QUICKENED: I keep seeing cut strings the last
couple days. I chose a BD card about sending a BD
balloon. Inside the card was only the string, because it
CONFIRMATION: Then my post came out about Wayne
cutting the string to the balloon and the balloon still
followed me around.
CONFIRMATION: Anna gave me some dental floss
at the PO today I saw a piece of cut string
on the ground.
I felt the Lord was strongly confirming the following
poem that He gave me a couple weeks ago:
POEM: STRINGS 10/13/05
I see a balloon high in the sky
Having traveled miles gone by.
I once held on and grasped it tight
Against tug and pull to take flight.
The wrestling of strings are now released.
In surrender there is always peace.
Remember well to give back to God.
And all of heaven will applaud.
It hurts a mother to cut her strings.
But such delight when she sees their wings.
Flying on prayers so lovingly given,
They'll find their way for which they've striven.
Now they soar and fly in the wind.
Where they go, we see no end.
Roots and wings we give our kids.
To seek God's best, not what's forbid.
Always take time to say a prayer.
The wind will carry your heart that's there.
A mother's prayers will never cease.
On through history past deceased.
1 Sam 1:22-8 NKJV
But Hannah did not go up, for she said to her
husband, "Not until the child is weaned; then I will
take him, that he may appear before the LORD and remain
there forever." So Elkanah her husband said to her, "Do
what seems best to you; wait until you have weaned him.
Only let the LORD establish His word." Then the woman
stayed and nursed her son until she had weaned him. Now
when she had weaned him, she took him up with her, with
three bulls, one ephah of flour, and a skin of wine, and
brought him to the house of the LORD in Shiloh. And the
child was young. Then they slaughtered a bull, and
brought the child to Eli. And she said, "O my lord! As
your soul lives, my lord, I am the woman who stood by
you here, praying to the LORD. For this child I prayed,
and the LORD has granted me my petition which I asked of
Him. Therefore I also have lent him to the LORD; as long
as he lives he shall be lent to the LORD." So they
worshiped the LORD there.
LET GO AND LET GOD
As children bring their broken toys,
with tears for us to mend.
I brought my broken dreams to God,
because He was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help,
with ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How can You be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
"You never did let go."