"If you write FOR a particular market or FOR a particular editor you will often miss the mark. But if you write because your fingers have danced across the keyboard, because a character has tapped you on the shoulder, because a story has settled in your heart, then even if you never sell it you have done the work you were meant to do. And sometime, dear readers, real magic happens." Jane Yolen

7/19/10

How He Can Comfort Us: Monday Manna

The purpose of Monday Manna is to get together and get to know Christ more through His Word.

On the first and third Mondays of each month, anyone who wants to participate can post their thoughts on a specific verse--posted here at my blog on the Thursday before, to allow you to chew on it over the weekend. It doesn't have to be long -- just a few thoughts, a picture you feel helps express it, a poem, a short story, a devotional. Just post it on your blog on Mondayish (early OR late is fine, by the way!), then come back here and link up in the Linky Tools gadget that will be at the bottom of MY post at o'dark thirty that morning.

This Monday's verse is a favorite and poignant one from the book of Psalms.
The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit. Psalm 34:18 NKJV
Looking forward to reading your thoughts. Mine are below.

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These verses have always been a comfort to me. I have had that broken heart, and I have felt Him near.

I was all ready to write something new for this Monday Manna post, but a poem I wrote quite a while back kept popping into my head. It helped me remember that the Lord's nearness can often come through His children.

I hope this blesses you.

Just The Other Day

Just the other day
I saw innocence speed by
in 3T overalls
a bright yellow shirt
Bob the Builder tennis shoes
and a fireman's helmet.

His blue and white tricycle
(with superhero trading cards
stuck in the spokes)
raced down the block,
bicycle bell ringing,
to come to the rescue
of cats stuck in trees
(do firemen still do that?)
and damsels in distress.

His fire hose twig
and boymade sound effects
triumphed over the flames
in grandiose fashion.

He was the hero
to his little sister
his stuffed dalmatian
and his imaginary friend Bud.

He was my hero too
for his reckless abandon
for his innocence
for his love of a pursuit
that had robbed him of a father.

As he napped on my chest
two years ago
(seems like yesterday)
his dada entered the flames
and entered heaven.

He wants to be like
the daddy he doesn't remember
to save the damsel in distress
to protect the world from the flames.

My little firefighter
showed me how to love
how to embrace a memory
how to honor a legacy
just the other day.
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 Thanks for reading! Be sure to link up, and/or read more thoughts on this verse, below.


 
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7 comments:

  1. This is beautiful, Joanne

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  2. God is so good. Thanks for sharing that beautiful poem. Blessings, Wanda

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  3. Great poem. It's beautiful!

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  4. I join the others, It's beautiful!

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  5. Very touching poem. God will use the children to show us how near He is. Beautiful.

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  6. Loved the imagery and the message.

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