i understand…

Trust Me

Do you believe I am the Son of God?

And do you believe that I died for all men and women and that I rose from the dead?

Then why do you continue to be distracted and anxious about your loved ones?

Do they not belong to Me?

Would I refuse to work in their lives just as I work in yours?

I have not put you in charge of redeeming them.

I have already done that.

Nor do you have the power to change their hearts;

only my Holy Spirit searches and knows the deepest hearts of men and women, and only He can heal their deepest wounds.

Your task is to love, to forgive, to pray for them and to turn them over to Me. 

Come closer to me yourself, and I will do the rest.

TRUST ME!

Author unknown, published by Association of Marian Helpers.

hugs n’ blessings for all those enduring a patient trust in the Lord’s promises.

Jesus, I trust in you!

song of the open road

We made it!

With a song in our heart and a whole lot of giggles we arrived safely to our POD.

Tenderly, as we drove those many miles, excerpts from an old Walt Whitman poem danced playfully through my heart and my head.

Song of the Open Road

(Excerpts)

BY WALT WHITMAN

1
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

2
You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.

3
You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.

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my three sons

A little boy and his mother were crossing the River..

MOTHER: “Please hold my…hand.”

BOY: “No, Mom, you hold my hand.”

MOTHER: “What’s the difference, my son?”

BOY: “If I hold your hand and something happens to me…chances are I may let your hand go…But if you hold my hand….I know for sure,

you will never let me go.”

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