Becky’s Haiku: Be Still
Be still and know I
Am Lord; rest in a quiet
Place inside my grace.
Psalms 46:10a (Holy Bible New International Version):
“Be still and know that I am God.”
Somewhere in the midst of the trials of my day;
Somewhere in the middle of these crashing waves
There is a tranquil resting place:
A warm and dry stepping stone.
Sometimes my eyes are clouded and I don’t see
The peace, the joy, and the love God is showing me.
But I know that somewhere in this swirling sea
There is a place he has made for me:
A quiet stepping stone.
It is a place where I can pause to quietly rest
And take a break from life’s thundering tempests
By standing in the warm presence of Jesus
Upon my own stepping stone.
It is a place you cannot visually perceive
And you must have faith to understand and see
This special spot where the Lord gladly meets with me
Upon my hidden stepping stone.
Walking through this life often alone
No matter which way I may roam.
Time to turn around and head back home
To the Lord upon my stepping stone.
From this place I can stand and just be
While the raging rapids rush by me
As I pause before entering the swaying sea;
Just resting a bit longer on my stepping stone.
So with faith I travel through each new day
Facing triumphs and obstacles along my destined pathway
But if I keep my eyes and heart on Jesus today
I will find that special resting place;
My own stepping stone.
And today indeed I did find that special place
Sandwiched in between the duties of my day
Beneath the golden sun’s stretching rays:
My ever tranquil stepping stone.
Tomorrow as I boldly venture out
Under the bright sun or a canopy of clouds,
While life’s waves carry me up and down
I will find that special resting place of calm:
My forever peaceful stepping stone.
John 14:27 (Holy Bible New International Version):
“Peace I leave with you: my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
Waking up in the morning
To find a sun-filled day
And wondering what beauty
God will show me along the way.
Strolling in the quiet forest
Or along a flowing stream;
Hearing twittering birdsong
And feeling the gentle breeze.
Walking along a quiet path
and seeing new flowers blooming;
my favorite daisies to find
are the slender black-eyed Susans.
Traveling in the autumn and
Also in the late spring;
To see the altering landscape
During the changing seasons.
Stopping to rest and to think
At a tranquil and quiet place;
Spending some moments in prayer
And staying near to God in enduring faith.
Journeying through the day
From early morning to late night
And knowing that Jesus stays with me;
Always in my heart and at my side.
Hearing the phone ring and
And talking to family or a friend.
Although I am a quiet person,
I often don’t want the call to end.
Visiting family or close friends
When I have that chance to go
Sometimes I cannot travel far
Because of weather and especially snow.
Resting in bed, writing, or
Reading a new novel;
Sometimes science fiction
And then a good mystery to follow.
Laying quietly in bed at the
End of a long working day
Remembering Jesus stays near
And promises to forever stay.
....................Life, Lemons, and Living on a Boat.................... Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. ~ Colossians 4:6
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