STEPPING STONES

I was looking back on some of my meditations that I wrote years ago. I have always loved to have a pen and paper close by. Somehow I can get words out better through my writings than verbally. When I was a senior in high school we had to write a term paper at the end of the year. I wrote on William Tyndale who translated the Bible into English. I enjoyed going to SLU (South Eastern Louisiana University located in Hammond, La. ) It was only five miles from Ponchatoula, La., my hometown. The library there was quite extensive. Our English teacher told us we could check out SLU. So several of us seniors decided we would go. We went a couple evenings and got quite a lot of info. But the third night we were met by the librarian who ask us how old we were. I don't know how she knew the difference between a high school senior and a freshman in college. (I still wonder). We told her our English Teacher gave us permission to come. (She was a graduate of SLU.) Well, needless to say, that was our last trip to SLU. But I did get my term paper done and made an A on it. My teacher really encouraged me to look into a writing career. At our 50th Class Reunion this year - I went up to her and told her that I cherished those remarks she made.

Thats as close as I came to that career! But I have written quite a few poems and sayings over the years. As a young person we had a pastor that admonished the young people to read the Bible and write it out so you could see it. It would mean more to you. I have made that a practice over the years as things have come and gone. Sometimes in a Christian life things get boggling and out of priority. I find I can get pen and paper - write out those things that are bothering me. I usually come to the conclusion, when I see it on paper, that it isn't that important anyway.

This is a poem I wrote when it seem that we had been through some trying times. we don't always understand. But I penned these words almost 20 years ago.

STEPPING STONES

Stepping Stones, Lord, how can it be

In all these trials that come to me?

All the thorns that pierce my soul-

Do they really help me reach my goal?

That burden that seemed to hard to bear

The day when it appeared there was none to care

That night which looked so dark and long

When it seemed my spirit had lost it's song.

When sorrows came and I bowed with grief

My heart was crushed with no relief.

Stepping Stones, You say, how can it be?

But wait a minute, Lord, I think I see.

A stumbling block these things would be

If I did not have my trust in Thee.

And though I don't see all in depth

I'll take this stone and make another step.

Since I wrote this I have had to pick up many a stone to make another step, but My Lord was always there! Do you wonder why I love Him?