The Tree of Life

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Many wonder what ever happened to me. The tree of Life…where could I be?

Some may think I’m in a another realm. Or that I’m just an old rotten elm.

Ever since that day, all I see is a flaming sword in my way.

Each time I blow around, I no longer can hear the sound.

Heavenly chimes once came from me, Heavenly life for all eternity.

A choice was given, I wasn’t chosen. So now I wait, my produce frozen.

My leaves will soon heal every nation. All will come together, people of every station.

Until the Angel’s let down their swords. As they listen to our Master’s words…

The trump will sound and my twelve fruits will ripen. Hands will pluck from me, and faces will brighten.


Ever wonder where the Tree of Life went off to? Well Kathy did yesterday, which sparked comments on her post of where others think it may be. You can read all of that here.

What do you think happened to the Tree of Life? Do you think God plucked it out of the ground as we would pick a dandelion and stick it up in heaven? The bible says it’s up there. Or do you think He simply grew a new one? Where do you think the angels that were set about it went? Still standing at attention with their flaming swords?

Rev 22:1-2 And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.

In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.


In The Now


The pieces of me are scattered all over the floor.

As I try to remember who I once was before….

all your chaos. All the undone harm.

That was done to me by your strong arm.


I’m left here wondering how you thought it was right.

To drag me through what you thought was your fight.

Forced to see what can’t be unseen

This ugly world of yours is just so mean.


Because of you, I’m left to pick of the pieces of me.

Because of you, my heart and mind don’t agree.

Because of you, I’m forced to forgive.

Because of you, I simply can’t, so how do I live?


In my mind, revenge is something to look forward to.

But my heart says, “Vengeance doesn’t belong to you.”

Where will I find peace for each broken piece?

From your painful clutches will I ever have release?


I hear a shouted whisper among the clanging of the pieces

I feel a love in Your voice that never decreases…

“Child I will give you life and more abundantly.

Just hold on and listen to my love constantly.”


“Your wounded spirit is about to fly.

For your pain and anger are going to finally die.

Forgiveness will come to you as I show you how

to love like I love, to not look back and to live in the now.”



The Old Man

Someone was knocking on my door other day.

Someone wanting, shoving, trying to push their way.

Peering out my windows of reasoning.

I saw an old man full of life’s seasoning.


In his hand he’s holding a bag of tricks.

Beckoning me to the door, telling me has a fix.

I open the door simply to stop the noise of his knocking.

But when he takes off his hood, the sight I see is so shocking!


My own reflection staring back me almost knocks me to the floor.

The untamed, unchanged me from way before.

Pulling out her bag, I see anger and shame…

The sin, the drugs, the lying game.


The “old man” was knocking on my heart’s door.

Trying to rise up in me, trying to take more.

The “old man” once had his way

But beware, because he’s always at bay.


Jesus help me for I never want to be

the “old man,” for him and your spirit do not agree.

Make me new, help me to abstain as much as I can

So that I may show others how to close the door on their old man.



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I am your Ruth, you’re my Naomi.

You’re such a crucial part of my testimony.

Motherless, always searching for a mother to love.

I found you and you showed me the way to the Father above.


Patient and kind, heart full of charity.

The mother I have in you surely is a rarity.

Quick to forgive, quick to understand.

Slow to anger, never do you demand.


No words could I spin to show how priceless you are.

No other mother’s love could ever reach as far.

Thank you for being what my own couldn’t be.

Thank you, thank you for your unconditional love for me.



Whew! But It’s Worth It

Happy Mother’s Day to you mama’s out there in blogger land! You know, for me, Mother’s Day was always a dreaded holiday growing up. Many spent without my mom beside me for the fact that she had an addiction to tend to.

When I became a mother, it took on a new meaning. Getting a card, or a gift handmade just made me feel so special. Even already this past couple days my two little ones were whispering in the other room excited about giving me their gifts. I’m glad I can be there for them. I’m glad my oldest was able to help me some on a huge project I took on. And I thought I’d share it with you.

My middle daughter is on our Bible Quiz team. She has around 170 verses memorized. This has taken many months of work on her part. We are having a bake sale and we made corsages for the women at our church to raise funds to pay to keep our kids quizzing. Getting the word of God in their hearts is worth every dime spent. I had 30 corsage orders! They are fresh flowers, so they had to be done in one day so they wouldn’t die before. Fyi…it takes 10 hrs to make 30 corsages! And I’m grateful for my good friend Mandy who came help me finish them up. Thank you Mandy! I so enjoyed my time with you.  So while our kids were quizzing at their meet today, we were hammering away. I have to admit it was fun! Here are some pics of a few different ones we did.







This one is for our Pastor’s wife. It’s made to be long and go up the shoulder a bit. What do you think?
Ever wondered how many corsages can fit in your fridge?
She got 2 second place ribbons for herself today! Look at her face…makes 10 hrs of work worth it!

Looking For Hope

This photo was taken by Ryan Callahan of Pike’s Peak of the Rockies.

Tragedy struck our town today.

Never did we see it coming our way.

Sirens screaming out their cry.

As hundreds of responders whizz by.


Innocent lives hanging by a thread.

As revenge settles in, faces turn red.

How could this happen? Who’s to blame?

Fingers pointing, anger boiling in the flames.


What do we do? How do we recover?

When we peel back the layers, what will we discover?

How does humanity explain itself after these hainous acts?

What is it that mankind lacks?


Tragedy struck our town today.

On a beautiful afternoon in the month of May.

Many heads will bow asking for strength to cope…

Looking for answers, looking for hope.


Lord, I have one request, one demand…

Forgive us of our sins and heal our land.

90bac073660c090bbdee5d288dc4532d.jpgI had half of this written when I read that was another shooting in Colorado by fellow Blogger Ryan Callahan’s home. Just 15 mins away from where his own children attend school. Here’s what he wrote about it yesterday…

Alphabet Post Challenge

You can read how this challenge came into being by checking out this post. Plus here’s a follow up post where included are links to everyone that had taken on the challenge up to that point.

Here are the guidelines:

Acknowledge the blogger that challenged you.

Display the challenge photo or create your own 🙂

Link back to this post so I can read yours.

Create one post or multiple posts, using a word that starts with each letter of the alphabet and share your thoughts on the word you chose and how it can be applied to our lives.

Be creative! Use words, pictures, gifs…whatever just have fun. 🙂

Nominate/tag as many bloggers as you would like to participate.

Thank you for the nomination Stu and creator of this challenge.


A, B, C,  how could You forgive a wretch like me?

D, E, F, I hide in the safety of your cleft.

G, H, I, upon wings of eagles I’ll fly

J, K, L, with my soul…it is well.

M, N, O, seeking refuge, where else could I go?

P, Q, R, shine down on me, Daystar!

S, T, U, a new heart He will put in you.

V, W, X when your lives have become wrecks…

Y and Z Only He can come and set you free!

My nominees:



Christian Mom


My Jesus is Amazing