Thursday, May 31, 2007

The Rope

Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. John 14:26

The story tells about a mountain climber, who wanted to climb the highest mountain.
He begun his adventure after many years of preparation. But since he wanted the glory just for himself, he decided to climb the mountain all alone.

The night fell heavy in the heights of the mountain, and the man could not see anything.
All was black. Zero visibility, and the moon and stars were covered by the clouds.

As he was climbing, just a few feet away from the top of the mountain, he slipped and fell into the air, falling at a great speed. The climber could only see black spots as he went down, and felt the terrible sensation of being sucked by gravity. He kept falling... and in those moments of great fear, all the good and bad episodes of his life came to his mind.

He was thinking now how close death was getting, when all of a sudden he felt the rope, tied to his waist, pull him very hard.
His body was hanging in the air. Only the rope was holding him... and in that moment of stillness he had no other choice but to scream: “Help me God!”

All of a sudden, a deep voice coming from the sky answered: “What do you want me to do?”

“Save me God!”

“Do you really think I can save you?”

“Of course, I believe You can.”

“Then cut the rope tied to your waist.”

There was a moment of silence; and the man decided to hold on to the rope with all his strength.

The rescue team tells, that the next day a climber was found dead and frozen... his body was hanging from a rope. His hands holding tight to it, only 10 feet away from the ground of a mountain plateau.

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And YOU... how attached are you to your rope? Will you let go?

Don’t ever doubt the things from God. You never should say that He has forgotten or abandoned you. Don’t ever think that He does not take care of you.

Remember: For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee. Isaiah 41:13

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The Lord is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me. Hebrews 13:6

Thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. Psalm 3:3

Trouble and anguish have taken hold on me: yet Thy commandments are my delights. Psalm 119:143

When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee. Isaiah 43:2

Hear what the Spirit of God says unto His children!

Friday, May 25, 2007


As He carries me in His loving arms
through rough terrain and life's rocky way
I am comforted by His warmth
and soon forget all earthly dismay

His heartbeat is so close to mine
it is steady, always the same
Our connection is a Divine line
a crimson stream by which Salvation came

His eyes speak of Love, showing His smile
as He gently takes me by the hand
guiding me through another mile
of valleys and hilly land

While I walk, He keeps me in sight
as His call surpasses worldly noise
I'am directed to take a different flight
still higher, to better hear His voice

He taught me to follow His trodden path
no longer I need to roam around
Freely I graze, fearing no aftermath
in a place where joy and love abound

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Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
Psalms 23:6

Copyright © Dr. Trudy Veerman,2007.
ALL rights reserved.

The above is taken from the poetic web page

Monday, May 07, 2007

Memories on Mother's Day

I think about the old homestead
The place where I was raised
The dusty roads so long ago
Oh, how I miss those days.

The golden sunsets on the farm
The scent of fresh cut hay
The rippling fields of corn so green
Would take my breath away.

Lazy days of summer bliss
A stroll down wooded lane
A canopy of stars at night
The smell of country rain.

The precious home where I grew up
Has crumbled to the ground
Nothing left but barren weeds
Where once, my life was found.

No mother left to fill the void
Of things that used to be
The one I cherished in my heart
Is now a memory.

On Mother’s Day next to her grave
The years just melt away
Her lovely face, I can now see
She holds a sweet bouquet.

Thoughts of home just disappear
Oh hear Hosanna sing
My mother dwells in Beulah land
She’s wearing angel wings.

Author: Marilyn Ferguson

Please, visit also my poetic page "Dear Mother of Mine"