Today as I worked on my afghan one stitch at a time I thought of how life is. Take it one day at a time. The past is in the past... let it go. The future isn't here yet, so don't worry about it. I was reminded of a scripture...

Romans 6:25 Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

This scripture reminded me to not worry about what's ahead. God has it planned out and taken care of so much like my crocheting, taking it one stitch at a time... take one day at a time.

until next time...

Sonia

taking it one stitch at a time

Today as I worked on my afghan one stitch at a time I thought of how life is.  Take it one day at a time. The past is in the past... let it go.  The future isn't here yet, so don't worry about it.  I was reminded of a scripture...

Romans 6:25  Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.  Are ye not much better than they?

This scripture reminded me to not worry about what's ahead.  God has it planned out and taken care of so much like my crocheting, taking it one stitch at a time... take one day at a time.

until next time...
Sonia

In my last moments

By Sonia R. Parham  5/20/10

I walked along a path. It was smooth with no obstacles in the way to hinder my steps. It was dark, with a dim glow down low on either side.


I saw a man in the distance, tall and handsome, beckoning me to him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement but paid no attention to it as I was so focused on the man before me.

Whispers fell on my ears the closer I got to him. I reached out to him and he smiled. His smile sent the chill of dread down my spine. His smile was not loving or compassionate. It was arrogant and calculating.

He touched my shoulder and his hand felt as if it weighed a ton. My knees gave way under the heaviness that consumed me. My chest felt empty as my breath began to fade. He laughed at my demise.

Drifting slowly into unconsciousness I heard the whispers more clearly. “Soul snatcher’ they repeated over and over.”Soul snatcher...”

“This is it” I thought. “I’ve gone too far.” Fear clenched my heart.

“Mamma!” I cried;

“Daddy!”

No answer came.

“FATHER!!” my soul cried out in desperation.

Tears ran down my face as I lay my head down on the path at his feet, hearing his laughter as it quieted and became a cruel grunt of satisfaction. In my last moments I saw vaporous hands stretching forth as if to snatch me away.

“FATHER, I’m sorry, please forgive me!!” My soul cried out once more.

“What?” Exclaimed the man before me; His voice was now distorted with anger. “No!” he cried, “You can’t have her!”

“QUIET!” came the response; “You no longer have power over her.” This new voice was strong, powerful and full of compassion. As the words were spoken the darkness began to fade.

Strong loving hands reached down and picked me up. The heaviness that held me down fell away. My life came back to me.

The vaporous hands shrank away as the light grew. I saw the feet at which I lay backing away, stumbling in their haste.

The whispers now said “Holy God”, “Creator of all.”

I knew who held me. The fear within my heart left and peace and love took its place. Tears still rolled down my cheeks as I heard Him say “Peace my child, you are forgiven.”

“Thank you Father, Thank you!” I said as he hugged me close and carried me away from the dark path.

My Spirit, My Soul

 by Sonia Parham 4/9/02

I walk in this body of flesh,

Knowing one day I'll be free.

There was a time of darkness,

Confusion and fear,

The light ahead I could not see.

Feeling unworthy,

Knowing certain death,

Begging, pleading,

Praying for release

From the chains upon my breast.

I was then comforted,

With a soothing balm to my soul.

I'm loved,

I'm forgiven,

I'm alive.

For I was protected,

By grace through it all.

Susan J. Reinhardt's Book Giveaway

Check out the Book Giveaway Susan J. Reinhardt is doing this month.  The book is titled "The Begotton."  It is written by Lisa T. Bergren.  

It is a tale set in Italy in the year 1339.  A suspenseful tale of the war between good and evil.   Check out Susan's write up on it at her blog   http://susanjreinhardt.blogspot.com/

If you like suspense and medieval historical fiction this book is right up your ally.

Until next time... one day at a time, one word at time...keep reading and writing!
Sonia

In honor of our freedom protectors

     Far away in a distant land is a warrior protecting me and all I know, love and live for. He serves with dedication.

     At times he is weary and worn from the long hard day he has endured but that does not squelch his dedication.

     He is strong, strong in spirit and in body. Though heat of day bears down on him, he perseveres. Though the cold of night may catch him, he continues on.

     You may ask, Is he a man of integrity?

In my mind he is.

      Is he a man of honor?

In my mind he is.

      Is he man of passion?

In my mind he is.

      Is he a man of compassion?

In my mind he is.

      Is this warrior real?

Yes, he is very real.

      Every morning and night I pray for him. It may be unhealthy but it seems he is in my thoughts most of the time of late. Maybe it’s because he needs protection or maybe it’s more…something of a higher level or reason. If so; I have him covered in prayer and am with him in thought and in spirit.

      This warrior; I call him friend.

Pieces, Patches

Planning, cutting, sewing stitch by stitch.

A puzzle, artwork, I've found my niche.

Pieces, patches of every hue.

Let me sew a quilt for you.

A story can be spun and told,

In colors, pastel or bold.

In another world, I dwell.

When needle and thread I do wield.

by Sonia R. Parham

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