By G. P. Avants “ Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.” John 14:27 Today I asked a student if she was getting close to graduation. She said yes, but one teacher had failed so she had to stay a little longer. … Continue reading Love in the Time of Anarchy
“For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11: 30 Got it. The work ahead Is plain to see; Some tell me: “If it’s meant to be, It’s up to me.” I grab the plow. My back I bow, Flex and bent, All day; From beginning to end. As sunset falls, It’s then I view The fruit of my … Continue reading Yoke
“But I have called you friends…” John 15:15 This short poem was written years ago after I learned that friendships come in all shapes and sizes. I had often seen friendships come and go and it wore on my heart. However, something my mom said stuck with me that day. She said, “If you have one true friend in your lifetime you have … Continue reading Who I Call Friend
By G. P. Avants “Do you like honey? Don’t eat too much, or it will make you sick!” Proverbs 25:16 My Grandma Kay loved her “Goody-goodies.” Her house had sweets stashed everywhere. Needless to say, I think … Continue reading Is that Honey-coated Honeycomb with Hint of Honey Drizzle?
By G. P. Avants “For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11: 30 Got it. The work ahead Is plan to see. “If it’s meant to be, It’s up to me.” (That’s what they tell me.) I grab the plow, My back I bow, Flex and bent All day From beginning to end. Yet when I view The fruit … Continue reading Yoke
“But being examples to the flock.” 1 Peter 5: 3 I love to see people of different races doing something together. To me this is cool stuff. Here’s an example. A young American girl befriends an Indian girl. She sees her friend do a traditional dance from her country. Her American counterpart is entranced. She asks her friend, “Can I try that. Will you … Continue reading Can I Try That?
Writers do need time of solitary time to write. As a social person that part is tough. I give myself an hour a day during the week, a couple hours on Saturday, and take a break on Sunday. Sometimes, no, all the time, it can be tough to sit alone, when my family is laughing and playing without me. (As I am writing this … Continue reading There is Never Wrong Time to Write Part 2