It isn’t a what, it’s a Who. Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior and God’s Dear Son Who gives me direction in life.
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Quotes to Live by
Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?
Yes, I do, three of them. They’re reminders more than quotes. See below.
1. God is still on the throne.
2. Rely on Jesus.
3. Be strong in Jesus. Let Him be my strength.
These three keep the worry away.
He Is Risen
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
Superstitious?
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.
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
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 