Angel wings

Psalm 57:1 “…I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.”

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But I am kept

under angel wings

covered in shadows

where mercy sings.

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A place to stay

where else would I go

healing balm drips

on anxious soul.

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Jesus keep me

clasped to your side

your cadence my step

my step your stride.

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photo and poem by Patty Perkins

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The One Year Bible, September 13, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.


Casting bread

Ecclesiastes 11:1 “Cast your bread upon the waters, for after many days you will find it again.”*

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The morning we took our son to college hung surreal. I mean, hadn’t we just brought him home and what happened during all that in-between time?

Raising kids is like tossing pieces of bread from a bridge over a flowing creek that never stands still. You do your best. You toss in chunks hoping it’s snatched up and processed for good. Some efforts hit the mark. Other efforts sink. Get soaked. Or dissolve and disappear unused. You never really know for sure.

Yet all you can do is keep tossing bread. Because you love them. Because the creek is flowing and carrying them out from under your bridge.

Eventually they disappear from sight and into their own worlds. And the waiting begins…to see what happens from tossing all that bread.

And trusting, it will come back again.

*The One Year Bible, September 5, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

 


A life is a book

2 Corinthians 3:2-3 “You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.”*

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As eyes skim

to find a good read —

may my life

be open to share.

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As hearts wait

with pages to fill —

may heaven’s ink

spill there.

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photo and poem by Patty Perkins

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Hearts are made of pages…places to write God’s love. Some hearts are ready and willing to receive a good word. Others bear graffiti — longing to be doused with a bucket of mercy and grace. All the while reaching for purpose and longing for more.

A man-made book won’t last forever. Time will see to that. But a heart is eternal. Forever. And the quality of that life, the ultimate destination of that soul, can be affected by someone pouring in some good ink. Encouraging them in a way they can eventually pass on to other human hearts. To share their book. Their life.

We were all meant to be authors…to influence another life. To write on lives by sharing ours. From one generation to the next.

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*The One Year Bible, August 29, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.


Water’s edge

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If bare toes

to water’s edge creep,

will  waters

somewhere heap

and create a path

of belief?

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by Patty Perkins

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Oh, for faith to step forward when called—courage to put toes into chilly waters of impossible. It seems dry ground isn’t revealed until steps of faith are taken.

Joshua 3:15-16 “Now the Jordan is at flood stage all during harvest. Yet as soon as the priests who carried the ark reached the Jordan and their feet touched the water’s edge, the water from upstream stopped flowing. It piled up in a heap a great distance away.”*

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I’m taking a blogging hiatus to focus on a son’s high school graduation/open house, and other writing projects. I’m continuing through The One Year Bible and hope to resume blogging when the dust settles around here.

Appreciate you, dear reader!

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*The One Year Bible, April 11, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

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Let love heap

 

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What measure do others use

when deciding how much to give me?

How do they know how much to pour—

to hold love back or let love heap.

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Do I let love abundantly spill

or scrape the excess and hoard.

Do I generously give from the till—

or remeasure, lest they get more.

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The truth can fully hurt

and an empty lap can weep—

when the measure given away

is exactly, what comes back to me.

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by Patty Perkins

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Luke 6:38 “Give, and it will be given to you. A good measures, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”*

*The One Year Bible, March 24, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

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His poetic pen

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He who capped the mountains white

and laced the crashing seas.

He who created twinkling stars—

graced butterflies and bees.

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If he can paint a morning canvas

and embellish the evening sky,

Why wouldn’t his poetic pen

this soul edify?

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by Patty Perkins

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The poetry of scripture shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. It’s his artistic pen swirling—his inspired word full of beautiful:

Psalm 65:8 “…where morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy.”*

There is God. In creation, in the word and in song—penetrating the souls of man.

*The One Year Bible, March 22, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

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He gives the song

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In my heart

a melody springs

words not birthed in me—

by breath of heaven, first conceived

and played back for composer king.

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Thus does he

bid this soul to sing

encamped where love wells strong—

resigned to wait victory’s song

under a canopy of mercy wings.

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photo and poem by Patty Perkins

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Composer and author of life…He gives the song.

Psalm 63:7 “Because you are my help I sing in the shadow of your wings.”*

*The One Year Bible, March 20, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

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