Blowing Wind

A wind blows through, stirring the past.
Memories try to invade.
A love speaks up and makes it clear,
“This is the new creature I have made.”
Guilt finds opposition, shame meets its match.
God sends a smile for my spirit.
He reminds me every time I pray
That He does hear it.
I bow my head, close my eyes,
And mention the blowing wind.
He reassures He’s on the throne,
And protects me once again.
How great the grace and mercy of God,
Just to utter a prayer.
I cast my every care on Him
Because I know He cares.

11.25.19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my Sea adult coloring book

Be Thankful You Can

People talk about people so easily,
Judging so quickly what they will,
Judging others abilities, health,
And simply whining about others’ complaining.
They talk God out of their mouth,
“Be thankful you can,”
Yet they mock the God who carries them
Through their challenges each day.
If they are so eager to be worthy of honor,
Let them it earn with humility,
Praying for their neighbors,
Having faith in the child of God loves,
And being thankful they can do what they can.

1-25-2002 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire