I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I joined back in 1964 after a long struggle with faith. I had loved the Savior ever since I could remember, but the church of my youth deserted me as it moved into the intellect movement of the 60's. Without spiritual guidance, I fell away. The Lord distinguished between the words of my mouth and the longing of my heart. He knew that I wanted to believe and so he sent a young woman who told me the story of the Restored Gospel. She bore her testimony of Jesus Christ and promised me that I could know for myself and have my own testimony.

Now forty-six years later I can only thank her from the bottom of my heart for introducing me to the church. Indeed I do have my own testimony. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet, called to restore Christ's church to the earth. We have a prophet today who leads and guides us. I am so grateful for Latter-day scriptures that bear testimony of Jesus Christ. The Book of Mormon is the Word of God. It stands as another witness of the Savior and it's truths have touched my life in very personal ways.

I hope that my poetry reflects the growth of my testimony and my love for Jesus Christ.
Showing posts with label SPRING. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SPRING. Show all posts

I Need Spring

I've never been diagnosed with SAD but my own self-diagnosis tells me that I have trouble dealing with the darkness of winter.  I love snow and the cold.  I like that the world slows down - no grass to mow and no weeds to pull.  But the darkness of winter gets to me and I'm always glad to pass the winter solstice and know that every day there is a little more light.


Spring Defined

Every year it is the same.  We are utterly amazed at the transformation of the earth that takes place so quickly.  One day it is a dreary winter landscape and the next flowers are popping up all around.  No other season bursts upon us like spring.  The joy of creation is evident.  Our gratitude for the beauty of the earth overflows.


Those Noisy Birds

I am a morning person so as dawn nears my sleep is light.  Perhaps that is why the birds awaken me. I really don't mind getting up early but there is a limit as to how early.  When the sounds begin at four o'clock  it gets really aggravating.

Of course, if the window was closed it wouldn't be so bad, but fresh, cool air makes sleeping more pleasant. I hop in bed and open the window each evening and take in the wonderful air.

And then there is a huge tree just outside that window so the birds have a lovely place to perch and sing or talk or squawk each morning.  So I do this to myself as you can see.