“Owe no man any thing, but to love one another” ( Romans 13:8 ). You don’t owe me anything Not guilt or condemnation No debt or feelings of regret Nor even explanation  God gives us everything we need He always has, She always will So there is nothing left but love No pain, no longing void to fill I feel complete and unafraid Uplifted by Love’s presence I rise and pray and laugh and sing ’Cause you don’t owe me anything  — Madora Kibbe.

“This is what we’re going to write today, Dear child, so listen very carefully, because I AM Will show you just the thoughts and syntax, Even the punctuation for pauses and movement.   “There may be lots of temptations to overwrite With embellishments too common to qualify for A place in our poem-day.

Lean on the sustaining infinite And blessings will be yours. Lean not on person, place, or thing Or economic laws; But lean upon all-blessing God Who will all needs supply And give to all abundant good That money cannot buy.

It’s an insurrection of infinite proportions! Hearts are breaking open—  Love is on the loose and shows no signs of stopping:   Speeding past the garden’s edge  Climbing over fences  Reaching beyond reach toward the light.          This is no time for sleeping! Get in on the outbreak— Be profuse and outrageous, radical and rowdy and overgrown with the joy of it all.

Fresh and crisp as sunlit snow The Christ lights and warms With fiery glow Soft and downy as baby bird The Christ comforts and cuddles With tender word  Bright and sparkling as ocean blue The Christ cheers and soothes With touch so cool  Sweet and ripe as harvest fruit The Christ feeds and fills With grace and truth  Quickly or slowly as I need The Christ plants and grows And gardens me — Kristin Bennett.

A simple image, softly drawn and colored. No stars, no manger scene, no busy city shopping, no kings or penguins or Santas, neither deer nor angels flying, nor carolers singing, no light-strung trees, no winter landscape in this or any other land.

Youthful memories fade behind you As you wait your wedding dawn. Waking gently from the daydream, Trustingly you journey on.

G od is good. O pens doors.

Let tomorrow be as Soul-filled as today, and let Love push out all fear. Let our hearts embrace each others’, for we are all reflections of God.

As I’m always thinking about God, knowing I am His child, I will be safe under His protection. I will call the Lord my safe place and I will trust in my God.