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It doesn’t make sense to me. July 25, 2013

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It doesn’t make sense to me

By Joanna White

November 14, 2012

 

Waiting children need a family.

Why don’t the Christians see

These are the least of these.

Oh, it’s such a tragedy.

 

Lord, open eyes to see

Our own responsibility.

Give us an urgency.

This IS about eternity.

 

We have rooms that sit empty

Or house our extra T.V.

Oh the frivolity.

That’s where a child could be.

 

Jesus died upon a tree

Out of love for humanity.

Who will love to that degree?

Who will be His hands and feet?

 

Yes we can give them money

But it won’t give them identity.

They need their own family

Who will love them dearly.

 

What about you and me?

Will we remain in apathy

Caught in selfish hypocricy

Or will we love sacrificially?

 

Waiting children need a family.

Why don’t the Christians see

These are the least of these.

Oh, it’s such a tragedy…

 

It doesn’t make sense to me.

No, it doesn’t make sense to me.

 

Jesus died upon a tree

Out of love for humanity.

Who will love to that degree?

Who will be His hands and feet?

 

copyright Joanna R. White 2012

 

I am home – when God changes desires December 12, 2011

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I am in awe of how God brings things to be. How sometimes He gradually changes things in us and other times He just instantly changes us! I have more often experienced the gradual changes but in the last couple months God completely changed a focus of mine without me knowing it was coming!

I have for several years dreamt of living in the country! I live in a subdivision and the thought of even the possibility of living in a subdivision the rest of my life brought me to tears – literally. I loved our home but I wanted/craved/obsessed over land and animals and privacy for years! I wanted goats and chickens and an enormous garden. I spent a lot of time looking at land and country homes on-line. Well, God took that obsession from me here recently almost like the flipping of a light switch! It is obvious He wants me right where I am. I have thought that might be true before and had prayed He’d help me to be content right where I was if it was His plan. But, I guess I didn’t expect such a complete change without warning! LOL. It is a wonderful thing to be at peace where I am – not only in the city I am in but the very house I am in, on the subdivision lot I am in. Thank you Jesus for giving my heart the gift of peace and contentment. Thank you that I am where I want to be not because You moved me but because You changed me! Thank you that I am home!

 

February 5, 2011

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I dream of  a farm house…  an old farm house aged with grace ~ full of charm and character.     A house that speaks of simpler times.  A house that shows it has history and some wear yet strong, sturdy and sensible.  A house that a couple generations from now will be fondly looked back on as that special place where memories were made.

I dream of a red barn out in back of the farmhouse that speaks of purpose.  Not something left for nothing but loved.

I dream of acres of land… whether that be 5 or 20 doesn’t matter so much.  Land where I don’t see neighboring houses at every turn –  land that speaks of quietness and days gone by.   A place to cultivate and grow food on.  A place to raise some animals on.  A place for my children to experience the things of life that are becoming more obsolete.  A place to labor together, a place to cherish together, a place to love on oneanother.

I dream of the country.  I dream of a simple life.   That is why I say I am an oldfashioned girl at heart.

 

My Gaze is Fixed upon You June 15, 2008

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My Gaze is Fixed Upon You

Joanna White ~ June 15, 2008


I’m the creator of the world

Yet, my gaze is fixed upon you.

I spoke the darkness into light

But it was with my hands

I chose to form you.

 

So, my child, do not fear

The sinful world around you.

Despite the evil of fallen man,

My love always surrounds you.

 

Rest in the cradle of my arms.

Feel my hand upon your shoulder.

Quietly listen to my voice

Let me gently hold you

 

When the trials of this life

Start to paralyze you

Just cry out my name

And I will calm and guide you.

 

For, I’m the creator of the world

Yet, my gaze is fixed upon you.

I spoke the darkness into light

But it was with my hands

I chose to form you.

 

My child, do not grow faint.

Have no qualms about you.

For in the haven of my hands

You remain securely.

 

Rest in the cradle of my arms.

Feel my hand upon your shoulder.

Quietly listen to my voice

Let me gently hold you.

 

My child, look into my face.

You’ll see no fear in my eyes.

I will take you safely home.

I am where your hope lies.

 

For, I’m the creator of the world

Yet, my gaze is fixed upon you.

I spoke the darkness into light

But it was with my hands

I chose to form you.