His name was Tito. Well, to be honest I don’t think that was his name but that’s what people called him. According to my son, he was well liked by everyone. According to Tito he would never fit in to society.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
I missed the Women of Faith conference in San Antonio this year, but they had an “Unwrap the Bible” conference in Houston this weekend that was absolutely amazing. Kari Jobe is now part of the team and this is one of the songs she sang. I wish I had the recording from the conference. She left us at a loss for words.
“The Chess Queens” by Muriel Streeter
Don’t blame the sinner
The one dressed in black
They both play the game
Sliding forward and back
Don’t praise the angel
The one dressed in white
Just like the sinner
She’ll capture your knight
The queen is your lady
With the most power of all
She’ll protect all you have
Or she’ll just let you fall
Your rook and your bishop
They can both dance around
While the squares are the same
This is not common ground
Do you worship the Devil
and deliver his sin?
Or do you trust in our God
who has cleansed us within?
You are the pawn
And this life is a game
For both black and white
The end is the same
The King will decide
But don’t sit and wait
You can be in check
Or you can checkmate
This was written for the Speakeasy #149
Beginning with “Don’t Blame the Sinner”
And referencing the picture “The Chess Queens” by Muriel Streeter
the world and its characters are always confused
without tangible things our egos are bruised
performing for others a sinister lie
lying in bed we then ask ourselves why money is evil and one day we’ll learn
we don’t need it all and we won’t crash and burn
we know the difference between right and wrong
we don’t have to be criminals just to belong
no one could ever know what happened here
when there were no rules no remorse and no fear
life could be simple with no inner wars
if we cherished the sun and the moon and the stars
take a deep breath and be thankful today
that you have the choice to go your own way
you don’t have to impress me or another
just live for our God my sister and brother
Written in response to the Speakeasy #148
Using the words “No one could ever know what happened here”
and the video prompt One Republic – Counting Stars
Altough I lost respect for Sherman and all of his accomplishments after his recent rant, I was not happy at all to see him get hurt.
Even though Manning played his worst game ever, I still respect and admire him.
The game was a sleeper. I broke even in the football squares. The commercials were not comical. Halftime was a waste of time.
But I did walk away with the knowledge of this:
Proof once again that there is a God!
I’m surrounded by death.
A boy only twenty one
He fought a long battle
But cancer won the war
A mother of three
Ovarian cancer of all things
In hospice right now
An only son
Married his love one week
Buried his mother the next
A man in his mid forties
Never sick, throws up blood
And is told he has six weeks
I’m surrounded by death
Cancer eats at my soul
Just as it consumed their bodies