'The Cry of our Children' is a perfect weave of realistic emotional thoughts and experiences on paper in simple straightforward language making it easy for readers to enjoy and connect with short, multi-genre topics in the book. In the arms of God is one of the many lovely poems that are in this book. Don't be Left behind get your ecopy on line today at Amazon .com. for $2.99 Get your e copy here A printed copy here In The Arms of God I’ve asked, why me, many times. More on days I didn’t want my troubles. I longed to go back to carefree times. When life seemed as easy as blowing bubbles. But when I start to feel denied. I simply close my eyes. I’m resting in the arms of God, And I’m wanted and sheltered. It’s peaceful in the arms of God, And that’s all I need to remember. I felt crushed and rejected. Excuses told me, no one was to blame. But that made me feel defeated. Although it didn’t really put out my flame.
Its been a while since I've written anything other than poetry in my blog. It is about 1:34 a.m. and I should be asleep but I'm restless. On Tuesday of next week, I get scoped to see the effects autoimmune disease has on my digestive tract. It was the urge to cough that awoke me. My titer for Systemic Lupus was hardly positive but the disease seems further along than my blood test shows. My body is super tired and its probably because I've not been getting a lot of sleep. I went to bed at 10p.m. but was awaken by that coughing. Not only my digestive tract is affected but also my thoughts. I've moments of brain fog where the simplest of task is actually quite difficult. My short term memory seems to be greatly impacted. That is actually quite bothersome. There are many things from my past that I would rather forget, but how I feel and what I intend to say, I am more inclined to not remember, as opposed to the distasteful things in life. I can say this much though
Difficulty shapes us but should not defeat us. That is the message of "the cry of our Children" We should be neighborly towards each other as Joel Osteen demonstrated in my encounter with him. I was not one to stand in line for autographs or take pictures with celebrities. Yet, last Sunday I found myself in line to meet Joel Osteen. I had friends visiting from my native country of Belize and they wanted to attend his church service. So there I was doing what I've never done before and would not choose to do, but truly up lifted by it. Not wanting them to hear what I chose to say to him, I stepped close to him, extended my hands and said, "Jerusalem, my father thanks you and I thank you for the work you are doing." He repeated back to me his well recited lines, but not truly comprehending my words. He responded, "Thank you for coming, and we will be praying for you." I thought to myself, yah, how on earth would he remember to pray for all tho
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