Monday, October 22, 2012

Hidden Angels

     Every now and then someone says something that makes me think of a poem or something I  have
written. Today my friend posted in facebook about meeting angels wearing the disguise of ordinary people. Right away it brought back one of my first poems I wrote. It is nice to walk down memory lane.....
Hidden Angels

I got down on my tired knees
and cried out, "I need and angel please!"
I've lost mine in this crazy world.
It's mixed up in my life that's swirled.
It seems as though I left it behind,
tucked away hidden in this world of mine.
I got in my car and began to drive.
Often wondering why I was even alive.
I couldn't see the value of the day
and wished and hoped it would all go away.
There stood a woman aside of the road.
Exhausted, confused and seeming quite old.
Her car was still, Her tire was flat.
I didn't want to see any of that.
I was in my own thoughts but stopped anyway.
What was there to lose, helping her today?
Just one more obsticle for someone to bare.
She needed someone to show that they care.
I spared my last smile I had within.
Tears filled her eyes. She thanked me and grinned.
As we stood there I wondered ...if she needed more...
the angel that I had been searching for.
And as I walked grudgingly away,
I thought I heard her whisper to say
"Thank you Lord, for sending that angel my way."
Stopped in my tracks of where I was going
I knew in my heart that God was showing:
Angels do come in many unknown sizes,
Dressed up and hidden behind our own disguises !
Written by Mary Edwards


Tuesday, October 16, 2012


     I hestitated going into writing class last night. My reason was that I once again was going empty handed.  I can not seem to connect my pen to my empty paper. So much clutters this head of mine and for some very good reasons, or excuses, I can not put my thoughts into words. I began thinking about that. Sin separates us from God. I can pray and pray but unless I have a clear path through confession and forgiveness, the circuit becomes unable to be completed and somehow "my call gets lost".
     I feel the same way about writing. If I can't get a good connection, because of a mind full of burdens, my signal is lost and I hear nothing but static. Then the brain goes blank and results in an empty page. If I have too much interference, I can not hear what God wants me to put down on my paper. Sharing hurts and troubles, problem and trials with other praying Christians allowed me to release enough pressure that I felt so that I could begin work for Him  again. I was reminded of God's love through encouragement and heard once again that God had been with me all the time through difficulties. He never left me during those trying painful times, but held onto me. He held my hand while He rocked me in His arms. The Lord cries each tear that I cry. He longs to comfort all of us.
      Last night, because of a prayer request, I was released from pain. A hurting heart was held carefully in prayer and hugs refreshened my spirit. I knew I was free to write again. My signal became stronger. I connected, first with other Christian writers through much respectful prayer, to our Heavenly Father and then with my pen and paper. The broken signal was found. I look forward to writing again.

Do you find your mind too cluttered? Has life's many challenges kept you from doing something for Him? Release to God whatever it is that keeps you from doing what He has called you to do. He waits for you to come to Him. He wants you to pick up His "pen" again. Place it in His hands.
Hebrews 4:15-16
For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.