THE LORD'S BASEBALL GAME

Freddy and the Lord stood by to observe a baseball game. The Lord's team was playing Satan's team.
The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the 9th inning with two outs. They continued to watch as a batter stepped up to the plate named 'Love.'
Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because "Love never fails."

The next batter was named 'Faith', who also got a single because Faith works with Love.
The next batter up was named 'Godly Wisdom'. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch.

Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass: Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked because he never swings at what Satan throws.

The bases were now loaded. The Lord then turned to Freddy and told him He was nowgoing to bring in His star player. Up to the plate stepped 'Grace'. Freddy said, "He sure doesn't look like much!"
Satan's whole team relaxed when they saw Grace. Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch. To the shock of everyone, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen! But Satan was not worried; his center fielder let very few get by.

He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him crashing on the ground; the roaring crowds went wild as the ball continued over the fence . . .. for a home run!
The Lord's team won!

The Lord then asked Freddy if he knew why Love, Faith and Godly Wisdom could get on base but couldn't win the game. Freddy answered that he didn't know why.
The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom had won the game, you would think you had done it by yourself. Love, Faith and Wisdom will get you on base but only My Grace can get you Home:

Moral of this Blog:
'For by Grace are you saved, it is a gift of God; not of works, lest any man should boast." Ephesians 2:8-9
Psalm 84:11, "For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those who walk uprightly."

I do Love God. He is my source of existence and Savior. He keeps me functioning each and everyday. Without Him, I am nothing, but with him:

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phil 4:13

Death Is Not The End

Everyday brings new life
And ends another one
One time just beginning
Another time is done

We etch our memories
Into a written past
Where they can linger
Where they will last

Others remember us
By everything we do
And they hold to this
When our time is through

They reminisce upon us
Keeping our memory alive
In this we still exist,
In this, we still thrive

Death is not the end
But, yet, a new beginning
A time to start anew
A time to begin living

Heaven waits for us
Bringing hope to life
There, it will be perfect
Free from any strife

No pain or worry stay
Or abide in any hearts
This is where we begin
Where real living starts.

Goodbye may seem so sad
Yet, the word is so brief
For we'll be one again
In a place without grief.

Look for me that day
In that meeting in the sky
Where we will be together
In the sweet, sweet by and by.

If Only...

If only life happened in ways that made sense,

if only distance didn't separate loved ones,

if only feelings never got hurt,

if only love was simple,

if only we didn't see our parents within ourselves,

if only everyone communicated,

if only I knew what I was doing with myself 90% of the time ...

I wouldn't know ... Struggle makes me stronger

Drifting

I sometimes find I'm drifting

Through this life without effect;

I often wonder if I'm truly

Worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,

To try to understand,

The many trials that I have known,

The life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,

So confident and strong;

Yet when I am alone, I question

Just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find,

To analyze and guess,

To scrutinize, investigate

My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper,

there must be

Some meaning to this life,

Some way to make a difference,

Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?

Some agenda to be found?

A greater purpose waiting

If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,

Always slightly out of sight;

A hazy vision out of reach,

Where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity

To what awaits me there,

And yet this weak illusion

Always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try,

To focus through the haze,

Just serves to add more questions,

Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,

To understand it all,

For can we ever truly know

Just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed,

Just adds upon the next,

But in the end, will I find truth ...

Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder

Than it has to be sometimes,

But will my searching bring to me

My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,

And confused as I feel now,

While questions bring no solitude,

To this, my wrinkled brow.