Gabriel Visits Mary God sent Gabriel, his top angel With words for Virgin Mary God chose her to bear his Son – The Messiah she would carry. Mary was engaged to Joseph. She didn’t understand How she could have God’s baby child, Still she trusted in God’s plan. Read this account for yourself in Luke 1:26-38. Wow! What a message for a young teen to receive. The Bible doesn’t give us all of the details, but it is generally believed that Mary was likely in her early teens
Baby John (the Baptist) An angel said to Zachariah Your wife will have a son He’ll help the people to prepare For God’s Most Holy One. His wife Elizabeth was old Childless and forlorn. Zach didn’t believe so lost his voice ‘Til after John was born. Read this account for yourself in Luke 1:5-25 Zachariah was chosen by lot to burn incense inside the part of the temple known as the Sanctuary of the Lord when the angel Gabriel appeared to give him a message from God. Gabriel
Readers will remember my last guest post by Crystal Bowman. I couldn’t resist sharing this poem of hers as well. A GRANDMOTHER’S PRAYER Lord, I come to you today and lift my prayer to you. Please be with my grandkids, in everything they do. Help their little eyes to see only what is good. Give them mouths that speak the truth and say the words they should. Give them ears to listen well; please help them to obey. Give them feet that follow you; don’t let them go astray. Help their minds to understand the
Never, never ask your mom to cut your hair the night before school pictures. School pictures can be angst or fun With memories of joy or regrets. You wore your nice dress, gave a big smile For one captured moment, your best. But sometimes those moments Were less than sublime Sometimes they captured A miserable time When you tried to create What wasn’t there I pleaded and begged “Mom, please cut my hair.” I want my hair cut Just like Sara Grace All nice and smooth Every hair in its place. “But I don’t know how,” My
A group of writers, mostly from Australia, undertake an annual Month of Poetry in January. Writers from all over push themselves to write a poem every day. Some days we crank out surprisingly nice poems while other days, well you could say it just stinks… But there’s something envigorating about having made the daily effort. We’ve passed the half-way point in the month so I thought I would share a few of my hurriedly