MY WAY OR GOD'S WAY ~ His way is best...

A while back my friend Martha in NC sent me an email with
words that really make you sit up and think.
No Jesus,
No Peace.
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Know Jesus
Know Peace.
the bottom was like a tag
all of which was lost in computer crash.

I want to see if I can find that again,
but also have the other
No Jesus
No Peace

put into it too..

We serve an awesome God and I know that sometimes
I must make a mess of things
when I get impatient or wanting it done right now!!!
How I just grieve the Lord and His Holy Spirit
with my impatience .

Lord God, please help me to not run ahead of You
when I want things NOW!
Help me not to be impatient
but to wait on your guidance..

It is like the poem that mother wrote to me
when I was about to start college in Georgetown KY
it is called

"God's Way"
You love to read God's Holy Word
You love to pay and sing
You love to hear the music roll
Hear other voices ring
With songs of praise and songs of faith
The message new and yet so old
You love to tell the Story of how Jesus
Died to save your soul.

Of course, I know you love Him
Your eyes have told me so
He paid the price to have your love
We must not tell Him "No,"
We must give Jesus His first place
In love and life and thought
And He some day will send to you
The love for which you sought.

Let us not be too hasty
Let's not run ahead of God
He knows your needs before you ask
He knows the path you trod
Just put your dear sweet hand in His
Then pray it through clear through
He'll lead you to your task dear heart
He has the way marked out for you.
Elizabeth Calkins Lyons
August 22, 1954
for Betty my daughter.

Thanks, Mom. I wish that you were still around for me to thank again.
Your poetry has been a blessing all around. I am thankful that you
had it published before God laid you to sleep.
I treasure them so much. It was a gift that you bestowed on me
~ the love of poetry. ~

Mama died on January 28, 1985,
and if she had lived until the next day
it would have been exactly 45 years
after Daddy was killed.
They were buried 45 years apart
but the weather wasn't the same
I was not able to be there for Mom's
but my one brother who lived here
was able to go, and it was below Zero
the day of the funeral.
I do not remember Daddy's funeral
only that it was nice weather and
a whole lot of family around.
Cousins to play with and lots of food on the table.

Strange how one remembers little things like that
as I was was only 4 then, you can read about a lot of it
in the one My Daddy which was my first post that I did.

"God has given me so much in my life
even the sorrows that I have lived with
in some ways have given me much
thought for thanksgiving and joy
in that He knows what is Best"

Love You, Jesus. . .

BealcA