The Gift of Life

 

Is it my birthday? Because the gift of life awaits me every morning. I awaken to the smell of flowers blossoming. The sound of blue birds chirping and roosters making loud calls of cock-a-doodle-do. The branches of eager trees make creaking noises. The wind blows through my window like sunshine dancing on water. Grasshoppers leap through lime green, freshly mowed grass. And though the outcome of my day remains unknown, I think Jesus has blessed me with hope once again. 


Love always, Esha 

Call of the Shepherd

Image by Catherine Stockinger from Pixabay

Open hearts await for your call 

Horns sounds at the mention of your name 

Sadness fades at the acknowledgment of your greatness 

Fears are buried with the troubles of yesterday 

Old news has been placed on the back porch 

Shrubbery can never replace the burning bush from which you spoke 

Silent minds lay ready and eager for thoughts capable of filling them 

Let the blazing sunshine of cool truth give answers to those who seek them 

Sheep graze in the pasture waiting for a shepherd to lead them 

Even when one has gone astray, He chases after it 

And rejoices when the lamb is found 

Ready and willing to provide nourishment and encouragement to the lost

So we await the voice of the loving redeemer

We pray for blessings curious eyes have yet to see 

A brighter tomorrow gilded by the triumphant sound of victory 

We will always hearken to the call of Jesus Christ

Love always, Esha

Cobblestone

 

Listen to Hope Speaks Episode 8

Photo by Daria Shevtsova 

Be the odd ball. The one who rarely gets everything right but dances to the beat of their own drum. Stand apart from the crowd. Yell, smile and walk to the sound of your heart beat. Surely, you have the rhythm of life marching with you against the tapping heel of aged cobblestone.

Love always, Esha

Unseen Love

It matters not what direction the wind blows. I feel it still. I don't need to see it. It knocks me off stable soles. It brings a quake to uneasy knees. It is the sound of humming birds soaring against a lively breeze. I don't need to see it to believe. Love is the same as faith. It remains unseen.

Love always, Esha <3