Chosen Vessels

As you may have already known, my friend Jesseca over at  Whimsical Writings for His Glory  is doing a linkup this weekend in honor of Memorial Day and those who have gave their lives for our country. I knew I wanted to take part as soon as I heard about, but I didn't think far enough ahead at the time.  Unfortunately, all such thoughts got pushed aside while my focus was on other things, and I didn't remember until I saw Jesseca's post.   Hmm...   I thought.   I'll have to do some searching to find someone . Although it wouldn't have been too difficult to find someone eligible, I wanted it to be more personal.  Thursday night while helping with supper, I was telling Mom about the linkup and mentioned that I needed to 'find someone to research'. "Well, you do know that your great-grandfather's brother was killed in WWII, right?"  As you may have already guessed my reply was a bit dramatic. "What?! How did I not know

Happy Wednesday, readers! Pardon the absence of a post last weekend... I was gone on a youth trip and forgot to schedule something ahead of time. ;)  I have another poem today. Do you enjoy seeing poems on Chosen Vessels? Should I continue sporadically with them or stop throwing these cringe-worthy writings y'all's way?   sitting on the porch  rain pouring down  it patters on the roofs ringing against the metal making pelts on the road  soaking the grass the dampness encompasses me  as the storm grows  stronger  louder  increasing in fury but I don't fear it  there's a special peace in the rain  with rain droplets on leaves  and trickles in gutters it enters a dirty world  but leaves it different  clean refreshed  renewed revived   the same effect Christ has  when He enters our hearts  our dirty hearts  sin-sick lives  made clean  whole  perfected  in His love and grace  ~*~ 

Well, I'm a bit late to jump on board with all the other bloggers posting beautiful poems and such honoring the mothers, grandmothers, and mother figures in their lives.  Why, you ask? Honestly, I don't know. Other than that I don't feel like I can write a poem that would fulfill everything I would want it to say. So I'm going to go with a simple list of attributes I see in the lovely lady who has raised me.  My Momma...  ...she's truly a godly lady who loves the Lord  ...she's a leader among the ladies at church  ...she's patient, loving, and kind  ...she's my favorite teacher  ...she's my mentor  ...she's my friend  ...she's my example to follow  Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.  ~ Proverbs 31:30 KJV Love you, Mom!! <3  ~Faith 

It's the little things that make the difference. They make me happy, make me smile, make me feel all whimsical inside. Things like...  ~  children's smiles  ~ blowing dandelions ~ chatting and being goofy with a friend  ~ colored pens  ~ dancing in the grocery store until I realize someone is watching me (it was this older lady and she just grinned and kept going ;D)  ~ wildflowers  ~ hyper puppy dogs  ~ perfectly-creamed coffee  ~ new books ~ those times when people look at you and make eye contact and smile. And it just convinces you that there is still goodness in this world.   So what's my point in all this? It's quite simple, really.  A recent prayer of mine is for God to used me to bring people to Him. For His light to shine from me. And after overlooking what was right in front of me for quite awhile...I came to a conclusion.  We don't have to do anything drastic to touch people's lives.  An