It's Our Turn
To Look.
To Observe.
What might we learn?
Our privilege.
Our favor.
It's our turn.
A worn pathway leads to the crest of each mountain.
It broadens.
It narrows.
God shaped and ready.
Each inhabitant gazing upon the beauty within its reach.
Life harsh to our forefathers, glorious to our grandchildren.
Blessings surrounded by the thorns and thistles of an earthly life.
Andrea Bowling Perdue
"28 And we know that God causes everything to work together[a] for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. 29 For God knew his people in advance, and he chose them to become like his Son, so that his Son would be the firstborn[b] among many brothers and sisters. 30 And having chosen them, he called them to come to him. And having called them, he gave them right standing with himself. And having given them right standing, he gave them his glory." Romans 8: 28-31 NLT
~The poem above was written as a gift for my cousin Mark Bowling and all other bowling cousins, young and old! May GOD bless each generation!
7 comments:
And what a beautiful gift from your heart. Already penned by the Author of love and life. Blessings to you sister.
You are precious, 100% heart sis. I love you.
Beautiful words. Wonderful gift.
I love old photographs and the story they tell:)
aw so sweet..
AND yes old photos are so fun..oxop
You write beautifully! I stopping by friend. I miss you. I hope you are doing well!
Btw: I got a new domain name so it's changed.. visit me sometime! :)
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