Made to Thrive (Sunday Song)

Did you know that God who created the whole Everything designed us humans for more than ordinary lives…that it was His good plan and purpose that we would thrive?  It’s true! 

We tend to get mired in the dailiness of a world which spins dizzily, surely out of our control…we’re trying to keep our heads above the waves, just catch a sustaining breath.  But God desires so much more for us:  “joy unspeakable, faith unsinkable, love unstoppable”, and a well rooted belief that “anything is possible”.

Jesus said, “I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.”  John 10:10, KJB

“For with God nothing shall be impossible.” Luke 1:37, KJB

I believe that if I have mere mustard-seed-size faith today, I will more than survive—I can thrive.  That’s what Jesus offers, and all I need do is receive.  How ’bout you?  Are you ready for something more…like the greatest adventure in life?  Jesus invites everyone…let’s ride together!

Here’s your Sunday Song:  “Thrive”, by Casting Crowns.  Enjoy it, and May God bless you Abundantly this week! Rhen

Love Like Ivy

Eugi's Weekly Challenge – Love – February 10, 2020

Image: Pexels

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Love, greatest gift given by Creator God…

It’s seeded in our hearts, and moves

Mysteriously, miraculously, magically

Invisibly via byways of arteries, marrow pure

Silver, neurons sometimes stirred mercurial…

From trust’s labored birth, love loops

Trailing through days, seasons, like ivy vines

Tender, hardy, resilient, fresh, timeless; and

Curling ’round, embraces others, circles rippling

As dew sustains each new budding leaf…

Love begins, passes, with courage to grow

Where there’s rich soil of soul’s generosity, grace.

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

Mutual Madness

Word prompts provided by:  http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Poet/kit/

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I wake to fevered lips

Ferocious embrace

He’s a broken angel…

If I linger here in

Cool marble opening

Those old red trees

Will fly out, go away

That’s what I tell him

Though he’s not fooled

Says my stories are

Trapped in vast belly

Of fish, blanched of

All color in winter

And begs me, “stay”…

Mutual madness

Holds sway

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