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Archive for January, 2009

My walk and work in Love

My walk day to day is hard

on dry ground I trodd

Some rocks and pebbles–

some gullys and ravens

My walk day to day is hard

Above my head   a Falcon flies

a bird of prey,  seeking his

meal of the day

I crawl on forward

down this lonely  trail

My heart feels light

despite the burden that

I bear….

Oh,  my  walk  day to day is hard

I do wonder for what reason

I was dealt this card

My heart bears a burden

no one knows about…except

for you God,  my father

I wonder for what reason I was

chosen to go without human

companionship…like my aunt

Ellen….a devote 7th day adventist…

Oh,  yes  my  walk day to day is hard!
Even if I found a man that I love

he is already spoken for.

So the Lord tells me to be hunble

and crawl  away,  and leave that

man alone…because he could never

be mine.

I want to love and be loved but ….

it appears that my walk and work in love

is to be as Paul….be still ….be quiet…..and walk humbly…

serve the Lord in mercy,  and solitude and be alone

for the rest of my life….

Oh,  yes,  my walk and work is truly  in Love…

Agape`  Love….

So teach me Lord to wish the best for others.

Teach me Lord to pray for others happiness

Have mercy Lord on me for complaining

For  yes,  I am a hand maid of the Lord

and  my reward is to do the will of you

My Soveign King…..to bring light into

darkness,  joy into sadness…for other human

beings ….not for myself.

Help me Lord to resist the temptations

that come against me….give me strength dear Lord

to gather myself and march forward as your servant

For yes my walk is hard,  and rocky….

My soul salvation  is  you Lord..is you.

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I HAVE STOPPED WRITING ABOUT WENDY!!

I HAVE DETERMINED TO WRITE ABOUT
GOOD AND HEALTHY TOPICS. SO I WILL ONLY
ATTEMPT TO WRITE ABOUT POSITIVE
STORIES AND WENDY WILLIAMS IS not able
to give that to my blogs right now.

I am sorry Wendy. I mean, about writing
that stuff about your lawsuits and all.
I realize that it was not the best stuff to
write. Especially since I like you and your
odd talk shoe. Sometimes your topics were
too much for a Christian woman such as
myself. But sometimes if would be funny.
So basically, let me end this post by saying
I apoloize for highlighting your worst
moments. I hope all goes well for you and
your husband and baby Kevin.
God bless and I will write about you again
when things improve.
P.S.
When is your movie coming out? I want
to see it!?

~~~river~!

I TRY NOT TO WRITE THIS….

I was trying to be good. Really. You know
I kind of fasted from writing for a few days.
I did not realize that I love to write so much.
I miss writing. About anything at all!
Oh, my! I am so silly.
any way…here goes a little poem.
Something is weighing on my heart…
so I have to let it out or bust!
Yes, I did delete some posts, and prose, and
articles…but I cannot stop my creative
juices from welling up inside….especially when
my heart becomes full…again.

POEM OF LOVE AND MISSING

Love is a strange word indeed
It can mean so many things.
It can mean shared intimate moments
Shared moments at church,
Shared moments due to a birth
of a child,
Love can be giving of oneself to the
service of others….
Love can be self-sacrifice of a mother for her
child,
Oh and most of all the Sacrifice of Christ for
Mankind soul salvation!
So yes, Love is a strange word–
yet it does not express some of the
deepest pain of the heart that comes
from sacrificing oneself for the happiness
of another person.
So yes, my heart is welling up right now…
almost, like a teenager with that first
crush!—But a better feeling as an adult-
because you understand the depths of
sacrifice that it takes to please another
person.
For example, when I was a little girl–
I remember seeing my mother sitting at
a sewing machine in the house at night and
she sewed me a black and white plaid coat.
I was so happy and excited to wear my
little coat.
The sacrifice of a mother for her child
is so much more love than can be expressed
in words.
A father who works many, hours like my
father did. He worked 16 hours a day and
passed away at the age of 59 of sugar
diabetes.
Sacrifice and love go hand in hand…
Love and Sacrifice….the truth value of
the word love….

Oh, my….I have really started writing
again….havn’t I ?

Fini~ riveroflifelisajoy

p.s. i love you

I HAVE DELETED SOME POSTS.

SO I COULD PUT MORE READABLE MATERIAL.

STAY TUNNED!