ann kiemel

the close

of another

Sabbath.

the glorious reality

of a wide-spanned sky, 

and  

september warmth

that peals forth the reminder that

from the first week of human 

creation, God set aside a sacred

day to celebrate, forever, that

He lives and reigns and changes

everything.  

"isn't He wonderful? wonderful...

wonderful...isn't Jesus, our Lord,

wonderful?!  eyes have seen.

ears have heard. it's recorded

in God's Word...isn't Jesus, our

Lord, wonderful?!"  (old chorus)

i stick pictures of my children

in so you have visuals of them. and

can help me pray for them.  i

wish you could know brock.  you

would treasure him. has two,

full-time jobs...and can play a

mean bass.  i know he's into

punk music.  has a nose piercing,

wears pale eyeliner...and loves

tattoos, like his girlfriend.  i

really pray over these things,

but God keeps reminding me

of his beautiful heart.

and time.

that sometimes,

it takes a lot of years for

all of us to grow.  especially for

me to truly care about the things

that REALLY matter to God...in

my children.  not where brock

is...but where God is taking him.

weeks are just flying by.

too fast.  i'm getting older

with every breath.  today, i

wept...and talked to Jesus

about the yearning i've always

had to be more like Him.

more like Him....

tomorrow...than i was today.

for people to feel so much more

significant after we've passed

each other in the grocery store.....

than before.

that demands that i think a lot

less about me, and much more

about others.  i think it sounds

much simpler than it really is.

well,

brave warriors.

we are running against

the wind.  there are times

i just want to quit.  but....

give up? 

NEVER. EVER.

you and Jesus and i and love.

one moment at a time.

this is our goal. our song.  

the hard, cold music of

victory at any cost. the battle

cry for God's love in a very

broken world.  push on.

push on.

brock and kristi