
“I know God won’t give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish He didn’t trust me so much.”
Mother Theresa

“I know God won’t give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish He didn’t trust me so much.”
Mother Theresa

Dear
Lord,
Wish
My
Heart
Be
Calm
and
My
Prayers
for
Betty
Fulfilled.
Ease
her
Heart
and
Mind
as
YOU
Comfort
HER.
And thank you Dear Lord for this…

These
my
amigos
are
colors
of
your
hearts
in
this
place
poverty
holds
love
and smiles
hold
faith.
Grace by Shelly
Grace
present
present
grace
the
fine
present
the
good
word
the
great
gift
the
Holy
place
3
in
1

Reconcile by Shelly
Recon
cile
what
God
puts
be
fore
you
Level
the
scales
that
they
tip
in
HIS
direction
(forgiveness
the
great
tipper)
We begin this season, most of all, trying to acquire most of all. The least of us will celebrate this Christmas with the least of all. Here is a poem, inspired by the style of Robert Lax. May it fill your heart, empty your pockets to the poor. May it enrich your spirit. May it nourish your soul. May it bring light to the least. How Merry is your Christmas?
Least of All
by Shelly
Most
of
All
of
Most
of
Us
are
Least
of
All
giving
the
Least
of
Us.
While living in Patmos; I became acquainted with Robert Lax. At the time, Robert was well into his purpose of serving Jesus with simple poems of recognition and praise. Robert’s clear blue eyes, fixed on yours, could burn meaning into a simple word of response. He was brief at every opportunity. And every word given by his love for Jesus was elevated by its simplicity and worth. This Christmas; I remember Robert’s love for savior Jesus.

Love
HIS
born into
our night
Love
HIS
born
to be
our light.
Many
hands many
many
countries many
depict
the
entire
moment
our
salvation
is born.