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

  Her Name Is Hope Her name is Hope. She is the young woman with the plain, honest face, travelling to work each day, with faith in her heart that God will answer her prayers for a husband, children, and home. Her name is Hope. She is the sweet, faithful mom, hanging up her wash, the wind whipping through her hair. As she works, she prays that her husband and children will accept Jesus. Her name is Hope. She clings to Jesus' Hand as her marriage falters then shatters through her husband's unfaithfulness. She keeps walking and hoping because of Jesus. Her name is Hope. The news she received today at her cheerful kitchen table nearly crushed her; and tears fall unceasing: a son lost on the battlefield, a prodigal child driving the knife in deeper, a car accident, an ailing loved one. And yet, she hopes. She clings to Jesus. She does not understand. How could she? But she never stops hoping. She prays, she trusts. She looks up. And once more, as she hangs up her wash in the gentle...

  Hostages We were all held hostage by the dragon of sin: But God! And then, The light broke in! All chains were broken when we came to Him *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand *** Have you brought your burden of sin to the foot of the cross? Jesus is waiting for you. He will save you if you call on Him. ***

  Give-Away Take it all, Lord take it all: I give it up to You. And if I take it  back again, I'll return it all anew For You are best and You are all, The only One I need: And when I give it all to You, from bondage  I am freed. *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand *** Love and prayers *** Find them here:

  Escape Ona crept nervously through the shadows. Each step sounded hopelessly too loud in the silken air. Lomi had said not to fear the Darkness. The Darkness, he'd said, was actually a presence; a person. And now, The Darkness had extended an invitation to her, Ona, through Lomi. "A great honour," he had whispered as his burning gaze had sought her wide-eyed one. She had nodded. She knew something of The Darkness and of the meetings which were held in the dense copses and remote caves. Attending a meeting would take her from the edges where she'd been dabbling and into the inner circle. "You desire more knowledge, don't you?" Lomi drew her near, and suddenly, the relationship they shared seemed to be entwined with her decision. "I'll go." She said quietly. "But only if you go with me." Lomi had shaken his head. "No. Each one must go alone. It's safer that way." Lomi's voice was firm, but he toned it down when h...

  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...

  The Last Reminder "The world is going crazy, isn't it?" He turns his phone so she can see the news article. "Good thing our country's got a good nuclear program. Looks like it's going to be our only hope" Her smile is sad as she fingers the ring he gave her so many years ago. Part of her wants to keep quiet, but she obeys the prompting of the Spirit. "Our only hope is in Jesus and His soon return." Her voice is soft. Loving. After many mistakes it has gentled. He just grunts and turns back to the article. After a few moments though, he opens his mouth to comment, to say how naive she is, but her spot at the table is vacant. The scarf she was wearing is neatly draped over her chair, and   he catches the echoes of far away trumpets. *** Hebrews 11:5-6 ESV [5] By faith Enoch was taken up so that he should not see death, and he was not found, because God had taken him. Now before he was taken he was commended as having pleased God. [6] And withou...

  Three Poems For Homemakers There's something  about the  pottering, the dusting, the sweeping, arranging, cooking, baking,  decorating, That's so normal, so good: sharply juxtaposed against the backdrop  of a crazy world. here, I pray, I clean, I sing. Even though things are crazy in my own life, Calm settles with the dust motes and joy stirs in my cup *** This little home of mine, I'm going to help it shine: I'll try to keep it clean and neat, and offer callers food and seat The children I will teach and show the way to One Who loves them so And hopefully, the air will ring with joyful praise as voices sing I hope to give true hope and cheer to all who come through love and prayer O Lord, please help it shine so bright A homely lighthouse in the night. *** My list of chores  just grows and grows, along comes stress a well known foe The messes mount, the wash pile grows, now children fight and all peace goes It's time to slow right down I know, to rest, t...