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

  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...

  Poems, Photos and a Glimpse of my Garden Rest of soul and peace of mind are hard for you  and me to find: Until we rest our  hearts in God; strength will falter, days grow hard A new day to pray, to love and give, A new day to serve, to work and praise, A new day to soak in Your precious peace I wish I could go back to all the happy days: to hold on to those moments, and sing a song of praise. Love and kindness I would bring, and serve the Lord much more. I truly wish it could be done through an old and hidden door. But since I cannot go back, to those sweet and bygone days, I'll give to Jesus all my heart so He can change my un-nice ways *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand *** St John's creeper New growth. (Not sure whether they are flowers or veg.) Protecting my carrots Paprika Looks like a chilli A good showing of coriander and some other herb. Swiss chard doing nicely My books

  Hope Blooms Hope Blooms A Poetry Collection by Alison Lawrence. Introduction This collection is all about hope and healing. And yes, there is joy too. Even in the fire, hope can bloom if you let Jesus comfort you. There will be splashes of joy, and hope will never fade. *** Hope Blooms His peace and love will reign  where missiles brutal fell As Zion blooms again  and Jesus makes all well *** Garlands Garlands of bright sunshine decorate my gate: Gentle, happy faces, His love now radiate *** Hiding Place As troubles now surround us, the way before is clear: I know that You will hide us; there is no need to fear. For when the skies grow darker still: You'll draw us to Your side; Through the clouds we'll fly away: to Your sweet love we'll ride *** Pray! So many people need our prayers: They need to feel that someone cares They need to know Lord Jesus too, be healed and drawn, be made brand new I think of all the suffering ones, held hostage, hurt by men with guns Some are...

  Dear Readers, Just a quick note to let you know that I am using this time away from blogging to write, amongst other things. God willing, I will begin to post once more in early January. You can look forward to short stories, non-fiction, as well as poetry. I will also be posting Afrikaans and gardening content on my other blogs. So until then, may God bless and keep you. Wishing you a Jesus filled Christmas and New Year. Love, Alison

View River   A Few Poems Never Alone Even if I where a lonely cloud wandering I would never really be alone for Jesus is in my heart and always will be. I love Him, you know. Not with a perfect love; not the way I want to. But I truly do love Him. Even if I were a solitary star glowing faintly, I would not be all alone: for the Great I Am is always with me. Even though I am unworthy, so unworthy, He is with me and He loves me so: with a holy, pure, eternal love. A love which I am only beginning to grow in, slow, o, so slowly. So here I am, a human being, alone in my me-ness; alone in my uniqueness, yet never alone. I am misunderstood, yet Jesus understands. Forgotten, yet remembered by the Lord. Swimming in my struggles yet held close, so close by Him. So yes, I may appear a lonesome sight; a woman wandering in her own world, silent and solitary, wrapped in her thoughts. Thoughts which He knows. Following a path He walks with me in a world which suddenly seems a great deal less lon...

  Illustrated Inspirational Poems Dearest Readers, Here are a few poems from my poetry notebook. I hope you feel encouraged today. The world is so dark. Evil abounds. It is easy to feel discouraged and sad. How blessed we are to have Jesus! He is our joy. Do you know Him too? *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand Are you searching? Would you like to know more about Jesus? You may find my testimony helpful. (Just scroll down a little.) Testimony John 3:1-8, 10-21 ESV [1] Now there was a man of the Pharisees named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews. [2] This man came to Jesus by night and said to him, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do unless God is with him.” [3] Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.” [4] Nicodemus said to him, “How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother’s womb and be born?” [5] J...

  Free flash fiction The Rosebush: Flash Fiction "I thought you might like something that will last a little longer." He smiled his quirky smile, and her eyes travelled first to the drooping flowers on the table, then to the plant in his arms. "We can keep this one on the patio. Red for love, you know." He winked and planted a kiss on her surprised  mouth. They made planting the rose bush their Saturday afternoon project. "Somehow, it reminds me of marriage." She spoke softly as she patted the soil. "There are the hard bits, like these thorns, but then there is the beauty." He drew her close as they knelt by the planter, the roses on the small bush almost completely covering the thorns. *** Snuggling I'm nestling in Thy Hand through storm, and wind, and drought: While nestling in Thy Hand, I wake and look about: then seeing Thou art here, I snuggle deeper still, and in Thy endless care, I cast my doubt and fear *** Patience Like still, sweet,...

  Go! No Time No time, no time no time at all Only today: so give Him your all *** How Beautiful the Feet See the lost people battered, hopeless, bruised feet of beauty, go! *** Calling Help me to see Lord help me to see the bruised and the broken  waiting for me to bring them the Gospel that saves and sets free *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand

  Fishing boat at the river Writing for the Lord ‭Colossians 3:23-24 ESV‬ [23] Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, [24] knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.  https://bible.com/bible/59/col.3.23-24.ESV Dearest Readers, This post will contain my thoughts on writing, but this really applies to all we do. :) When I first started writing more seriously, I believe my heart was right. I truly wanted to encourage people and to share the Gospel through my writing. With much help from God, I wrote my heart out. I wrote with passion. For Him. There was really no thought of financial success. I did imagine possibly receiving a few donations, but that was all. I made the books available for free, but wasn't able to reach many people. After a while, I stopped writing. I was busy. It wasn't too long though, before I picked up my pen once more to write poetry, and later, short stories. At that...

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...