spirit all the time. Think about it, is your spirit hungry? Do you find yourself being incomplete in some way, searching for fulfillment in money, clothes, sex, mindless fantasies, relationships, violence, alcohol, or drugs?

Jesus loves you and me. So much.

As a person who has received the beautiful gift of salvation and seen God at work, I don’t want a mediocre Christian life. I want a life of fulfillment and abundant Joy, living for Him. Sometimes we forget why Jesus came to earth. He left His glorious body and home in heaven to live among scoffers, heathens, the sick, and sinners alike. “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. (John 10:10). The thief is Satan, the “prince of this world”. You could say that it is the world itself, stealing away truth and joy. But Jesus came so that we could live. Live ABUNDANTLY. His life on earth was a living testimony to how we should live our lives. We walk around with all this pride, exalting ourselves and trying Drakes version of “Successful”. We are forgetting about the people who are lost, hurt, and blind. Blind to their calling and blind to the word of God and truth. We think God owes us something. We deserve eternity in Hell; that’s what we deserve. It sounds harsh, but please hear me out: You are not your own. We need to stop seeking His hand and start seeking His face. Jesus said we were brought with a price, and that price was paid in full that night He died on the Cross for you and me. It should have been us hanging up there, being taunted and mocked by Satan. But it wasn’t.

I hope you can hear my heart in this.

Just a thought.

17 October 2010

Fighting God

If I was the author of my life's script then I would surely construct an disastrous plot.

There are so many times when I rip the pen away from Him, take it into my own hands, and write out what I want to happen.There are plenty of times when I find myself arguing with God and His plan. It just does not make sense to my human mind. I want things to happen my way, right now. I want the life I have always dreamed of,with no exceptions added. How selfish am I to think that God owes me anything. I am a sinner who deserves eternity in hell, but it is by His grace that I am saved. But, I still get frustrated.

I was reading the in the New Testament, Luke Chapter,4:1428, where Jesus taught a sermon on Elisha the Prophet. His statements about prophets sent the crowd into a frenzy, so bad that they wanted to throw him off a cliff. Scripture says, "All the people in the synagogue were furious when they heard this."They got up, drove him out of the town, and took him to the brow of the hill on which the town was built, in order to throw him down the cliff. But he walked right through the crowd and went on his way.(Luke 4:14)" What happened in this situation? The crowd did not accept what Jesus was saying, so they wanted to kill him because of His truths. As a result,Jesus walked away. That is what He does each and every time we fight with Him and argue with His plan. He stays silent. He is not a God who answers to our anger. He will walk away. Oh, He will always come back, but He will not hesitate to show us our place. I picture Him saying: Child, you are not listening to Me. And that is just what we aren't doing: listening. It can be very difficult when you have people around you who seem to be getting everything they want, and you seem to be stuck in this idle mode. It reminds me of James 4, which says, "What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? You want something but don't get it. You kill and covet, but you cannot have what you want. You quarrel and fight. You do not have, because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures." How many of us can relate to that? We fight with not only God, but ourselves because what we want is not aligned with the plan He has for our individual lives. I have asked God for things that I know were only for selfish gain.

Who enjoys discipline or rejection? Not me! But I have had to go through it to get stronger. There are people who have made their way into my life, and I would ask God how long would they be in my life, not even thanking him for the people who have been in my life for so long in the first place. Yesterday was my 20Th birthday, and every birthday the first two people to wish me a happy birthday were my parents. Before she called me, my mother sent me a beautiful text message, which basically told me how proud she was of me. Forgetting my birthday, I cried. I balled my eyes out because it made me realize who I am living for. God shows His love to me in many ways, and one way I believe He has showed it to me is through my parents. They have sacrificed so much for me, from having to be homeless without a dime, to selling a business that was going bankrupt. And what was I doing? Worrying about my social life, worrying about my future, worrying if I would ever fall in love, and other petty things. I am alive because there have been stronger people before me to set the pace. I am alive because God did not leave me in that broken place of depression. I am not the ideal woman, I do not have the best body, face, any of that. I am a quiet person,who expresses emotions through words. Because of that, people take me for granted.

For so long I was angry with God. WHY DID YOU MAKE ME THIS WAY??, I would always ask Him. I cried and cried over these things.I still cry over these things. But slowly I became to realize that I was made in His image, for an unseen purpose. I can't see what is ahead, I can only hope and pray. But I refuse to fight. I can win against Satan, trample a demon, destroy a temptation, but I am not strong enough to win a battle against the Great, Almighty One.

01 October 2010

October Baby!

Happy October!!! :)

The weeks are going by so quickly that it is hard to keep up with the many blessings that God has in store for this season. I remember it like it was yesterday when I came down to Virginia to start the semester, and now a whole month and a half is gone! I love this time of year; the weather is cooler, the leaves change pretty colors, and I get to celebrate my 20th birthday. But out of all that I can say that we have been blessed with another month on this chaotic earth. To be alive during this time is a special blessing that many people did not receive this morning. It is also a challenge because we all know how difficult life can be. I want to encourage you to stay strong in the Lord. Right now, I am going through a season of loneliness. I am totally convinced that the Lord wants me to himself this semester. I have my friends, and they are very few. I used to ask the Lord to surround me with a whole bunch of people so I could feel loved. But He told me that He gave me a few friends to be blessed with, so I would not get lost in the crowd. Maybe you have many friends you hang with, maybe its you and your best friend. Or maybe you think it is just you. But it is never just you. Its you and JESUS. Right now, at this very moment where you are sitting, Jesus is in your presence and you in His. We cannot physically see Him, but we have to Know He is omnipresent.

I have a tendency to be on my own a lot. I like reading and writing and I am into the whole artsy idea of life. I like to paint the picture of things in my head. One thing I cannot illustrate for myself is this season of loneliness. I did not sign up for that. I truly believed it would be one where I met a lot of people, but it turned out to be the exact opposite (Isn't it funny how God works?) But I am excited for what is to come. I cannot see my future but He can! Today in convocation at my school, our speaker was telling us that in the Bible when people wanted Jesus to do things for them, He would ask them a question. In the chapter of John, there were two blind men who desired for Him to heal them. He asked them if they believed he could heal them. Their reply consisted of two words: Yes Lord. Yes Lord. If you are going through a season like me, and you have no idea why, just say Yes Lord. Tell Him you trust Him and that you know you don't have the keys to your joy, but He does.

Have a good and blessed month. :)

22 September 2010

Poem: Someone hasn’t cried today

Sometimes I just need Him to break me.

Someone hasn’t cried today

You should have felt the knife when it pushed through your back,
But I guess numbness comes with blindness.
I wish I could just shake the life inside of you,
And tell you all of your mistakes.
You have no idea how much it pains my heart
When those fowl words come from your lips,
When you have no respect for me or anyone around you.
You sit there high and mighty, apathetic to your surroundings.
You neglect my character,
And give free entrance to the wolves of the world.
You are blind to their hunger,
How they want you dead.
Oh how they want to kill you!
My friend, hear my words
I come in concern.
My heart breaks into two pieces,
But I am not worried,
Because if there was a way,
I would give you the other half,
So you could have some sort of love,
Some sort of feeling.
If God hear my cries,
I would ask for your deliverance.
You cannot hear me,
But I know he can discern my words through my stutters and tears.
Don’t think I am a perfect straight line,
Because I am a zig zag gone wrong.
There are dark spots on this picture,
But He has painted over them with pristine white.
They come and go,
But he will remain, you see.
Don’t you?
If you will not hear my words,
Then hear the love song he sings to you,
When you cheat on him with many men.
Many, yes they are legions.
Your frown is stapled onto your face,
And you have no remorse,
I cannot wait till the time when you say,
Friend, I have cried today.

06 September 2010


Sometimes I wonder If God Cries.

The arms of the winds hugged every surface of my body
As a thick sheet of gray overlaps all the lands.
They covered me, breathing cold air onto every part of me,
With the book of life opened in shaking hands.
The clouds came out from hiding,
And greeted the lowly earth.
Nature danced at the winds request,
As the skies began to give birth.
The words of Psalm 139 hit me,
And each syllable equaled one tear that I would cry
As my tears were reversed to the heavens
Not a surface of anything was dry.
I secretly pondered to myself
Could you be experiencing this too?
Would there be streaks of water racing down the holy scarlet cheeks,
Could you do something I never knew?
Then I thought of Lazarus
Oh how you mourned
Oh how your love was shown trough a simple human act.
How your heart was shaken and torn.
Reminiscence of how you suffered
Strung up on that high wooden cross,
I thought of the father’s great pain
As he received a momentary loss.
Would he not have cried?
When he covered that land in Black?
When the earthquakes shook the once still grounds,
Because of his son, who he temporarily lacked?
We were in sync with every drop.
Every pitter every patter
The tears had one destination
And their owner, it did not matter.
You lifted my head
To see your glory as the rain ceased.
And I closed the book of life,
As both our tears were released.

03 September 2010

Lady in Waiting

I am currently in the process of reading Lady in Waiting by Jackie Kendall & Debby Jones, and I am so excited because this is a book all women need to read. I began reading earlier this morning before a class. Though I’m only on page 39, and I love it already. It is basically about how most women feel that in order to feel complete, they need a man in their lives. So while in their state of singleness, they put God on hold, and sit around moping about how great their lives if and when they find that "special someone”. But having a relationship with God is so much more than that. When you are complete in Him, relationships will come. It will be ABUNDANT because since you are already complete; your cup of life will overflow with the blessings and mercies of God. I have struggled with this for a while; it was not until recently that I discovered the true meaning of being in love.
I am 19 years old, and the world around me is constantly telling me that being in love and having a mate is so great. This is not only coming from a secular world view, but Christians as well. I have been around many religious people in the last two years who have pressured me to get married young. "Don't wait!" they say, "It is in God's plan for you to get married!" That may be the case, but who is to say except the One who is in charge of the plan? As a woman, the idea is great. I would be lying if I said I never had the desire to have someone in my life or if I said I never fantasized about being in a relationship. But a good friend of mine and I were talking the other day and she was telling me about how being single is our period of blessing. We can spend more time with our Heavenly Father. 1 Corinthians 7:34 says, "An unmarried woman or virgin is concerned about the Lord's affairs: Her aim is to be devoted to the Lord in both body and spirit. But a married woman is concerned about the affairs of this world--how she can please her husband."
I know that I am a female. I get emotional. I have my mood swings. I love chocolate. But I also know that I can control my emotions. The way I look at it, my spirit should be stronger than my flesh. Sometimes my flesh will just scream and I will give into my selfish desires. But then I hear a gentle cry of my spirit asking me to stop denying it. Ephesians 4:30 says, “And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.” Hmmm, which should I listen to my flesh with produces sin, or the spirit that lives within me that produces redemption….I’ll let you figure that out.
One day, if it is in God’s plan, He will bring someone to me. Maybe I have never met him, maybe I have never seen him but he has seen me, or maybe I just might be friends with him. But one thing I am 100% sure of is Jesus. I have met Him, and He has seen me and I have seen Him. He is my superman. The One I hold hands with when I am walking to class. The One who comforts me on a lonely Friday night. The One always listens to me and never judges me. The one who doesn’t judge me because of the appearance of my body, but the appearance of my soul. The One who stays up all night with me when I can’t sleep. The One who loves me so much that He gave His perfect, spotless life for a filthy sinner like me. Be complete with Jesus. Colossians 2:9, “For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form”.

13 August 2010

A new Day

Lately my faith has been tested. Sometimes I wonder if it is strong enough to withold some of the things that I know must come to pass in order for me to grow. School is approaching fast, and the same old story is on the shelves. Financial Need. My textbooks are EXSPENSIVE. Story of a college student's life right? And since I felt led to switch my major from journalism to nursing, well, the biology books and cat disection kits add up. But for some reason I feel as if I am supposed to do this. And then there is a little voice in my head asking me: Are you doing the right thing? What is the right thing? I know that what I want may not be what God wants. I am still a baby when it comes to my faith and trusting God whole-heartedly. Proverbs 16:9 says "A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” What does that mean? That though my heart may say I want to do nursing, that I may be headed in another direction? Maybe. Probably. Still trying to figure Him out I guess haha. Continuing to pray for all of you...Pray for me please!

09 August 2010

Truth Reconciled

Truth Reconciled
She stared at a blank page full of words. The only one that seemed to be illuminated for her personal demise was love. Then, as if warped into a 3 dimensional world taken from some unknown force, she blanked out. Her eyes were focused on the scene played out before her. She was dancing with a man who she had never seen, pleasing to the eye yes. He beamed into her face and a feeling of accomplishment consumed her. Then he disappeared. She hardly had any time to wonder where her mysterious companion went until someone else fulfilled his empty role. The beauty that He possessed was unlike any known to the human eye. His radiance and light was all too wonderful, she could do nothing but stare. Her feet were lifted off the ground as He took her by the hand. Then He placed one hand on the small of her back, and they began to dance effortlessly in the air. Feeling unusually comfortable in His arms, she laid her head on His broad shoulders. She had never seen Him but acknowledged His presence. He gazed into her face, fierce with emotion. The love He had for her pressed into her bosom, and yet the pain He felt weighed heavily onto her heart. A voice of many waters sang into her ears and she looked into the intriguing face. The voice sang: I kept you when no one else kept you, held you when no one else loved you, protected you when no one else protected you, knew you when no one else knew you, saved you when no one else could save you, and loved you when no one else loved you. Despite this knowledge you unknowingly attain, you continue to neglect Me. You deny My power and limit My love to a supernatural force that you believe cannot be attained unless in death. Your desire has been poured into a creature so unworthy of grace. Am I not all you have desired? Am I not the dream fulfilled? You have painted a picture with no colors. Naïve in your ways, I sustain my love for you. I will never leave you even when man will. At his last word the light and glory vanished with her companion. The sole movement was the travel of tears rushing in line to their destination. In fetus position, she longed for the unknown lover to make his return. Hours passed and He had not granted her the gift of his restoration. Agony consumed her and her heart could not bring bear the pain he had left. She suddenly heard the faint sound of a stream in the distance. The voice of many had waters returned unaccompanied by its owner. It said: Fear not, for I am with always with you, and I will love you for eternity. Back into conciseness she traveled, marveling over the true love of her life.

02 August 2010

Daddy's Girl

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been on in a while, I have been really busy with my family making the move from Maryland to Texas, while getting ready to get back to college in a couple of weeks. So needless to say, things get a little crazy. I cannot wait to get back to school. Anyway, when I logged in and saw I had 4 new followers, I said to myself Check SpellingThank You God! Haha...thank you guys for the comments as well, you have no idea how great it feels just to know that ONE person even comes across my blog. So, yesterday I was reading Luke 4:40 which says, "While the sun was setting, all those who had any who were sick with various diseases brought them to Him; and laying His hands on each one of them, He was healing them." At first glance, I got that while Jesus walked the earth, He healed people..all kinds of people. He did not care what how bad the sickness was or seemed, He had the power to rebuke it. But then I read the verse again, particularly focusing on "...brought them to Him". They brought what to Him? The sickness? Yes! I think ever since I was a little girl, I thought that sickness, exspecially the worst type of illness was apart of who we are as humans. But it is not. Sickness is an ill spirit which must be rebuked and cast out in the name of Jesus Christ. I came to this passage because recently my father had to go to the emergency room for back pains and as a result he is out of work for a while. When I was younger I was a severe daddy's girl and I was up under him 24/7. So now news that may seem small to others seems big to me because he is my dad, and I got my personality from him. I could sulk about it, but all I can do is pray because I know that there is a Healer better than any doctor or physician this world has ever seen. I may be a daddy's girl, but I am also a Fathers girl, and He never wants to see me down. I know I have a lot to work on with my faith, but I believe that all things work together for good (Romans 8:28).

25 July 2010

Who is God?

Today one of my good friends asked me a question I never really thought about. He asked me my opinion on answering unbelievers questions about who God is. And I was speechless. Of course I know who He is in my life, and I have a testimony to prove it. But who is He in a sum of words? Me being a young Christian, both figuratively and literally, I am no expert, and I did not want to give the wrong information. So it got me thinking. If someone were to ask me today, Who God was, would I have an answer...A perfect answer? The answer? No, I wouldn't. I can talk about him on my facebook, write these posts all day long 24/7..but if I have no answer for it..it is meaningless. So I have decided to change the blog. I will still post my poems, but It will be along the lines of my journey on finding out who God is. I will be as a scientist doing research, acting as a child finding out the intimacies of his Father. God is someone who I know that even through spending eternity with Him and getting to know Him better, I still won't grasp His fullness. But if I could just get a taste it would be a start for my hunger. So until next time.
God Bless,


24 July 2010

A letter to my generation

Sooooooooo latley I have been frustrated with alot of things that have been stemming from this world:Exspecially my generation. I know I am not one to talk because I am in NO position to judge. But the Word of God tells us that we need to clean up (I am paraphrasing) our act so that when we evangelize and tell others about the goodness of Christ, we are not telling people something we should be doing OURSELVES. I admit, I am nowhere near where I need to be in my spiritual walk. But I just thought that I would write a letter to my generation, to me as well...

A letter to my Generation
I am going to hurt someone’s feelings when I say this
But in a field of lilies a thorn tree has sprout.
It has sparked a fire inside me that cannot be contained
So excuse me while I try to put it out.
I unwillingly discern your ways
And I have come to find disappointment.
You’d rather be greeted with the kiss of a harlot
Then be greeted with the anointment.
You call someone your sister
But you deceive her behind her back.
You call someone your brother,
But there is no kin; that my friend you lack.
Who are you to appoint yourself a king,
Acting as the sun when it rains?
When you are as lowly as the clay beneath the earth,
And your words are as lethal as your cocaine.
If I am indeed in the presence of royalty,
Then your forgiveness I must ask.
But I highly doubt I’m wrong,
So permit me to finish this task.
To my sisters, my tears fall rapidly
When I see you attention hungry beasts.
Your work amongst the sheep of the land
Has continued and not yet ceased.
You look at me with fierce eyes,
Hating me without knowing me.
Instead of standing side by side,
You use your sword against me.
And why do you willingly display your temple,
For every man to see?
Why are you the subject of your curves,
Being as deceiving as a raw honeysuckle tree?
You are more than the layer of skin,
That hides the spirit inside of you.
Your worth is more than your garments,
That clings to your frame like glue.
And to the sisters of the church,
You lack a good thing
When you gossip late at night,
Until the Sunday morning church bells ring.
You ask God to bring you a prince,
Someone who will save the day.
Yet you neglect the one true savior,
Who will remain after all men decay.
And my heart yearns for my brothers,
Who are soon destined to rule,
You are naïve in every way
And you treat me like a tool.
You desire to control everything with a skirt,
Wanting to grasp it in your hand,
Yet you cannot control your own children,
You are far from a real man.
Instead of using the mighty one,
As your bread and true consoler,
You decide to guide your train,
With the newest game controller.
You take the lives of the innocent,
Using that fatal gun,
You occupy so many of the jails,
Because when problems come you run.
And to my “Holy” brothers,
The ones who think they have it all locked,
I honestly have no words,
Except be not deceived God is not mocked.
I say all these things,
Not to bash or hate
But I say it as your sister,
Before it is too late.
So I will not sit Idle
Nor will I delay
To spread awareness among you people,
So all I do is pray.
I myself am not perfect,
That I confess I lack.
But there is one that I know of,
Who will always have my back.
My sisters and my brothers, I hope this letter gets to you soon,
Before the next thorn tree begins to bloom.

Persistant Cross

I wish my faith would move mountains. Here's a poem I wrote a few months ago inspired by the biblical story of the gentile woman who persistantly asked Jesus to heal her daughter and on a count of her faith, He healed her:

Persistant Cross
I am the Gentile, the sole depiction of the one on fire for him.
Righteousness was soiled from the day I was spoke into existence.
No justification for eternal life, no not one.
Groveling in mud I stretch out a tattered hand
To whom I am not worthy of a glimpse
No, Not one.
Seemingly upon deaf ears I cry out to.
Frantically continue to yell out to him
Heighted the volume of my request until it reached its maximum,
And yet silence greeted my ears.
Bystanders scoff at me. His followers question my animation.
Yet no reply from the one I thirsted for.
On all fours I am leveled to the canine
And not in the mission of he who saves all.
His food is for his children.
I bellow to my Lord, pleading for underserved grace.
An undeserved blessing.
For a mongrel like I.
For when I witness the seed drop from the fruit, I plunge.
And the one who saves granted me grace,
For persistence
And it was done.

21 July 2010

Drinking Grass

I sat near my window pane gazing at my favorite part of nature, the rain. Ever since I was a little girl I loved the rain, from the way it changed the color of the sky, to the way the soothing sound would calm my soul. Every time it would rain felt a sense of peace and that God was near. Contentment. I felt stable and safe in my room as the trees swayed back and forth. I could be satisfied with this moment for weeks and not move. Rain ends, sunshine comes back, and so does the stress. I know I have it all twisted but that's the way it has always been. As a human I am always thinking about my selfish needs and wants. I remember me and my brother constantly badgering my mother about what we were going to eat for dinner every day, knowing she had just got off of a long grueling day at work. But what did I care? Human as I am, I am naive. I am no rich person, but compared to the million's of God's children who don't have homes or food, I am very well off. Just being selfish yet again. Still, I would daydream about fancy clothing and material possessions that I thought would make me invincible(Told you I was naive.) It was recently when I felt the gentle tug of my Lord and Savior telling me to stop worrying about such things. Matthew 6:31-33 says, "So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?'For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." So what does that mean? It means that God knows all of our needs and he will provide if we just trusted in Him. I felt like the pagans He described. Ugh. It was a blessing to be alive, let alone have things I did not deserve. My health is a continued praise and a daily answered prayer! I smiled to myself as I looked out my window once more. The grass was wet from the rain that had passed, looking calm and replenished. God provided for the grass which does not sin or have salvation...so how much more will He provide for me? Well, I am finding that out each and every day.