| THE VISIT...pg 1 This is another one of those that He sent down that literally wouldn't leave me alone until I sat down with a pen. Had no idea what it was or who was "visiting" who until the words just started to flow...I love it when that happens!! Hope you enjoy it too...I fell in love immediately with Daisy and her story!! |
Miss Daisy finished up her morning prayers Drank the last sip of her tea, Then crossed herself as she bowed her head Thinking, “Lord? I still do not see…. I have questions without any answers And most of them start out with WHY??? Why is there so much evil on earth? Why do so many good people die?” For all of her life she had trusted the Lord He’d answered so many of her prayers She'd never entertained a doubt He was real Because He’d so often proven He cared! Yes, Jesus was certainly her Savior She’d accepted Him long, long ago Still, sometimes she had no patience There was still much that she longed to know! Especially when some new believer Came to visit with questions in mind It irked her beyond any shadow of doubt Having to say, “We must wait for God’s time!!” Sighing, she set about completing her chores But still she could not shake the thought That God should make it all easier somehow To find all the answers she sought! She folded up sheets as she daydreamed “I know You’re quite busy, Father… But I’d give anything for one chance to ask About these things that have me so bothered!!” She was just halfway through her trek up the stairs When she heard the front doorbell sound She plunked all the towels on the next step above And turned to head once more back down… Again she could hear the small, tinkling bell “I’m coming!” she loudly called out Whoever is out there she said to herself ”Is eager beyond any doubt!!” Stepping out the front door onto her porch She looked all about in confusion For she could not see a soul anywhere Or any cause for the noisy intrusion!! The wide front porch was shaded and cool The wicker rockers down at one end With their soft, well-worn cushions invited a break So she thought for a bit and said then: “I might as well pour me a glass of iced tea And rock for awhile in the shade!” There was nothing pressing she had to do Her schedule was always self- made Continued >>> |
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