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A Cord of Three Strands

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By Cindy J. Evans

A cord of three strands we are with Him,
He has woven us in love.
With His connection and His power,
we have extra strength from above.

With His help, we are given
an extra measure of grace,
showered down on us for good,
keeping us in place.

All things are held together by Him.
I’m glad we’ve become one, yet three.
May we stand and forever be faithful,
And to God be all the glory!

The one may be overpowered to can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken Ecclesiastes 4:12 (NIV)

Thank you Cindy for allowing me to publish your beautiful poem.

Cindy Evans is a published poet living in the greater Atlanta area with her husband Mark. When she’s not writing, you may find her at a Christian movie, attending a church activity or volunteering at the local faith-based hospice office.

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Where is He?

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Happy Friday Eve! Today’s post is a poem that I am proud to share, written by my sister several years ago. It’s hard NOT to see God in anything. Either on the mountain top, in the valley or anywhere in between we can see God if we are open to Him.

In the sunrise,
In the dawn,
In the chill of a frosty morn,
Where is He?


In the sand,
In the sea,
In the waves that beat on me,
Where is He?


In a tiny, feathered wing,
In the choir where angels sing,
In the snow that’s falling fast,
In the towering evergreen,
In a blade of grass that’s barely seen,
Where is He?


In the mind,
In the eye,
In the heart,
He’s quite close by.
He was with Noah in the flood
And on the cross He shed His blood
Quiet, softly He’ll creep in
And wash away the stain of sin.

Gladly He’ll take full control,
If you will let Him in your soul,
So don’t delay.
The time is right.
Won’t you please let Jesus
Become your light?
He’s waiting for you to let Him in,
But you can’t hear Him knocking above the din.
In the quiet…
In the night..
Just let Him in,
The time is right.
He is here!!!!

With permission by Deb Schmeller,

©The Kedge Anchor 2022

Stress

Dirty Dishes

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Happy Friday! I used to get my undies in a bunch over messes, dirty dishes, and my home not ready for Better Homes and Gardens to come in a take amazing pictures of my home. But who lives like that? I have wasted too much energy on trying to have my home perfect and always looking like a magazine. What I learned, it’s ok that my house isn’t perfect, it’s ok that I have piles of books and papers on the kitchen counter. It’s ok I have baskets of dirty laundry and clean laundry. It’ ok the bed went unmade. And it’s really ok the sink has dirty dishes, it means we ate. Some folks don’t have that luxury. The fact that I have a mess and dirty dishes in the sink means I have been out living life, doing things, living the life God gave me. Those messes will get taken care of when someone has the time to clean them.

Ok so my house isn’t a pig sty. I do clean. But I stopped to evaluate what was most important, people or a messy home. My home may have a mess here and there, but it’s a clean mess. I try not to take for granted that I am healthy enough to make a mess and clean it. So I wrote a little poem to help remind me. Enjoy. (ok it’s a little off, but so is my house)

The Lord Blesses as We Messes

I am thankful for the dirty dishes

 in my sink,

for I am healthy enough to dirty them,

 eat and drink.

I am thankful for the dirty clothes in the basket, 

for I’m healthy enough to dirty them,

   and nothing but washing will mask it.

I am thankful for the messes that lie about, 

   un-made beds, a pile of clothes , papers strewn –  a thought without,

for I am healthy enough to make those messes.

Now I pray for the energy to clean,

 as the Lord continues to blesses. 

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