The Password
There is only one word that gives you access to the holy place No other word will do… No secret handshake or encryption, oh hear me, for this is true… No renewi...
Author: Marla
I love the Lord Jesus Christ and am passionate about writing. I hope you enjoy the blog and come to visit often.
Then the Lord answered me and said:
“Write the vision
And make it plain on tablets,
That he may run who reads it.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.
“Behold the proud,
His soul is not upright in him;
But the just shall live by his faith. Habakkuk 2: 2-4
The Way of Escape
Artist Unknown God, how can I bear this heartache it rips at my broken soul Turns my nights to bitter tears and leaves an endless hole… Days have no meaning, fo...
He Knows my Name
I can’t read the name of the artist. Sleeping quietly in the sheep pen, with others at my side I hear him calling, intently… Jonny, Susie, Mary; Bella, Bu...
YES
Drawing by Marla Shaw O’Neill For three days this tiny, three letter word has been jumping out at me. From a necklace that someone made that says, ‘yes,’ ...
Summer Rain
Over the many years I’ve spent in the LORD’s presence I’ve come to know his very essence… Like a summer’s rain, a cool breeze comes, Filling the atmosphere with...
The Good Shepherdess
Painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau completed in 1889 She walked among a rocky path, wandering and alone No place among the community to call home… Tattered ...
Life’s Complicated (Rise & Shine)
This poem was written by my Aunt Rose who is 85 years old. She is an amazing lady. She inspires me and gives me hope…I hope her poem will bless you! When ...
Critical Spirit and Complaining is Poison
Last night I had a dream that Bob and I were hiking and we came upon a man digging in the dirt he was trying to kill a rattle snake. He said, “Stand back.” So, ...
Woman at the Well
How many times have you gone to the well of life so to speak, and all you got was muddy water, hateful stares and a sore back from carrying the water pitcher? (...
Sister’s
This is dedicated to my beautiful baby sister, Barbara Shaw Ramirez for her Sixty-fourth birthday. I love you dearly! Sister’s Twenty-one months, then there app...