Merry Christmas Week my precious reader! With the hurry-scurry of holiday prep and my 20 some kids/grandkids coming for Christmas Eve, my writing schedule is getting squished. It’s a delightful squish as I love my family very much and am excited about their visit, but balance in all things is very important. Since balance is important, I have decided that for the remainder of this week I shall post a brief thought and then share some of my favorites from other writers and poets. Also, I’d like to ask for YOUR HELP. If you come across a quote, or a picture or poem that you think is in sync with the kinds of things I write about, please share it on my Facebook wall. Let’s have fun with it! I will be excited to see what YOU CHOOSE to share with the 133 people who follow this page.Smile (I thank God for, and pray for those 133 people every day!!)
So here is one of my all time favorite poems called Living Epistle:
I am my neighbors Bible;
He reads me when we meet;
Today he sees me in my house;
Tomorrow on the street.
He may be relative or friend;
Or slight acquaintance be;
He may not even know my name;
But he is reading me.
I am my mailman’s Bible;
He reads me every day;
What he puts in my mailbox
Show who o’er me holds away-
It may be by the letters,
Or magazines I read;
But he can tell my character
By things on which I feed.
I am my children’s Bible;
Theyread me every day;
The way I dress, the way I act;
And by the things I say.
They know whether I am sincere
(even though to church I go)
In love’s obedience to God-
Indeed my children know!
(-Poem written by Selma Brown)
No matter how many times I read this little poem it always hits me hard.
Truly my actions and reactions speak volumes to those around me who are reading me.
My habits; like being on time to work or late.
The topics of my conversations.
Where and how I spend my time.
My facial reactions to others when they speak to me.
What I watch.
What I read.
What I listen to.
It’s an ominous responsibility. Let’s ponder this as we prepare to be read by our loved ones this Christmas.
“Do we begin again to commend ourselves? or need we, as some others,
epistles of commendation to you, or letters of commendation from you?
Ye are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read of all men:
Forasmuch as ye are manifestly declared to be the epistle of Christ ministered by us, written not with ink,
but with the Spirit of the living God; not in tables of stone, but in fleshy tables of the heart.
And such trust have we through Christ to God-ward:
Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think any thing as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of God;”
(2 Corinthians 3:1-5)