The greatest mark you will make in life is Love.

Aint no feebles

Cares important cares fling at me with alarming frequency,
which one to pull from the air they all beg my concern.

Hello,,,my brain can only go so fast,
yet each one begs I'm important too.

So I reach up take one and hand it up to you
and see in your face you already carried it.

You truly know me Father and the small feebles of my heart,
how little I can hold.
Then hear you gently say,
"Little one look where you have put them how capable I am".
And again I realize thar aint no feebles when I'm in Him.

Solitude of amen

In his stillness my spirit rests,
to joy in the length of a minute,
escaping rushing thoughts.
Enjoying heart in him,
in the solitude of Amen.

To Mom

The countless loves she loved me with
from tiny babe to now old man.
Times when I hurt her heart, her precious love
she still loved on.
Gifts upon gifts into my life she gave.
Of her heart, her time, her life.
How do I hold all she has held me with?
God, who is love can only give a gift that dear,
only you can fill oceans of love debts owed.
Give it Lord to her all my love and your's too
ted

Open Heart

Chain bound self, controlled by control, fueled by fear resulting in anger, empty of contentment, life lived for the life satan designed to keep us free from open heart. Open heart to the father's heart.
The futility of our effort to make life work known as teddy knows best requires a closed heart, the old" if its going to be, it's up to me " lie.
Open heart to the father is freedom from self.
Open heart is the delight of watching what He is doing today and following him. It is living from the heart that results in the head. It is responding from the" love that has shed abroad in our heart", follow the love he leads you with and you will find how trustworthy he is to take care of the old head box.
Open heart to him.
I think we were seldom led by others how to be loved by God, we got the head stuff just fine, God is love and loving, but the reality of this moment I am loved and I am loved in this moment and this and this, was not there. For it is not a concept to be grasped it is HIM! And oh what a Him he is.
Father thank you for winning me over to trust you. Thank you for contiually untwisting the twisted parts of ted that keep me from having an open heart.
I heard someone say I want to be a free range beliver in God's love. Me too Lord, me too.

Duh never looked so beautiful!

Tinkering and tunkering in me olde head box comes mighty slow. Even though right in front of me a truth has been staring at me. Lodged, catalogued, retrievable and then the breath of who he is, ignites and plants deep a new part of himself and I stand amazed.
Often it is nothing others would consider a big deal, but for me I wear it like a robe of light and twirl around. They are the duhs. Yet when gift wrapped by the one who paints the evening skies and places diamonds in morning dew drops. They are light and life.
So what is my duh of excitement?
The greatest accomplishment of life is what tiny acts of love you can do each day.
"For the greatest of these is love."
I know for this moment I am in this special part of himself getting to hold for the first time this beautiful light of a truth. It is mine yet it is also him and is now a part of me.
Duh never looked so beautiful.

Discovery

I journey through shiny green meadows that sparkle in mountain sun.

Grey waiting days playing long, long grey songs.

Each has it's place a purpose of who he is. And in it's wake I realize who I am in him.

Unexplored adventures beckons childhood response. A gift of wonderful excitement from such a happy heart.
Birthed from sounds of memories, that paint colors into words and for tell the wonders of tomorrow which are brighten by his stars.

The solitudes of myself woven into his delight orchestrated and explains his love to me, my life.