Pencil in His Hand: A Mother's Journal of Stories, Thoughts, and Poems.

  Photo: Pawel Czerwinski. Unsplash Shape-Shifters Shape-shifters spread their lies attacking God's  good plan: Be a goat or be a cat a woman or a man they mutilate the children But God's  wrath will bring an end to all their evil shifting: For God's Word cannot be bent. *** Copyright: Alison Lawrence *** God is patient. He wants everyone to repent and be saved. Call on Him to save you. The truth will set you free. ***

Breathe Dying to self   Blue Berg river Slower Slow, slower, slower to a place where  thoughts can meet Slow, slower, slower 'til I'm sitting at Your feet *** Awhile back, I wrote a post about poetry writing which I never posted. I thought it would be good to re-visit that topic. When you write your own poems, you quickly become aware that poetry is not the favourite reading material of most people. Neither is it what most people write. I guess that's because there remain many misconceptions about poetry. Some people believe that poetry is too hard to read or understand, let alone write. I sympathize. Much poetry is pretty high-brow; the subject of university English lectures and dreaded by many students. Poetry however, cannot be put into a box. Yes, it can be written in a vague, mysterious, or unfathomable way. But it can also be simple, honest, and even plain and easy to relate to. Poetry can follow a certain form, style, or rhyme scheme. It can have perfect rhythm and c...

Heatwaves, Stuggles, and Memories in Poetry. Summer heat Heatwave A heatwave of circumstance, trial and trouble presses around me, threatens to  overwhelm. Intensifying heat absorbs all joy. I grumble, discontented, thirsty, drained. Then: I remember You: The living water, refreshing, cool, and sweet: I am flooded with Your peace: Eternal life is mine and all is well. Pauses are so needful.  Pause Things went all wrong today: forgot to pause, forgot  to pray. Now, I stop to  pause and pray, and cling to Jesus as I travel my way Warm day  Refreshment I miss my  mother's kindness on days like this: Days of  unmerciful  scorching heat. Those cups of Earl Gray tea beside the  airconditioner. May I too refresh others walking on life's trying, hot and dusty way. *** Copyright: Alison Lawrence Love and blessings 💜💜💜

  1. Shrouded Shrouded in darkness as empty as that bottle blind you stumble on 2. Glimmer I almost walk past but a light flickers softly deep down in your soul 3. Searching Your heart is searching hoping, aching, for a way out of dark to light 4. Tears Your tears, your yearning reach up to high heaven and God hears your cry 5. Drawing And drawing you near, God's holy precious Spirit to His voice so dear 6. Ready Your heart grows ready as His Word and servants help a light starts to glow 7. Saved Now the day has come repentant, softly weeping you run to the Son 💜🩷🙏🤗💙😘 Hope you have a very blessed and Jesus filled week. Love and prayers, Alison