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

  Psalm 144:2 ESV [2] he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me. https://bible.com/bible/59/psa.144.2.ESV Eternal Tower Surviving still the Scottish tower's crumbling walls still stand, and tourists marvel at the sight on ancient rain-drenched land. But the Keep I call my own Is a Refuge strong and safe; and never shall He crumble for His blood defends the gates. *** pencil in His Hand. ***

  Blessed Hope Nothing has changed. Same situations. People rigidly remaining the way they always were. Crazy prices, crazy wars, tragedy, and heartbreak on every screen. But it's a brand new day. A brand new day complete with fresh hope, renewed joy, and topped up strength. A strength that somehow gets my tired, old limbs standing and going again. No. Nothing has changed. Same situations. People rigidly remaining the way they always were. But it's a new day. And hope is rising. Today could be the day that my Jesus fetches me! *** Waiting "I wait for the Lord, I expectantly wait, and in His Word do I hope." Psalm 130:5 (AMP) *** Through watches of the night and through ascending day, I keep my eyes on Him, so hope won't fade away. I'm waiting for my King: on His true Word I stand; May all hearts rest in Him, and joyful praises bring. *** pencil in His Hand. ***

  Psalm 128:6 ESV [6] May you see your children’s children! Peace be upon Israel! https://bible.com/bible/59/psa.128.6.ESV *** True Peace True peace shall flow through Zion land; The nation Is' ra' el: Sand shall turn to grass and field, and every corner bring its yield. Each bitter tear shall cease, as prisoners are released, And nail scarred hands restore, and hold forever more. *** A.S.L

  Psalm 123:2 ESV [2] Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maidservant to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, till he has mercy upon us. https://bible.com/bible/59/psa.123.2.ESV *** Above Instead of looking to the world: The constant stream of news and memes; Look instead to God, our Lord: Enthroned above: To His Pure Word. *** A.S.L ***

  Three Inspirational Poems Pit In the darkest pit of grief, despair where hope has died God finds you there. So cry out to the Saving One, whose love-stained cross light's victory won *** Psalm 107:28 "Then they cry to the Lord in their trouble, and He brings them out of their distresses." *** Victory When the battle rages our hearts melt to our toes: But God our only Helper defeats all deadly foes. *** Psalm 108:12,13 "Give us help against the adversary, for vain is the help of man. Through and with God we shall do valiantly, for He it is Who shall tread down our adversaries." *** A Joyful Mother (This is what I want to always be.) A joyful mother  sings a song though days are hard and nights  are long. A joyful mother has no fear  for through the pain her Lord is near. *** Psalm 113:9 "A joyful mother." *** With love and prayers. All Scripture, Amplified Version. *** Poems copyright: Alison Lawrence. *** Ps. Here is the link to my testimony if you w...

Battle Evil swarmed and swooped thickly throughout the valley. Jonathan's sword slashed to the left and right. Sometimes, it arched through the air above his head, as infuriated hisses and screeches filled the darkness. To Jonathan's left and right, inky blackness was being pushed back by his companions. Stretched across the valley, they marched on, their swords slashing and crashing through the thick air, and bringing limp scaly bodies to the ground. The bright ones could not stop. Victory was not theirs yet, for the evil hordes kept coming. There were more than ever before it seemed, here at the closing of the ages. Jonathan grimaced as a foul creature landed close beside him. It screeched and bared its fangs in final rebellion. But Jonathan kept on. Supernatural strength coursed through his body, as more warriors joined the battle. They were nearing the far side of the valley now. The atmosphere remained black and grim: the battle was far from over. Jonathan's sword coul...

  Rapture Chronicles: Mark Mark gave Christine a rushed kiss on the cheek before hurrying to the garage. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Go, go, go. Mark's feet complied. This was the soundtrack of his life; along with work, work, work, and worry, worry, worry. He jammed his phone in its holder and jabbed at it before pulling away. His work week had begun. "How's it going?" Neil's jolly face peered into Mark's office later. "Not too good, and its giving me a headache." He pointed at his computer screen. "Prices are up across all departments." Neil's expression grew sober as he stepped into the room. "It's a sign of the times. Along with everything else that's going on. Jesus' return is very soon, that's all I can say." "Could be hundreds of years away." Mark squinted at the screen as he spoke. "Rising prices, wars, and earthquakes are nothing new." Neil shook his head. "Things are getting worse. I...

  Rapture Chronicles: Casey Casey shook her head in disbelief: A runaway fire, torrential rain, and flooding. Plus three tornadoes. All in one day. And one tornado had torn through and area that was considered tornado free. She took a sip of her fast cooling coffee, and her fingers clenched the polka dot mug. At least her area remained disaster free. For the moment. At times like these, she wondered whether she should make mention of of weather events or world news on her You Tube channel. Hers was a homemaking channel. Strictly serene and inspirational. A weekly dose of slow living for hectic souls. And yet, she couldn't help feeling a bit fake. With everything that was going on in the world, Jesus return must surely be close. Casey couldn't shake the feeling that she should be shouting out a warning. Was she lulling her viewers to sleep by focusing on everything nice, and cozy, and pleasing? Casey took a quick swallow of her drink. "But people need a bit of peace Lord. E...

  Hope Today could be the day, that loved ones bow and pray, That all who've gone astray will find Your precious way. Yes. Today could be the day. And today might bring the sound of a trumpet all around, As Jesus' love abounds and He lifts us from the ground. Yes. Today might bring the sound. *** Thank You Lord Thank You Lord, I can do this day, Thank You  Lord, I can walk and pray. Thank You Lord, by my side You'll stay. Thank You Lord,  I can take one step, Thank You Lord, You have paid my debt, Thank You Lord, You have said don't fret Thank You Lord, for this could be the day, Thank You Lord, when You take us away, Thank You Lord, by Your side we will stay. *** At His Side The safest place is at God's side and there beneath His wings I hide. The strongest place is where He keeps His little ones, His own dear sheep. The highest path is His sure way so follow Him and never stray. *** Pure Joy Wind rages, branches whip Cold darkness envelopes the garden But here, bl...

  Rapture Collection Dear Readers, Given the urgency of the times, I felt it on my heart to write this post. I have written several stories with a Rapture message. Below are links to three of them. You will find other references to the Rapture, or the great snatching away of the Bride, throughout the blog. I will also include a link to my testimony. Today is the day to repent and to call on Jesus to save you. With much love and prayers, Alison Waiting A Reason To Clean The Last Reminder My Testimony  (Scroll to view. I titled it, He Stooped Down.)  💕🙏🩷

  Photo: Joshua J. Cotten The Bird Feeder Penny watched in fascination as the eager birds descended upon Aunt Tina's bird feeder. The elderly woman had just placed seed in it. Penny moved closer to the kitchen window, not wanting to miss a moment. The male weaver birds with their bright yellow breasts were the boldest. Their soft, brown mates followed their lead, and a flock of sweet sparrows pecked at the fallen bounty on the ground below. Penny smiled a little sadly. How hungry the birds seemed as they darted about and swung on the bird feeder. Still, she doubted that they could be as hungry as she was. Inside, she felt as hollow as the old log in Aunt Tina's rockery. Empty. Alone. Painfully alone since Jeremy had walked out on everything they'd built together over a span of twenty years. Now, she was hungry for hope and for answers. Her whys still echoed three years after he'd closed the door on all she'd held dear. Aunt Tina's kind voice interrupted her tire...

  An Answer For Adeline All Adeline knew was that she was at her wits end, and ready to throw in the proverbial towel. Having a husband, five children, several pets, and a part time job, meant that she was spinning several plates at once. And, two of those plates were teenagers. Another plate was a challenging marriage. Then there were the careening plates of three busy younger boys, one of whom had recently been diagnosed with ADHD. Her part time job as a receptionist was probably the least wobbly of her plates. That is, until she received a phone call from the school principal during work hours. Often, she’d stay up far too late, whilst she searched for answers to her problems online. How to cope with ADHD in boys, Teenagers and social media, Communication in marriage, How to get your kids to help around the house… Or, she’d watch an endless stream of YouTube videos. Each one dishing out advice about everything from the ideal routine to revolutionize your life, to decluttering s...

  A Few Poems And Thoughts Peace Set your mind on things above and learn to live in His great love. Down here we stress and rush about as loud and worldly voices shout. But as for you, don't pay them mind walk with Jesus, peace you'll find. *** I need to question myself and my motives regularly. It's not about me. Sometimes, I think my whole day revolves around the need to get to that place called "Time for Myself." I know that I am terribly selfish. Although I do much for others, I think that a lot of the time, it's all about me: my feelings, my pain, my hurt. That's the way we humans are. Only with God's help can we change or do true good. Also, I seem to always be busy with some project or other. Or book. I seem to always have a mental to-do list of projects. I struggle to just be. To be still. And there is never enough time for everything. For certain, time is short. I just know that there is no time for the unimportant. And yet, most of one's ...

  Cassie's Calling: Version Two Prologue The proud mother strapped her little one into the stroller, then tucked a baby blue blanket around her. They were all set for a walk around the sun-bathed garden. Baby wore a cute sun hat as well as a bib for any unexpected mishaps. She made a slow circuit around the swimming pool, being careful to dodge any bumps as well as Arthur the cat with his proud stare and Tessie, the white bull terrier, with her understanding doggie smile. “No, Tessie. Don’t come too close. Baby is sleeping. No doggie kisses either. You can walk along with us if you want to though.” The faithful pet happily agreed and walked beside the pram as Cassie did another lap around the pool. When Arthur placed an exploratory paw on the blanket, Tessie nosed him out of the way and was rewarded with a “good dog!” by the little mother.  When Cassie had determined that her infant had absorbed enough sunshine for the day, she headed back to the house with Tessie ever vigilan...

A Poem, Thoughts, Photos, And Flash Fiction Focus Keep your eyes on Him, on His precious face keep your face uplifted as you walk by His grace Keep your mind on His Word, as you travel through the day go first to the Scriptures and get light for your way. *** How often don't we rush to the world for help, advice, and inspiration? We jump to videos, blogs, self-help books, influencers, and social media. Sometimes, we go to friends or to family as we look to them to solve our problems. We go everywhere but to the One True Source Of Help: God's Word. Scripture reference: Psalm One. *** Thought: Am I overwhelmed with joy as the wise men were? *** I will let the photos tell their own story:)   *** Mending My needle goes in and out, in and out of the denim. Such a small chore, yet so satisfying. There will be a patch now, and instead of trying to camouflage it, I am going to let the old jeans tell their story, with bright stitching, and an embroidered daisy. No, I am not perfect, the...