Jakeswords: A moment with Jake

Jakeswords: A moment with Jake: Seventy years have quickly flown by, as quickly as a wink. There have been mountain top experiences and many deep valleys have been crosse...

A moment with Jake

Seventy years have quickly flown by, as quickly as a wink. There have been mountain top experiences and many deep valleys have been crossed, held up by the masters hands. I have been hurt many times, been in rehab centers and hospitals and the Lord has given me the strength  to keep on keeping on. He has been my rock, my refuge and my anchor in the many storms of life. Here is a Bible verse, a favorite of mine. “When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O LORD, held me up. In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.” Psalm 94:18-19 KJV

SOME DAYS ARE DIAMONDS John Denver

Jakeswords: Blessings of True Love

Jakeswords: Blessings of True Love: BLESSINGS  OF  TRUE  LOVE The year was 1963, When this sweet lady, Said I do with me; One flesh from two, What joy we had foun...

Blessings of True Love

BLESSINGS  OF  TRUE  LOVE

The year was 1963,

When this sweet lady,

Said I do with me;

One flesh from two,

What joy we had found,

Our feet felt two feet off the ground.

One year latter in 1964,

The family of two,

Added one more,

A sweet baby girl,

We named Natalie,

O, what a great blessing,

For Donna and me.

Two years passed,

Then Nancy was born,

The year was 1967,

Another blessing from Heaven.

In Sept.1970,

June came along,

And made our hearts sing a song,

Then in 1972, our son was born,

We named him, Winston two.

All these dear children,

Each different,

Each so sweet,

Were sent from Heaven,

To make a family,

Started by our love,

August 17, 1963.

Jakeswords: Good Poetry

Jakeswords: Good Poetry:                                                                                                                                       ...

Good Poetry

                                                       

                                                                             

OLD  POEMS

  I love looking through my mom's old book of poems and I am going to share this  one with you.

                                                     IF,  AS  I  LIVE   

                                            If, as I live, I could become

                                            Immune to beauty's call

                                            and never be affected

                                            By a lovely rose at all;

                                            If I could watch a sunset

                                            and not become inspired

                                            nor by a burning bush

                                           that autumn flame has fired,

                                           or a friend to play me false

                                          and never shed a tear,

                                          and to another friend in pain

                                          I'd turn a deafened ear;

                                          I'm sure, then, I'd suffer less

                                          If all of this were so;

                                           but, if it were, I'd just as well

                                          have died long years ago.

                                        -- Daisy Moore Bynum --                                                                       

Reflections

I remember how my mom loved the Back to the Bible broadcasts and my mother-in law loved to get the Daily Bread in large print. I listen to the reading of the Daily Bread daily and am blessed by it. Here is an old page from the past.

 A number of years ago I read an interesting article about cancer researcher Dr. Robert Good. He was described as a hard-driving individual with an enormous faculty for new ideas and the ability to make use of any information that came to him. I was most impressed, however, with a statement that credited him with a willingness to recognize an error in his theories and abandon them faster than anyone else in medical research. An associate said, “Dr. Good never gets married to his hypotheses, so he doesn’t go through the pangs of divorce when one is proven wrong.”

Proverbs 9 puts a high premium on such readiness to see one’s error and admit it. It describes a wise man as one who wants to learn from his mistakes. When challenged, he resists the urge to get his back up like a threatened tomcat. Instead, correction becomes a faithful friend and a necessary means to improvement (v.9). On the other hand, when a “scoffer” is rebuked, he responds with anger and hate (v.8). Because of his overinflated ego, he won’t listen when told he has erred.

We always need to follow the path of wisdom by giving heed to words of reproof. To be truly wise, we must remember that at times we too have played the fool!

If criticism comes your way,
Welcome its intent;
It may be that some truth from God
Through it is being sent. —DJD