Are you superstitious?
No. Not at all. God is my Rock. Jesus is my salvation, and the Holy Spirit lives inside of me. The Triune God.
Tag: Jesus
Living Without
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
I can live without many things. Most everything actually. It’s God the Father, God the Son, and God the Spirit (Three in One) I cannot live without.
Never Stop
In all that you work towards, never stop trying. Learn from your mistakes, make corrections, and try again. Let God be your helping hand. Pray. And never give up.
Life’s Pool by L. M. Montes
Floating eyes moved side to side,
gazing in world filled wonder,
but when a hand prayed to abide,
the heart ran off to yonder.
Needles pointed inward,
stabbed the brain toward death,
the heart continued wayward,
and stole the lungs of breath.
Waves of goodness swept and swayed,
life’s ups and downs they fought,
then One above heard all I prayed,
in snares I wasn’t caught.
Still by L. M. Montes
A storm erupts and stirs the waters at will,
Then the Lord is there and says, “Be still.”
In one’s life our problems draw a chill,
Again the Lord is there and comforts still.
A peace we feel when we are in His will.
Stay close to Him and pray, just be still.
Weeds of Life: a Sonnet by L. M. Montes
A daydream takes the mind upon a flight
of visions dancing ‘cross the brain of sight,
imagine if you can a tale of weeds
clawed and deep within the flowers of seed,
choking out such beauty to die and bend
never to grow up but meet its end,
but fingers claw and pull out from the muck
life’s problems sewing in and now are stuck,
yank once then twice and thrown aside and out
of God’s garden that man has strewn about,
at last sun’s rays uplift His color wheel
of blooms with sweetest scents that touch and heal
our body, mind, and soul from evil’s clutches,
blessing all who bow, and Jesus touches.
Hanging by His Hand by L. M. Montes
The present is but a wave
creeping toward the shore,
then in a breath it’s gone–
backwards evermore.
In life our friends and family,
warm our hearts and stay,
in our minds and in our soul,
then gone to our dismay.
Time’s wind blows at vicious speeds,
our memories we take hold,
that is all we have one day,
when we are growing old.
Alone we feel when most are gone,
as to the grave they go,
where does one lean in nothingness,
no one is there, you know.
But Christ is here and looking down,
and sees our pain that stands,
His love surrounds and comforts,
as you’re hanging by His hand.
by L. M. Montes
He Has Risen
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
John 3:16
The Light That Shines
In an ever darkening and dangerous world, an evil exists pulling life increasingly downward by a thread. With a slow pull so minute one can not perceive the movement, yet it is there. The thread is so thin it is almost invisible. Humans run and scurry from the danger. Thinking lacks. Running overtakes. Words spew from evil’s mouth, and many believe the words without thinking about what the evil words are saying. Division cuts the culture like a knife caused by the evil from within. Anger and rage sweep many. They turn on one another. Why? No reason, other than they believe the evil darkness of lies that are sickening the many.
BUT…a light shines within the soul of all men. This light comes from words of love, kindness, encouragement, and acts encompassing these light filled words. BE A LIGHT IN SOMEONES DAY. Spread joy. Earth is filled with a multitude of different people. Coming together, instead of allowing ourselves to be divided, is who we really are. Learn from one another. Hold the door open for someone. Tell someone they look nice. Say hi to somebody. Help out in your community. If you don’t know what you can do, ask someone. These words and actions of love and kindness shine a ‘light’ much much brighter than any evil that tries to break them down. I LOVE YOU ALL.
Numbers 6:24-26
“The LORD bless you and keep you; The LORD make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.”
Worry by L. M. Montes
I sat on the beach and counted grains of sand,
but then the wind took them
and they flew from my hand,
perhaps I should refrain,
from acting in disdain,
some things should not be counted
just enjoyed from day to day.
The little things that worry crawl and bite like ants,
but then a shoe stomped them
and they fell from my pants,
perhaps I should rely,
on Jesus not the lie,
because He is the only one
to help me when I cry.
By L. M. Montes
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 