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

  Photo: Denisse Leon. Unsplash Carnival The devil's carnival has them trapped in an endless, mindless game. Brainwashed and addicted they never pause to think; to breathe. They don't know that it's part of his evil plot: never let them stop, never let them look up for if they did, they might wonder and ask. They might find God. *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand *** Garden Glimpses Another fruit on my eggplant! Many pomegranates. They keep bopping me on the head. Peppers Julius says Hi! (He's a grandpa cat. About thirteen now, but still hunting birds!) Thanks for stopping by. Love Alison 🍄❤️🌹🙏

  Walking Forward I go Going along slow jerkily I creep forward I'm moving to You *** Every small step a definite decision I will follow You *** Never looking back though Egypt looks so easy Your hand fast in mine *** Times I stop or fall You wait for me to obey gain a victory *** These four poems reflect the walk of a believer. Sometimes our progress may seem snail slow, but always, there is a forward movement, no matter how small. The believer may  stop, pause, falter, or even fall, but he or she does not turn around or go back to Egypt. (Pre- salvation life.)  Because of the constant love and presence of Jesus, the believer is able to keep going along the narrow trail. *** Garden Update There is not a huge amount going on in the garden at the moment. It has been pretty hot for March. I have sown some seeds though, including basil, eggplant, and pansies amongst others. So far, the usual compost tomatoes are coming up, along with a bean. As you can see from the photos, I...