05/29/2007
My Friend Becky
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In Memory of Becky, my friend, who passed away April 2, 2007 after a long illness.
I will always love you "Sistah"
In His love and mine,
Alice also known as Grasshopper
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11/29/2006
thoughts on spiritual erosion
While riding through the mountains today, I was given a glimpse of spiritual erosion.
What I saw in my spirit, was this, when we get away from the Lord, whether it is from too much in our lives, (busyness).. it takes away our feasting on His word, our prayer time, and our fellowship.
Take a waterfall for instance, though beautiful, as rainfall fills the land, soaking the ground, a little soil gives way, and being in the mountains, you really can see what "erosion" does. It exposes the rocky ground below in dry times, it is (barren dry ground) dry, like our spirit, when we get away from the word, prayer, and fellowship.
When we leave our Lord for any purpose, we become like the waterfall..beautiful for a season, then the sin sets in, and we are exposed, because we have let our spirit erode.
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10/22/2006
Daddys Tear
Daddys Tear
It started along time ago,
I don't really have a concept of time.
I was in a play area, and you were there,
Daddys hands reached in, and picked you up.
He looked at you with such love in His eyes...
I was thinking I saw a tear run down Daddys cheek.
He kissed you on the forehead, and whispered
"come back to me"
And then you were gone.
Many times Daddy came and many times
He did the same thing... a kiss on your foreheads
and a tear.... then a whisper..."come back to me"
Then, it was my turn, I remember, His strong hands
picking me up, and His breath was sweet,
and I wanted to catch the tear that ran down His cheek..
but before I could.. He kissed my forehead, and said...
"come back to me"...
I wanted to stay, but suddenly every thing was dark,
and I was crying.. and hands were on me...I was afraid at first..
then the memory of my Daddys tear was gone.
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It did not return to me, this memory,
until I began growing in Gods love
Is it a factual memory?
I think it is, but that is for you to decide..
My Daddy is God, and He created me,
so that when it was my time,
I would do for Him,
as He has done for me all these years...
Love others as He has loved me...
I believe when He sends our spirits
to earth to be born, He whispers...
"Come Back To Me" and as He does
If you look close.... you can see His tear.
In His love, Grasshopper
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