It’s a misty morning from my bedroom window ..The morning dew lingers in the air softly I can almost hear whispers in the air of a passing summer onto another season…. In the kitchen I find myself pouring my first cup of hot tea while watching families of birds that I am sure are headed…… Continue reading It’s Autumn!
Oh, to see the dawnOf the darkest day:Christ on the road to Calvary.Tried by sinful men,Torn and beaten, thenNailed to a cross of wood. This, the power of the cross:Christ became sin for us,Took the blame, bore the wrath:We stand forgiven at the cross. Oh, to see the painWritten on Your faceBearing the awesome weight…… Continue reading Brewed Thought – The Power of the Cross
Matthew 6:25-27 25 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap…… Continue reading God’s Grace Is Sufficient!
Here on our little prairie The air is crisp And the breeze is gentle It’s cloudy In a way that steals a smile From one’s soul Feels like am sitting on a fence; Swaying in between summer and winter Life is finally slowing down; It’s peaceful And am thankful to be part of it. Susan…… Continue reading Our Fall season
If you give your soul up to anything earthly, whether it be the wealth, or the honors, or the pleasures of this world, you might as well hunt after the mirage of the desert or try to collect the mists of the morning, or to store up for yourself the clouds of the sky, for…… Continue reading Brewed Thoughts- Charles Spurgeon
You got cold! I decided to put up fences To guard my heart From your cold “waves” ~Susan McMillan
Just as the past seasons,I must confess;P.S. I LOVE YOU!~Susan McMillan
It happens When words fall asleep inside us To things that cut deep At times To things that take our breath away It’s that simple! ~Susan McMillan
It’s deep Many times there are no words To describe it for it hurts . It cuts so deep; For a moment, days, months, years At times for many seasons . In silence I pray For healing In silence I wish for endurance In silence I wipe the tears That I don’t have the “power”…… Continue reading Grief
Life happened “Alas” Poetry was born. ~Susan McMillan
