Friends Before Family

This is a must-read!!! Please leave your comments on her original blog post, thank you.


This season I have had disturbing conversations about friendship.

My heart breaks over and over hearing people talking about the pain of relationships in the time of hardships. I have been blessed to have long lasting relationships that are judgement free but deeply accountable and I have been judged and denounced by those I thought were friends. True friendship is intense and often hard to maintain because it needs extreme vulnerability that keep it alive. The hidden truth is that you cannot have many of these deep relationships. You cannot be naked and unashamed with many people.

Friendship is the foundation of all relationships even in the family. Just because we are born of the same father and mother and raised in the same home does not mean we are automatically friends; friendship must be cultivated. Many of us are closer to our friends when things are good and when…

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Life’s Curve Balls

It is likely I will be leaving the “blog life” soon, due to technical and personal issues.  I appreciate those of you who’ve been loyal readers—thank you very much.  Stay safe, well, happy (blessed). Rhen 

Life tosses curve balls

“Benched” may be best position

Keep eye on fast pitch


A ha’sonnet:

Soul cannot ken

Mind within heart

Give answer then

Deep questions, part

Prone to bumble

Faith, keep humble

Follow Lamp’s glow

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.


To all my lovely peeps here…looks like my hiatus will extend a couple weeks more.  So, behave yourselves while I’m away—you know I have eyes in the back of my head!😉

And remember that I keep each one of you in my daily/nightly prayers—much loveRhen

Sunday Songs ~ Revolutionary and Miracles

Welcome to Sunday Songs!  I’ve brought a couple good ones!!  The first is so timely, as it deals with the currently escalated “social unrest” in the US (protests regarding racism and prejudice).  Josh Wilson has done a fine job with his song, “Revolutionary”.  Call me crazy, but it gave me hope.

“How do miracles just happen like that?” is Colton Dixon’s question in his song, “Miracles”.  It’s a great question, and I know my answer to it…I’ll let you ponder and come up with your own response.

I hope you enjoy the music.  I pray the Lord God will make Himself so obvious to you that you can’t ignore Him.  He often does it through unexpected blessings—whether provision, protection, a rescue, deliverance. 

I try to not be a pushy preacher…just want to remind you about God’s abundant grace (free gift), His great mercy and everlasting love.  Why not, “Taste and see that the LORD is good. Oh, the joys of those who take refuge in him!” (Psalm 34:8)

Have a wonderful week ahead, filled with renewed strength and joy, hope and peace.  We have each other, we can make it through this unstable season…God is on the job 24/7Rhen

“The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear Him, and he delivers them. Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! Fear the LORD, you His saints, for those who fear Him lack nothing”. Psalm 34:7-9, Berean Study Bible


The Prayer that keeps me and my family safe

Sophia has written a marvelous post which includes a lovely prayer. I hope you will visit her blog–she’s an excellent writer and a beautiful woman of God. Thanks Sophia! (NOTE: Please leave your comments on her original post/blog–thank you!)


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Today, I will be sharing a powerful, personal prayer with you.

This is one of the prayers that I have been praying for protection ever since the pandemic began which caused fear, anxiety, and loss.

This prayer is Bible based and has a strong foundational truth. It has worked for me and kept my family safe all through this season of uncertainty and panic. I am thankful and give all glory to God.

First, I would like to explain where this prayer originated from.

Exodus chapter 12 describes God’s plan to release the people of Israel, working as slaves for Pharaoh and oppressed by their bosses, the Egyptian taskmasters.

Ironically, these slaves are God’s chosen people, destined for a great future.

These were a people, who were supposed to carry the command of God ‘Be fruitful and multiply, subdue nations, take dominion over everything on…

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Sunrise Glory-Dressed

Glory-dressed sunrise

Exalts Creator…warm hues

Woven of hushed-awe

Threaded through dawn’s rose-gold silk

Altar set, let Earth praise God

“His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise. Rays of light flash from his hands, where his awesome power is hidden.” Habakkuk 3:4, New Living Translation

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Small and Simple Thing

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It was all she had ever wanted

A small and simple thing

For her, no vast palatial place

Nor walloping diamond ring

Only this, pure lasting love of her

Tall-walking, plain-talking man

They’d lie ‘neath sharp stars

On hot sapphire-skied nights

Summers endless, cooling slow

Telling their dreams boldly-bright

Stories children might imagine

Spun in cotton candy fashion

They didn’t travel greater world

Sufficient was the one they owned

Costing handful of coins to spend

Long days at beach, breezy-swirled


They were adolescents

When he carved initials ‘mid tree’s bark

Joy swam in her eyes, evidence

His forever flame’s spark

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

100 Word Wednesday: 159

The Suitcase

‘Mid inky midnight

I open suitcase, the

One with initials

Though I don’t know

Whose they are…

Heavy lock had once

Been unbreakable, but

Efficacy of determined

Perseverance must

Ne’er be discounted…

Inside bruised leather

Is everything I’ll need

To live out my days

As though someone

Gracious spirit, perhaps

Had ascertained what I’d

Require to remain content

Utterly independent:

There’s money, savings

Bequeathed by stranger

To provide for modest life…

One long, meander-shaped

Stone, representing my

Intrepid soul…

A piece of palest blue

(Moon at dusk)

Sea glass, symbolizing

Inmost discerning sight

And sandcastle, size

Of my hand, swathed in

Cheesecloth to protect

Keep intact…once, it housed

Tiny scurry-crabs, hermits

Now it’s my home, heart’s

Ever-here home, small yet

Spacious, it will embrace

Horn of plenty’s blessings

Suitcase-full—plus prayers

Penned in poetry, windswept

Notions, melodic dreams—

But cold-boned skeletons 

Of memories, I’ll bury at sea

They’ll never visit again…

Gulls wing near, silvered in sun

Their welcome cries greet; and

There! Sirens surface, merely to

Glimpse lone female mortal, before

Diving back to depths, their world…

Tides bring psalms, drifted from

Heaven, to become embroidery

On wavelets laced, ribbon-tied

Banners fly o’er bijou castle

I unpack simple possessions

Draw calm breaths…grateful

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.