The month our hearts turn to love. Either we celebrate
those we love or feel the loneliness of loss. But there is a love that is
available every month, every day, every moment. Jesus
offers us unconditional love that is always there to protect, comfort and help.
As He loves us, so we can reach out to love, not just
those who love us, but those who may not have anyone. That's the truest love of
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Recently, I talked about my life story with the topic life
is precious. Each life matters, each of us is precious in God's eyes. How can
we not, then, help preserve life and reach out to others with God's love?
I felt what I had to say was well received. I was also
gratified by the number of books I sold afterward. A big
thank you to my friend, and encourager, Gloria who not only saw that I got to
my talk, but also set up and worked my book table.
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We think of Valentine's Day as a day of love, but real love
isn't about flowers and candy. It isn't about an emotion called love. It is
about a priest long ago who defied the Roman government and died as a result.
He was a man of integrity who showed what real love was all about. (http://pages.ivillage.com/crscheidies/author/id1.html) Love is
putting the needs of others ahead of our own. It is caring simply because it's
the right thing to do. It is protecting those who cannot protect themselves.
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm:
for love is strong as death; ...Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the
floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love,
it would utterly be contemned (despised). Song of Solomon 8:6-7
Love is...Warm, cuddly.
Googly eyes Passionate sighs,
Love is all this.
Love is more...Holding tight
Even when all's not right,
When he's got the virulent fluor you.
How can you resist?
Love is Deeper--higher,
A cleansing fire,
Forgiving wrongs, Holding on,
Faithful to the end.
For true love is A reflection
Of Christ's resurrection,
Sacrifice at Calvary, Giving all for love--truly
Sets us free.
Lord, in a culture where vows mean little, help me to stand by mine not only physically, but also
mentally. Help me to screen my thoughts and actions that my love might stand
strong for you and for the one
Another month.Just had another birthday.
I can't believe so many years have gone by, a lifetime of hopes and dreams,
memories both good and bad. Most of all, I remain thankful for each new day.
I've made lots of mistakes, and more are coming up, I'm sure, but a new day
means a second chance to live in hope, to ask forgiveness, to extend
graciousness and make amends. What a privilege each day as I rise to be able to
say, "This is the day which the LORD hath made;
we will rejoice and be glad in it."Psa 118:24
instant, exasperation flashed across his handsome face reminding Ann sharply of
her nightmare. "Who are you?" Her voice wavered.
as Daryl's palm cupped her face: then relaxed at his feather light touch.
"Shh," he soothed. "You were merely
having a nightmare. It's just me, your...." Again
that ever so slight hesitation, "husband. Everything will be all
her apprehension, Daryl's gentleness calmed her, and her heart warmed toward
him. Silently, she scolded herself for her suspicions. Why would this man claim
to be her husband if he wasn't?
again. With the
bruising she noted on her arms and legs, she doubted her face was much better.
Absently, she fingered the bandage around her head. At least the elephant herd
no longer thundered through her head.
bad nightmare," she admitted. "You were not what you seemed."
Did something flicker in his eyes? A cold, hard knot formed in her stomach.
part of her mind sent up flags of caution, Ann couldn't deny the man touched
something deep inside her. If only. Her thoughts skittered here and there while
Daryl's low tone soothed, the words he murmured less important than his tone.
He cared; he really cared.
Ann struggled to keep her eyes open, struggled to stay awake. There were
questions she needed answered. Where did they live? Work?
Where did they come from and where were they headed? How did the accident
Ann had a
hazy impression of Daryl's rough command, another car hurtling at them from the
It was all she managed to get out, before she once more fell asleep.
was dark when she awoke. The heavy curtains had been drawn over the long, squat
windows. A pencil-thin beam of light drew a line on the polished floor from the
partially open door. Unable to sleep, Ann repositioned her pillow and tucked
the covers more firmly about herself.
didn't work, she turned over to shut out the light from the hallway, but it
hurt to lie on her side. Lying back, she sighed and closed her eyes in an
attempt to force sleep. It didn't work. She was counting sheep,
"Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight," when the minute squeak of the
door alerted her.
assumed it was a nurse on her nighttime rounds. Good, she'd ask for something
to help her sleep. To bad she hadn't thought to ask earlier? Opening her eyes,
she expected to see a nurse in the light of the small flashlight each carried
on their rounds at night. She almost blurted out her request before realizing
her visitor was not a nurse. It wasn't even a medic, at least none she'd ever
seen. Not unless they now wore dark turtlenecks, jeans and sneakers.
clutched her covers to her chest as the shadow sidled furtively around the
room, rifling through her meager belongings and the empty closet made available
for patients. A giggle tickled her throat. Her unwanted visitor knew more of
what she had than she did herself. Had Daryl rescued her suitcase?
sounded in the darkness as the shadow connected with a chair. The intruder
straightened. Waited, silent in the darkness. Ann
sensed he listened for her. Her breath caught in her throat as she forced air
in and out of her lungs, slowly, deliberately as though she slept.
an eternity before her visitor moved again. Systematically, he rummaged through
everything in the room. Within moments, he'd turn on her. Ever so slowly she
inched her hand toward the buzzer. Cradling it in her palm, she fingered the
controls. In the dark, she had a difficult time discerning between the red
button to call the nurses, the blue button to turn on the television set on an
angled platform near the ceiling, and the black button that controlled the bed.
she pushed. Suddenly the television flicked on, blaring into the darkness.
Drat. She hit the wrong button. Before she jammed another button, the night
visitor jerked around, dark eyes glittering in the flickering light of the
television, eyes that seemed strangely familiar. Sucking in a breath, Ann
pushed another button. This time the foot of the bed zoomed toward her. Another
push and the bed began to rise.
visitor lunged toward her. This time her finger touched the button lowering the
bed that trapped the intruder's hand between the frame and the mattress. His
curses sounded loud in the small room.
hysterical giggle infuriated him. Jerking himself free, he reached for her. For
an instant, she froze as the dark figure of her fragmented dream snapped
through her mind. It was him! The menace from her nightmare! A menace she knew
she seen before.
figure in a midnight blue car flared into her mind. As though
in slow motion, she watched it hurl toward them out of nowhere; watched in
horror as it deliberately veered toward them, forcing their car into the trees
that lined the narrow highway like sentinels. She heard the crunch as
the car crashed into the bumper of the smaller car and felt the jolt.
herself in a desperate struggle to keep her car on the road, she sensed the
tension in the man beside her. His fisted hands gave mute evidence to his wish
he, not she, was driving. Time and again, he peered into the twilight at the
car, all the while muttering under his breath.
too busy trying too keep on the road to listen, too scared to scream and too
busy for hysterics.
memory returned, Ann screamed. Startled, the man hesitated. Heavy footsteps
sounded in the hallway. Cursing, the intruder shoved by the figure in the
doorway and rushed down the hallway.
decidedly male voice, a familiar voice, called for him to halt. Daryl! She
heard scuffling. Heavy footsteps running, followed by other footsteps. A shot
rang out. A cry caught in Ann's throat. Please, not Daryl. Please don't let him
be hurt or, worse, killed.
screamed. She heard a string of curses that froze her blood. A security officer
demanded to know what was going on. Ann wondered something else.
Daryl doing at the hospital in the middle of the night?
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