Linda Roorda

Oooohhh, I remember those long-ago days so very well... after we finally got a TV, of course, when I was about age 12! Those cartoons and Westerns, choosing Hogan's Heroes instead of McHale's Navy simply because our dad had been in the Army, having walked our NY farm fields and country roads before moving to a NJ city, walking and biking all over the city, yes, without helmets or supervision!! But no newspaper at our home... Thanks for the great descriptive trip down Memory Lane, Sean!!

We’ve all heard the old adage that there are two sides to every story, and a classic trial brings that point out vividly. I’ve served on three juries in the past – one guilty, one given a lesser settlement than desired, and one not guilty. It’s an honor to be selected to sit with peers to carefully review and ponder the facts of the case as presented by the respective attorneys, and to be responsible for the right verdict. Certainly, some have abused the trial-by-jury system and condemned truly innocent folks; but, more often than not, it has been and still is an equitable and fair justice system. The legal teams for the defendant and the plaintiff each present salient points to be considered, arguing their case convincingly with evidence and witnesses. Once the case has been handed over to the jury, it’s up to these 12 peers to discuss evidence presented and determine guilt or innocence. Typically, at each trial, we jurors took our first poll at the beginning of deliberations. It was evident that we could often tell early on where the truth lay. We also brought along our own life experiences and knowledge which helped weigh the evidence from both sides as we listened to each juror’s assessment. But sometimes it seems that a trial with its accusations is like that voice in my head reminding me of how guilty I am. It’s Satan pointing out all of my sins… one after another, stacked high, like a mountain tall. The right way to live is spelled out in the Ten Commandments, in Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, and scattered all throughout God’s Holy Word. But I’m also well aware that we cannot keep God’s commands and expectations to live a pure and holy life… because we can be easily swayed in the wrong direction when overwhelmed by life’s challenges or our thoughts are not resting secure in God’s Word. And I have a serious debt which I can never repay. So, what am I to do? Go to the Lord, confess my sins and failures, and accept God’s love and forgiveness, for nothing I could ever do will wash away my guilt. My favorite verse since childhood has been – “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16 KJV) Jesus took the punishment I deserved on that fateful day we call Good Friday. He was put on trial, a one-sided sham of justice. He was whipped, mocked, and nailed to a cross… not because of anything He had done for He was sinless, faultless, perfect… fully human, yet fully God. He did that for me… and for you. He willingly took our place, giving His life to purchase our right to join Him in heaven forever. His grace and mercy bring me to tears. Someday I will stand before Almighty God, my judge, to give an account of my life. I will have nothing to say in my defense… except that I put faith in my advocate, Jesus, who will be standing at my side, declaring me guiltless because He already paid for my sins… with His own life… my advocate, my Lord and Savior. My Advocate Linda A. Roorda With accusations I’m now confronted No plea have I but guilty as charged I hang my head to litany stark And with quiet shame my accuser I face. ~ It once had seemed the world was my own I learned the games to lie and to cheat I did not care if others were hurt As long as my will and goals were achieved. ~ But in the spiral of downward tumble I lost the vision I’d once beheld A purer focus, others before self Humble respect in tangled webs lost. ~ And one by one as charges were read I clearly recalled the past with deep pain Words now regretted, carelessly spoken How could I ever repair what I had done? ~ In my despair while under scrutiny My only hope was to beg for mercy That perhaps some deed along the way Would balance the book, the ledger of sin. ~ But, alas, I heard the judge declare Guilty as charged; no mercy be shown. Like rock upon rock my sins were stacked high As I stared upon that mountain of debt. ~ Just then the doors were flung open wide And striding forth came a man in pure white Boldly he exclaimed, “This debt has been paid!” “I hung on the cross, and took all the shame.” ~ Slowly I sank to my knees in awe. Who was this man who gave all for me? How could he give his life for my debt? For I can’t repay such a merciful gift. ~ Reaching out gently he pulled me up tall And showed me his scars and nail-pierced hands He held out his arms in welcome embrace As he dried my tears and declared me free. ~ I love you my child… I did this for you. I carried your shame upon my beaten back. I purchased your soul with life-giving blood That you might have life with mercy and grace. ~ Now all I ask is by faith you walk, Bringing to the world compassion and peace. Carry my light to the corners dark, Open your heart to love and forgive. ~~ Linda Roorda writes from her home in Spencer.

There is One who walked this earth long ago, who shared this life, and who felt the same emotions we do… the One who walks this road beside us still. One who understands our fears and anxieties, telling us to come and bring all our cares to Him, to rest in His peace. I suspect we tend to think of our Lord’s journey on this earth as one which was just as perfect as He was. We have the ability to look backward with Scripture in hand and see that Jesus’ three years of ministry were anything but a life of ease. Though we realize He was fully God, He was also fully human… and maybe we tend to forget that just a little from time to time. I know I do. At the beginning of his ministry, he graciously changed simple water into the best wine for a wedding feast at Cana which He attended with his mother. (see John 2:1-11) But, He also had an intense righteous anger at the money changers in the temple. (see Matthew 21:12-17) Jesus got hungry, yet He taught that man should not live by bread alone. With these very words, he resisted Satan’s temptation in the wilderness. Fasting for 40 days, Jesus was tempted by Satan to throw himself down from the highest point of the temple and let the angels catch him. Satan then offered to give him all the kingdoms of the world if he bowed down and worshiped him. Instead, Jesus trusted in His heavenly Father, and commanded Satan to get away from him, “For it is written: ‘worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’” Jesus was being prepared for the demands of His ministry ahead by facing His own human temptations. (see Matthew 4:1-11) Jesus ate with people considered sinners and unworthy by the pious wealthy and religious men of society. He taught small intimate groups and large boisterous crowds. He felt sorry for them in their hunger, and fed them with just five little fish and two loaves of bread… recovering 12 big baskets of leftover crumbs! We can hardly fathom the excitement that must have run through the great crowd of thousands. Did you see that? How can that be? That’s beyond amazing! That’s a miracle! Jesus was the embodiment of love and compassion. He had compassion on those who were ill, and healed them when they came to Him in their faith. He forgave their sins, just as He heard their whispers asking who this man was… for no one but God could do that! I marvel at the awe and respect they felt toward Jesus. They didn’t have Scripture in hand to tell these stories like we do. They witnessed it! He had compassion on a group of ten lepers and healed them. Afterward, only one man returned to thank Jesus for healing him. I’ve always thought the other nine were so ungrateful to accept their healing without one word of thanks. It’s as though they took their healing for granted… like we often do with our own blessings. And I have to ask, where is my heart in response for all God’s done for me? Yet, Jesus was so like us in many ways. He got tired after a long day. He needed to get away from the noisy bustling crowds. He would slip off to a quiet place, away from the pressing urgency of people all around Him as they clamored for more teaching, more miracles. Jesus needed to rest and have quiet time alone with His heavenly Father… just like we do. He needed time to pray, time to meditate, and time for simple rest to refresh His soul. That’s why I enjoy time in my sitting gardens… time to think and pray, to give thanks, and to rest in the beauty of God’s awesome creation around me. Jesus also showed compassion and forgiveness to a woman caught in adultery, an offense punishable by stoning to death. When the men brought her to Him with their accusations, he stooped down to write in the sand. Standing up, He told them that whoever was without sin to cast the first stone. One by one, each of her accusers silently walked away. I’ve always wondered what it was He had written in the sand that confronted each of them… Perhaps, Jesus began writing down their sins, for not one of them, or us, is sin free. Jesus knew the adoration of the crowds. He had awed them with many miracles of healing, but told some not to share their good news with anyone. In every fiber of His being was humility. He did not go about looking for the praise of the people. Yet, how often don’t we hope for praise for something we’ve done. On Palm Sunday, He rode into Jerusalem on the colt of a donkey as the crowd spread their cloaks on the road ahead of him, waving palm branches and praising Him for all He had done. This was the one time He allowed such adulation saying the rocks and stones would cry out if the people didn’t! Yet, Jesus also knew rejection and scorn, mocking and ridicule. His own disciples argued about who should be seated next to Him in His future kingdom. They really didn’t understand what His ministry was all about… not yet, anyway. He knew and heard the accusations swirling around Him. Jesus knew His days were numbered. He knew that the powerful rulers within the Jewish community wanted Him silenced. They believed He blasphemed to call himself God. And so, He was sold… stabbed in the back, so to speak, by one of His own disciples, Judas, for a paltry 30 pieces of silver, the price of a slave. Even the night before He was killed, just like we might do, Jesus prayed to God that the agony of what was in front of Him would pass Him by. Yet, He was obedient to His heavenly Father. He understood that the shame He would soon face … the ultimate sacrifice for each one of us and our condemning sins… would all be borne on His shoulders on that cross… but then eclipsed by the glory of His resurrection. It was His ultimate gift to each of us, ours to accept in simple faith, as He welcomes us into His kingdom – our eternal heavenly home. What love… what incomprehensible love! Who’s Walked This Road Beside Us? By Linda A. Roorda ~ Who’s walked this road each step beside us? Who knows the way? Who’s been there Himself? Who’s felt our love and adoration? Yet knew the pain, rejection and scorn? ~ Who’s been tempted, tried and tested? Just as we are was He among us. Hungry and weary, needing time alone Away from the crowds, away from demands. ~ Who’s walked among the poor and needy? Who’s shown true love for outcasts of life? Who called the broken to draw from His well, And gave His life for the least of these? ~ Who’s walked with those just clinging to faith With nothing left but a seeking heart? Who gave His words, a beacon of hope To carry forth His light in this world? ~ Who’s walked beside those who are mourning? With tears of sadness, who’s shared in our loss? Who’s eased our pain with comforting peace That we in turn may console sad hearts? ~ Who’s walked beneath humility’s grace To freely carry our burdens of guilt? Who willingly faced mocking and shame That we might know redemption’s mercy? ~ Who’s walked alongside that we might yet share Our hopes and fears in honest release? Who’s cared enough to guide every step With wisdom’s voice when to Him we pray? ~ Who’s held our hands when life overwhelms? Who’s taught us to trust by giving our heart? Who’s picked us up each time we stumble, And lovingly drawn us back to His side? ~ Who’s walked each step so we’d learn from Him? Who’s given of self that we might receive Showers of blessings to meet all our needs That in this bounty His praises we’ll sing? ~ Who’s walked with us and covered our soul? The great I Am who calls each His child! That upon life’s path we’ll safely abide When under His wings, sheltered by His love! ~~

Sometimes we hold onto the pain from hurts long ago... holding tight to a grudge. It doesn’t do anyone any good, least of all us. It’s quite likely the other person has no clue why we might be upset at them. Life is full of hurts and offenses… some are made accidentally without realizing we’ve done the offending, while at other times we intentionally get even with someone for the pain they’ve caused us. Oh, what a vicious cycle! Then there is the pain and guilt we feel for our offense that has hurt another. It’s a healthy inner warning signal which nudges us when we’ve caused pain to that other soul. It prompts us to seek forgiveness by confessing and repenting, and making restitution to the one we’ve offended. But, if you live with abuse, or are the abuser, you are urged to seek appropriate professional guidance. God does not approve of abuse in any form. We know that, but we somehow manage to let it slide, quickly forgiving repeatedly, taking responsibility for trying to make things better. However, it’s the abuser who needs to understand in their heart that what they are doing is wrong. With true repentance and sorrow, and a genuine change in behavior, a relationship can be reconciled and restored… but not until the evidence is visible. Others unfamiliar with the patterns will not recognize this and try to coerce you back into a relationship… which can become even more harmful. Yet, forgiving ourself is also sometimes easier said than done. We think we cannot forgive and release the burden within ourself… thinking we must hang onto the pain… like carrying such a heavy burden will somehow compensate for what we’ve done. Yet what right do I have to think I cannot forgive myself when God clearly forgives us upon our confession of the wrongdoing. He doesn’t hold it over our head into the future. In giving it all to the Lord, He wants us to pray and express the depths of our heart to Him. In prayer, we can visualize placing the issue that overwhelms us into His hands, asking Him to take care of it for us, and to heal everyone involved… rather like the popular saying, “Let go and let God!” Still, I know how hard that can be – as the oldest of six, it’s one of my struggles, thinking I can fix everything… or that I cannot forgive myself for something I said or did even after asking for forgiveness. In reality, I cannot always fix it. Though I certainly must do my part to apologize and forgive, I need to confess and give any situation to the Lord for Him to handle with His infinite wisdom. After all, didn’t He say, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30 NIV) And in so doing, we find the rest we need from our fretting, worrying, and trying to fix the problems… while the Lord blesses us with His love and peace as we are covered with His mercy and grace… so we can share with the world the same love that He gives to us! All My Heart Linda A. Roorda Some days the pain that life hands out Is more than I alone can bear, But there is One who calms my fears When all my heart to Him I give. ~ How easily kept are hurts and pains We tightly hold to stay in control, But they don’t matter and are best let go When all my heart to Him I give. ~ And though I’ve learned that life is not fair Some days I plead, Oh God are you there? Can you hear me? Do you really care? Then all my heart to Him I give. ~ From out the silence He whispers soft You are my child. Your life’s in my hands. Give me your cares, your burdens and fears, As all my heart to Him I give. ~ Do not carry the guilt and the shame That overwhelms from days of the past, Trust in His Gift with arms open wide As all my heart to Him I give. ~ You have taught me the depths of true love That anchors my heart when dark storms assail And calms my soul with heavenly peace When all my heart to Him I give. ~ A love that learns to think beyond self With others first Christ’s love shines through To meet their needs in body and soul When all my heart to Him I give. ~ A love that chooses to hold ever dear Even despite disappointments deep Then greater are the gifts and rewards When all my heart to Him I give. ~ A love that grows and matures with time That finds its way to the soul at peace, Blessings of love abundantly known When all my heart to Him I give. ~~ Linda Roorda writes from her home in Spencer.

I need to contact them again, I think, about somehow insulating my supposedly insulated overhead garage door better, tho the garage is never used because of the exhaust fumes that came into the house back when we moved in after our house was built in '82. Or should I just close it up but leave a door for lawnmower? Tough decisions...

There is no greater prayer than The Lord’s Prayer. Actually, it’s the perfect prayer… from Jesus Himself, given to His disciples as part of His great Sermon on the Mount. Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen. (Matthew 6:9-13) This prayer touches every aspect of our lives, from praising our heavenly Father for who He is, to confessing our sins and asking for forgiveness just as we forgive those who have wronged us, to bringing all our needs before God, even the smallest of these. The prayer of our Lord makes us stop and think about our relationship with Him, and then how we relate to everyone around us. Answered prayer may come as a Yes, No, or Wait on the Lord for His Will to be made known… because He may not answer in the way we expect. His answer may come in time as we learn to live through the difficulty for what God wants to teach us. And, in that learning, we are blessed in ways we would not have understood without having gone through some of the most difficult times of our life. As I pondered the words of Jesus in His prayer, my poem was a simple attempt to put into my own words a prayer to thank and praise God, to call to mind the many ways He blesses me and answers my simple prayers every day. May you be blessed as you consider our Lord’s words above, and as His words seep into your heart and life every day. May my words below touch your heart as we each contemplate and form our own prayers of thanksgiving and praise to our heavenly Father. A Prayer Linda A. Roorda (Based on The Lord’s Prayer) God, our Father, in heaven above Holy are You and Your name over all Your sacred word will guide me in truth And help me to seek Your kingdom first. ~ May Your will ever be first in my life O’er all that beckons and calls to my heart For in submission I surrender all As daily I seek Your will before mine. ~ Let me not stray beyond Your strong grasp But when I roam, Lord, call me back home Back to Your side with mercy and grace For in You is peace that calms my soul. ~ My needs You meet as daily You provide Nothing’s too small, You know what is best Then may I share rich blessings from You And praise Your name as You shower with love. ~ Yet I covet, I want, that which is not mine Deliver me Lord from temptation’s snare Break sin’s great chain, free me from its grip Keep drawing me close to Your precious side. ~ For who am I beneath Your just gaze Knowing You paid the debt I can’t pay Take my hand, Lord, lift me to my feet That I may be forgiven and free. ~ Just as Your spirit guides my footsteps Your merciful Gift now frees me from guilt That I may release the pains to my heart And not turn my back on pleas of others. ~ In gratitude then I share Your great love To bless those I meet on this path of life May I share gifts that brighten their day And meet their needs to lift up their soul. ~ For in You is power, glory and honor May Your kingdom dwell in my grateful heart To shine Your light and freely share love That I may bring praise to Your Holy name. ~ Linda Roorda writes from her home in Spencer.

I love this blog! Yes, it's a lost art, but not entirely 🙂 I wrote letters for years to my grandparents and friends after my family moved away from living near them, and send cards out when I can. And I was overjoyed when my 10-yr-old granddaughter mailed me a handwritten thank you note for the purse I made for her a few weeks ago 🙂

During the season of Lent, we tend to reflect a little more intently on Christ’s mission and sacrifice for us. Since He gave so much in giving His life to redeem us, it seems we could easily give up even a little for Him. Though the traditional idea of giving up something for Lent has not been something I have done, my friend and distant cousin, Carolyn, got me thinking more deeply about the season of Lent. A few years ago, as Carolyn read her “Catholic Weekly” magazine with its daily devotionals, she shared with me a Lenten focus on the Roman Catholic perspective of the “seven deadly sins.” These sins can lead us away from God… away from that close relationship we long for. Unfortunately, I/we often exhibit the pride of self or greed as we exclude others to serve ourselves first, jealousy in coveting that which is not ours, wrath or inappropriate anger, sloth or laziness when we could and should do something constructive, lust of a sinful nature, and gluttony or self-indulgence in so many ways. Yet, we know that each one of these sins is absolutely forgiven on confession and repentance to God; and, under His tender mercy and grace, our heart is renewed as we follow in His footsteps. In synchrony with the above, we also recall that Solomon wrote in Proverbs 6:16-19, “there are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies, and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.” Some also say there is an unpardonable sin, the blasphemy against God and His Holy Spirit. As Jesus was performing miracles and driving out demons, the religious leaders’ unpardonable sin was in claiming Jesus’ power came from the devil rather than acknowledging that He had the power because He truly was the Son of God. (Mark 3:28-30, Matthew 12:31-32) If we turn away from the Spirit’s convicting promptings that what we’ve done is wrong, we may harden our heart, turn our back on God and not repent, willfully continuing in sin. Perhaps even expressing that God loves us no matter what we do… a sense of pride allowing for willful sins wrongs. Instead, on conviction of our sin, confession and repentance, we can be assured of God’s welcoming arms and loving forgiveness… for nothing can separate us from the overwhelming love of God. (Romans 8:34-39) May I always be convicted of my sins, confess them, and ask for forgiveness from God and those I’ve offended. Pondering the above Lenten theme as mentioned by Carolyn, and the variety of themes from many churches for spiritual renewal each year, my own failings came to mind. Sadly, it can be said that I/we betray our Lord’s love in so many ways because we are far from perfect. Yet, as a reminder of Christ’s love for us, and living within us, there are familiar virtues we can strive for. As the Holy Spirit leads, guides and helps us live out our faith, we exude “love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5:22-23) These fruits evidence the Holy Spirit’s work within us, as God transforms us to be more like His Son. (II Corinthians 3:18) Because He loved us first (I John 4:19), even in our sinfulness, we can live a grateful life of holiness, bringing honor and glory and praise to God for all that He has done… because to this we were created. (Revelation 4:11) We can demonstrate our love for God and those around us with our faith or reliance, hope or trust, and charity or love as shown in I Corinthians 13, the “love chapter”. We can share this joy and peace in living out our faith in God by showing such loving kindness in our interactions with others. With courage and wisdom from the Lord we can face those difficult trials. Just as God has granted mercy and grace to us, we can show the same to others, forgiving them as we’ve been forgiven, acting with moderation and self-control, with honesty and integrity in our dealings. Against these virtues there would be no complaint as we respect others, bring glory to God, and become a beacon to point others to Christ… not only during Lent, but always. As the familiar Golden Rule reminds us, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” (Matthew 7:12) Though our Lord was mocked and betrayed as He walked this earth, may we never forget the depth of all He suffered in His great love for us despite knowing our wayward penchants. For it’s only through Jesus’ shed blood that we have forgiveness and reconciliation with God. As I prepare myself spiritually this Lenten season to focus more intently on Christ’s sacrifice and resurrection, Carolyn’s words echo the thoughts of my heart when she wrote that “these are the things we could all reflect on during the 40 days before Holy Easter, and maybe change our hearts and minds to reflect more of Christ’s love.” From Betrayal to Beacon Linda A. Roorda ~ There is One who felt the heavy hand The slap to the face, the mocking abuse The glib excuses, lies begetting lies Betrayal by friends, abandoned in need. ~ But there was a man who took this and more A man who never responded in wrath, The Son of God, who sought us in love Who lay down His life that we might live. ~ The Light of this world, a rejected man Scorned by His own and scoffed by scholars. Still there were those who pondered His words Words that were new and words that gave hope. ~ Bless those who misuse, pray for their soul Just as our Lord, the servant of all, Dwelt here in peace and drew us to His side To offer us hope with redemption’s gift. ~ Be that beacon to a world needing hope Bring peace and comfort with welcoming arms. Offer your love to the soul in pain Become a servant to meet the needs. ~~ Linda Roorda writes from her home in Spencer.

Wisdom... that value within our heart and soul which helps guide our steps on this path called life. An entity more precious than gold. Lady Wisdom’s knowledge often comes from experience, by learning and gaining insight the hard way… you know, those mistakes that can either break or make us. She brings a common sense, discernment, shrewdness… an innate understanding of what’s right and wrong. But this sound judgment can be lacking when we become distracted or enticed by what seems so right, yet in reality is so wrong when we heed the voice of Folly. “Blessed are those who find wisdom, those who gain understanding, for she is more profitable than silver and yields better returns than gold. She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her. Long life is in her right hand; in her left hand are riches and honor. Her ways are pleasant ways, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her; those who hold her fast will be blessed.” (Proverbs 3:13-18) For the wise woman “is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.” (Proverbs 31:25) One of my favorite life verses is “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and he will make straight your paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6) Wisdom is knowledge we apply to every-day life God’s way. But as I’ve said before, I often think I can take the reins and direct my own steps… only to realize that I erred, once again, and need to grasp God’s hand, allowing Him to guide and lead me as I learn from His infinite wisdom. With wisdom comes the ability to discern or judge right from wrong… to think and act appropriately, and to not become enmeshed in folly’s foibles. Again, at times in my life I have failed in this, too. Yet on understanding the “errors of my ways” and returning to our Lord’s side with admission of wrongs, He has covered me with forgiveness. We’re all familiar with the old adage “if only I knew then what I know now”. Because, if we knew then what we know now, we might’ve been spared a lot of grief from the turmoil. But isn’t betterment often found in the opposite by learning and growing in character and wisdom through the difficult times and from those mistakes and errors? As God searches the depth of our heart, His Spirit reaches out to us with a still small voice in our inner being. If we’ve embedded Lady Wisdom’s truth within our heart, we’ll know whose voice to trust and follow… while folly proceeds headlong toward a path of destruction. And as we humbly follow Lady Wisdom’s righteous ways, a calm and peaceful tranquility will envelope our soul. We’ll know we’ve chosen the right path when we’ve given time and consideration to acting in a way that would receive God’s blessing. I love the book of Proverbs for the depth of Godly wisdom gleaned as we “Listen to my instruction and be wise; do not ignore it. Blessed is the man who listens to me… for whoever finds me finds life… but whoever fails to find me harms himself.” (Proverbs 8:33-36) Lady Wisdom… a personification of God’s attributes in the feminine form. She is not meant to take His holy place, but rather to give a human side to God’s omniscience… for “the fear [awe, respect] of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.” (Proverbs 9:10 NIV) Lady Wisdom Linda A. Roorda Lady wisdom carries high her torch She lights the way with truth on her side. Her words bring strength to face life’s trials With comfort and peace when the winds blow fierce. ~ Listen and heed her still small voice Words to the soul that lead and protect, For like a lantern which brightens the way So is Wisdom in guiding your life. ~ When lured and tempted by desires for more Do not be swayed by enticements sweet. For trust is earned with truth and respect A higher calling than rebellious ways. ~ Seek out the Lord whose hand will uphold Stand firm on His word within your heart. Learn at His feet, discerning the right His knowledge gain with treasured insight. ~ Be wise in judgment, perceiving the darts Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Lean not upon your own understanding But acknowledge Him, the giver of Wisdom. ~~ Linda Roorda writes from her home in Spencer.

Little lambs are so soft, cuddly and cute! In my mid-teens, my siblings and I were given a lamb which I promptly named “Lambie.” Very original, huh?! It was only intended until something better came to mind, but nothing ever did. She was a twin, abandoned by her mother and given to us by our cousin, Robert, from his flock. I didn’t know the breed, but she had light gray wool with a black face and black legs. Recently, one of my students who absolutely loves goats and sheep, and knows all the breeds, said Lambie looked like a Suffolk, and I agree with him from further research. As Lambie’s main caretaker, I took responsibility to make sure she was fed. Following my Dad’s directions, I made a gruel with oatmeal, water and evaporated milk, feeding it to her in a glass bottle which had one of my brother’s bottle nipples attached – we were good at making do. And I loved to watch her little tail go “ninety miles an hour” while she drank! Lambie was small, not very old, so we kept her in a box near the old-fashioned wood-burning kitchen stove to keep her warm. It was too cold to put her out in the barn all by herself without a mama. Even our mutt, Pepsi, of terrier and other unknown parentage, liked nothing better than to jump into Lambie’s box to check out this new arrival to our menagerie. And I’m sure Pepsi wondered why this little one said “baaaa” and didn’t whimper like a puppy, but she contentedly mothered her adopted baby anyway! In warm weather, Lambie went to her pen in the barn, following me wherever I went. It was fun to watch her spring up and down as she played and ran about the yard and nibbled on the grass. Occasionally, she tried to wander beyond her guardian’s protection until she was called back to my side. Though I never considered myself her “shepherd,” in reality, I was. I provided food and water for her, protected her and kept her from harm… until the vet diagnosed her with Listeriosis, or circling disease. Nothing could be done for her and we had to put her down. Crying so hard I could barely see, I insisted to my Dad that I would dig her grave at the edge of the raspberry patch and bury little Lambie by myself. I loved that lamb more than I’d ever realized. And Dad kindly gave me time and space to process my grief. Such were the thoughts that came to mind after writing the poem below which is based on Jesus’ parable found in John 10:1-21 Here, we read that the Good Shepherd knows each one of his sheep and calls them by name. But the sheep also know their shepherd, recognize his voice, and follow wherever he leads them. Should a stranger enter the fold, the sheep will not follow him… instead, they will run around wildly or just run away en masse, simply because they aren’t familiar with the stranger’s voice. Perhaps, under cover, a thief may come near the flock, pretending to be their shepherd. He may disguise himself and draw a few young, inexperienced sheep away who think they’re following their shepherd. Or perhaps a predator might sneak up on an unsuspecting lamb and lead it astray. Disoriented and lost, the lamb follows the predator to supposed safety. Soon it becomes obvious that the predator is not its shepherd… but by then it’s too late. Except, the true shepherd with his trained eye realizes what’s happened. Like another of Jesus’ parables in Luke 15:3-6, He seeks out His precious lamb and brings it back, or willingly fights off the predator to rescue his little lost lamb. Listening to its Master’s voice, the lamb turns around and joyfully runs back to the safety of the flock… and there it stays, feeling content and peaceful under the watchful eye of its protective shepherd. And I thought, how like those sheep I am… we are… As Isaiah 53:6 says, “We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.” We have a tendency at times to follow what sounds and looks so good, what seems so right… only to realize later that we’ve been duped… we were on the wrong track… and we need someone to save us. That special someone, the Master, the Good Shepherd, would do anything for us, His sheep… especially those who have wandered off or been drawn away by a predator. Not so the hireling who doesn’t care much about someone else’s sheep. With only a little provocation, he’d as soon run away than fight for the lives of the sheep under his watch. Just as my heart ached and cried for the loss of my lamb, so the Good Shepherd of our story aches for the lost, and would lay down His own life to protect and save His precious sheep from harm. And isn’t that what our Lord, our Good Shepherd, our Master, has done for us? I know He has for me. How comforting it is to know our Lord and Savior, Jesus, draws us back to His side. May we always hear the love in our Master’s voice within our heart and follow His leading… The Master’s Voice Linda A. Roorda ~ Like gentle sheep we’re prone to wander Easily enticed by things of this world But at the sound of our Master’s voice Will we then heed or continue headstrong? ~ The Master’s words will not lead astray Seeking the ones who meander off Softly calling each one by name With tender words of comfort and peace. ~ When storms arrive and release their fury The shepherd guides his flock to safety. How like our Master who longs to embrace And bring us home to rest in His arms. ~ When wolves appear like gentle sheep clothed With flattery smooth they strike unannounced Their intention dark, the naïve to deceive Serving their needs, the meek to destroy. ~ Then words of wisdom are soon directed At wandering lambs who have left the fold Calling them back to a sheltered life Protected under the Master’s great love. ~ Unlike the hireling, He lays down His life Whatever it takes to gather His own Take heed to His call and flee from the foe Lean into His arms of mercy and grace. ~ Like a good Shepherd is our Savior Lord With care He protects each sheep in His fold It matters to Him whose words we follow The call of folly or the Master’s voice. ~~ Linda Roorda writes from her home in Spencer.

Sometimes our best inspiration comes from the most unlikely place! With the admonition to be “in the world, but not of it,” we find ourselves living out our faith foundation among the world around us (Romans 12:2). After 6th grade graduation from Passaic (Pine Street) Christian School in New Jersey, my Dad felt it was time to live out my faith by attending public junior high. Despite the culture shock, I learned invaluable lessons. Yet, I think we tend to compartmentalize “church/faith” versus every-day worldly life. So yes, sometimes our best faith inspiration comes from the most unlikely places! Ed and I used to enjoy relaxing in the evenings watching reruns of M*A*S*H. Though not overly fond of some of the show’s early escapades, I especially liked Corporal Walter (Radar) O’Reilly and the latter years with Captain Benjamin Franklin Pierce’s new surgical partners, Captain B.J. Hunnicutt and Major Charles Emerson Winchester, III, as well as their commanding officer, Colonel Sherman T. Potter, and Major Margaret Houlihan. The show and its characters seemed to evolve from a certain nonsense to one of moving and memorable themes. As the various characters offered a wide array of human egos and emotions, I found some of the best wisdom expressed so well in many of the shows. There’s an episode that has always held a special place in my heart, one that I consider the arrogant Major Winchester’s best. After operating on a wounded soldier, able to save the young man’s leg with surgical expertise, Winchester tries to encourage his patient further. Explaining that, though he’ll have permanent nerve damage to three fingers of his right hand, it won’t be too noticeable. Angry, the soldier is reduced to tears and despondency, telling Winchester that his surgical efforts weren’t good enough. His hands were his life… he was a concert pianist! Feeling the pain of failure, Winchester turns away despondent. With determination, Major Winchester approaches the 4077th’s company clerk, Corporal Max Klinger, handing him a list of sheet music to pick up in Seoul. Later, with music in hand, Winchester wheels Private David Sheridan into the Officers’ Club and positions him in front of the piano. Despite his patient’s disgust, Winchester attempts to encourage the young man with his gift to make music. Angry and resentful, Sheridan wants none of it. Unshaken, Winchester shares the story of a pianist from another era who’d lost the use of one hand. Placing sheet music for a one-handed pianist in front of Sheridan, he asks, “Don't you see? Your hand may be stilled, but your gift cannot be silenced if you refuse to let it be.” Private Sheridan scoffs at his surgeon: “Gift? You keep talking about this damn gift. I had a gift, and I exchanged it for some mortar fragments, remember?” With great feeling, Winchester responds: “Wrong! Because the gift does not lie in your hands. I have hands, David. Hands that can make a scalpel sing. More than anything in my life I wanted to play, but I do not have the gift. I can play the notes, but I cannot make the music. You've performed Liszt, Rachmaninoff, Chopin. Even if you never do so again, you've already known a joy that I will never know as long as I live. Because the true gift is in your head and in your heart and in your soul. You can shut it off forever, or you can find new ways to share your gift with the world - through the baton, the classroom, or the pen. As to these works, they're for you, because you and the piano will always be as one.” Slowly and hesitantly, Sheridan begins playing, gradually finding himself taken over by the emotion as the music in his soul finds its voice. (from the TV series M*A*S*H, "Morale Victory", 1980) Just as Maj. Winchester tried to help Pvt. Sheridan understand, we’ve each been blessed with a special gift, a talent. We can hide it, misuse it, or use it to benefit others... we have a choice. Though we may not see our gift as the blessing it is, Jesus’ brother James acknowledged that “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father…” (James 1:17a) Even the Apostle Peter encouraged us by writing that “Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms.” (I Peter 4:10 NIV) We can encourage a friend with our words or any of our unique special gifts, like teaching, serving, leadership skills, mercy and compassion, or even simply giving the gift of our time (Romans 12:6-8). When we make wise use of our talents and training, we truly are blessing the recipients of our gifts. In faithfully serving others, may we one day hear our Lord say to us, just as he told the young man who grew his financial gift: “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!” (Matthew 25:21 NIV) You’ve A Gift Within Linda A. Roorda You’ve a gift within your heart to be shared To love your neighbor as you do yourself, But much more than this is humble service Sharing devotion from depths of true love. ~ Seek out the hurting, the ones bewildered In a world of turmoil, in the midst of grief, At a loss for words, not knowing where to turn, Be an anchor bringing peace to their soul. ~ Be generous with praise, speak truth with wisdom, Carry the burden to lift the heavy heart. Encourage and esteem, strengthen with hope Humbly meeting each need on your path. ~ Lift up the oppressed, release from restraints Enfold in your arms those wounded by life. Show mercy and grace, forgive the offense Come alongside to guide wavering feet. ~ For out of confusion and cries of the soul In walking a line tween query and quest, Comes peace that calms and joy that rebuilds From the gift within your heart that was shared. ~~

Blessed Are You… The Beatitudes, Jesus’ words of blessings to all who seek Him. They give us guidance on qualities of spiritual life that we should strive to live out daily. In effect, they are the reverse of what the world might consider valuable assets. In Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, He told the crowds who were listening that they should “watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly are ferocious wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them… A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree bears bad fruit… Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.” (Matthew 7:15-20 NIV) The Apostle Paul explains that “…the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. (Galatians 5:22-23 NIV) In aiming to follow our Lord’s guiding wisdom, we seek an intimate relationship with God in reverence. Sharing love generously like Jesus, we don’t compromise values or morals, maintaining a listening ear to the Holy Spirit’s guidance within us. And we remember Jesus’ words to “’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than this.” (Mark 12:30-31 NIV) But left to my own devices, I indeed fail. I need to follow wisdom far greater than my finite mind. In writing my poem below, my hope was to rephrase Jesus’ words of perfect love for us into thoughts from my own understanding... not to take anything away from what our Lord said, but simply to add contemporary meaning and dimension as I focused on His guiding words. Continuing to read Matthew chapters 5 through 7, more paraphrasing into poetic verse came to mind. From there, further rephrasing of Scripture from Philippians 4 seemed to fit the context of Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount. Contemplating Jesus’ teaching through the “Beatitudes” to His disciples and the crowds of followers, how might we relate His great words of wisdom as we go about our day… among family and friends, and at work or in school? Again, it is not my intent to take anything away from God’s Holy Word, but to add dimension for our hearts to contemplate as we bring His words into our daily life… an exercise illuminating how great His love is for each of us. Blessed Are You Linda A. Roorda (Based on Matthew 5-7 and Philippians 4) ~ Blessed are you with no hope left but God For you will know acceptance by Him. ~ Blessed are you whose heart has been broken For you will find your comfort in Him. ~ Blessed are you with humility mild For you will show His love from your heart. ~ Blessed are you whose heart seeks His will For you will share the wisdom of God. ~ Blessed are you when hurting and stressed For you will have a life filled with mercy. ~ Blessed are you untainted by vice For you will have a pure heart before God. ~ Blessed are you who humbly seek peace For you will be a true child of God. ~ Blessed are you when mocked for your faith For you will stand firm with the Lord at your side. ~ Rejoice and be glad as salt of the earth For you shine forth His light from your heart. Then be reconciled to those you offend That peace may abound in the hearts of all men. ~ Love your enemy as your neighbor dear That you may be called a child of our God. And blessed are you on forgiving those When they have sinned against you and our Lord. ~ And worry not what the future holds For your Father knows the needs of your life. Ask, seek and find, knock to open doors For our Father waits to bless through His will. ~ Broad is the path to destruction goes But narrow the gate that leads us to Life. For as the good tree will bear its best fruit So we shall see the fruit of our deeds. ~ Thus, he who hears must show in his life The wisdom found in the house which he builds. For that upon sand cannot withstand storms While that built on rock stands firm in the Truth. ~ Do not be anxious, but think on these things And with thanksgiving send prayers to our God That content you’ll be regardless the task Knowing you can work through His strength alone. ~ Stand firm in the Lord, press on to the goal Guard well your heart and mind in the Lord For He gives peace beyond understanding Rejoicing always in His gentle spirit. ~ For whatever is true, whatever is honest, Whatever is right, whatever is pure, Whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, Whatever is excellent, whatever worth praise… Think on these things and blessed you shall be. ~~

What is love? We say “I love you!” to our family and friends … but we also say we love a book, a movie, a car, a new outfit, our pets. Is love found in endless glowing words of romantic emotion or selfless acts to please another? What makes love tick? It’s the minutes between the anniversaries that make the memories special. Writing for our 44th anniversary in 2018, I thought this poem and reflection would be fitting for Valentine’s Day this Friday. My husband used to write me special letters to express his deepest feelings. Not able to buy cards unless someone took him to the store, many were the times he listened repeatedly to a specific song on record, tape or CD and painstakingly wrote it out, phrase by phrase... just to express what was in his heart. That effort on his part meant more to me than the world’s most beautiful romantic manufactured card. He also showed his love in a myriad of ways… like willingly helping with our babies after he came in from 14-16 hour days of farm chores just because he wanted to. He learned to diaper them, lovingly rocked and burped our little ones, and even read bedtime stories to them before his own dinner. Seeing my big 6’7” guy hold our tiny babies in his calloused farm-worn hands clearly evoked an image of tender love. He was committed to his family, always there for me and our children, helping guide them as they grew, or enveloping us in his arms when we needed a warm snuggle. He helped with household chores despite vision and physical limitations – just because it was his way of showing love... trying to ease the load I carried after working a full shift, taking him to medical appointments, and handling more and more of what he could no longer do. Years ago, I attended an annual women’s faith retreat. In one of the classes, we were asked to share how we express love to our spouse in a unique way as the leader wrote 10 ways on the board. A few said they’d write “I love you” with shaving cream on the bathroom mirror or add a special note when packing lunch for their husband, etc. My simply saying “I love you” to my husband was laughed at when shared with the woman next to me, a pastor’s wife. I felt so humiliated. What I wanted to explain (and should have said but was afraid to) was that my husband was blind and my saying those three simple words had always been special to him, and that everyone’s examples were only good for those with vision. Baking scrumptious meals and desserts, and not treating him as incapable of doing things just because he was blind, seeking his advice when I had a problem, or even waiting for him to ask for help before offering or giving my assistance… these also showed my love in tangible ways that he appreciated. My husband meant what he said. His words were not empty, hollow flattery. When he said something, listen close because there was a depth of truth and wisdom from his innate ability to understand life and how people operate. He was a man of few words. I used to wish he’d talk more, like me! But I came to understand and appreciate the meaning behind his few words chosen well, his sense of humor, his devotion to me and his family, his strong faith in God in the midst of blindness and multiple health issues, and his ability to share Godly wisdom. Giving flowers was never his thing, though I tend to long for beautiful bouquets. On the other hand, he knew the value of our hard-earned dollars. He didn’t frivolously throw it away on something that would be tossed aside in just a few days… like flowers. He preferred to spend his money on something to be enjoyed long term. And I admired him for that. As a widow, I treasure my husband who respected me and appreciated all that I did. Maybe he didn’t tell me every day; but, when he did, it was worth the wait to hear those words because he meant them. It was a hard life for him, yet he didn’t feel sorry for himself. Being legally blind since he was a premature infant, and though he could drive a tractor on the farm or along the roadside, he could not hop in the car or truck and go whenever and wherever he wanted. He was stuck at home, unless someone drove him to his destination. How frustrating that was for him at times! I appreciated his attitude of acceptance as, in his later years, totally blind and with health issues that limited his mobility, he accepted the path God allowed his life to take. He was able to express wisdom and insight we both would not have understood had we not gone through these various difficulties. My husband loved me despite the immaturity I came into our marriage with at 19. He loved me enough to help me grow, to become the best wife and mother I could be, and to use the hidden talents God blessed me with in ways I could never have imagined. In turn, I loved him for being there for me, listening and talking through issues we faced. He’d been gifted with a sense of humor that cropped up when needed most. I loved working by his side in the past in the barn, doing yard work, or in the house. He used to tease me, saying I followed him around like a shadow in the barn, and when he’d stop short to take care of something, I’d “crash” into him and we’d burst into laughter with hugs! I miss those times working closely together… a lot. Yet, no marriage is perfect. We had our share of problems and arguments when our wants got the upper hand. But we made it work and kept our vows to each other rather than running away when times got tough. Love comes in admitting our wrongs, asking forgiveness, and understanding the unique and different strengths we each bring as gifts to be shared for personal growth. In contemplating love, the depth of a heart is revealed in the willing ability to stand by a loved one no matter the cost, except in the case of abuse. Yet, even then, if the abuser is willing to admit their wrongs and truly change from within, the path of regeneration, or reconciliation, is well worth the effort. But, if the abuser refuses to see or admit their wrongs, and perpetuates such behavior, even if others may not see it, then it’s time to walk away for one’s physical and/or emotional preservation, whether in a marriage or a friendship. Love is not about what someone else can give you; it’s all about what you can give the other, in building them up, without looking for praise. And in that, I’m reminded of Jesus’ words, words rephrased in our marriage vows, that “greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends.” (John 15:13) Though I may not have been married to the most romantic guy in the world, God truly blessed me with Ed’s love and practicality. Perhaps the complement to my emotional heart and creativity, he brought a balance to keep me grounded and contented, sharing laughter with his great sense of humor that helped bring many smiles to our faces. He had an innate ability to understand people… like the depths of my heart, our children’s needs as they grew up, sharing wise words when they came to him with problems, or taking seriously his former role as a church Elder/Deacon… knowing how to balance his role as leader of our family with the Lord as guide. We were far from perfect, but it’s knowing how to pick our battles, and how to pick ourselves up again in the storm, with “promises to keep and miles to go” to quote another poet.* Therein lies the secret of true love as we seek the wisdom of God above… letting His love permeate our hearts and souls to become a better person. Because I firmly believe God put us together, allowing us to face various difficult trials to draw us closer to Him as we grow in faith and love. And, if Christ loved each of us so much that He willingly lay down His life for us, for our sins, then we can surely share that love with others around us. For as Colossians 3:12-14 reminds us, we are to “…clothe ourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.” This is the love I saw in my husband. This is Love Linda A. Roorda This is love beyond a feeling in the depths of the heart a commitment to keep. ~ This is love exhilarating joy that flows through the soul with a gentle tenderness. ~ This is love in the place of self a sacrificial gift bringing joy to another. ~ This is love a blending of hearts to become as one in sharing life’s journey. ~ This is love a tear that is shared the hand tenderly held the comfort in silence felt. ~ This is love a listening ear with honest confession as mercy and grace pour out. ~ This is love to take life’s pain and wash it away in selfless gifts with joy. ~ This is love that One above would give His life to show us the path of love. ~~

Yes, go! I took my Grands and their parents there last summer (first time for me, too) - I was impressed in what they had on display, and my Grands found every bit of it fascinating and educational!

What our thoughts focus on tends to tell us where our heart resides. We may focus on our loved ones, our hobbies, fun and games with friends, climbing the corporate ladder, earning a vast estate, and collecting things… reminding me of the popular saying, “The one with the most toys wins.” Don’t get me wrong. These are not, in and of themselves, inherently wrong. Instead, it’s the how and why behind that which we focus on. I’m no different than anyone else. I like my “things” – especially my collection of reproduction Delft, particularly the tiles hung in my kitchen which remind me of our Dutch heritage. My grandfather had remodeled their outdated kitchen, putting Delft tiles into the wall design, something I had always admired. But these things mean nothing to my spiritual and eternal well-being. Instead, it’s who I heed in my heart, whose word I focus on to direct my life. And I willingly admit, it’s not always easy to stay focused… for this life calls in all its many splendored ways. So I especially appreciate my favorite Psalm 139:1-18, 23-24 (NIV): “You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,’ even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand - when I awake, I am still with you… 23 Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting with you.” Years ago on the farm, a gate was accidentally left open. Later that evening, Ed’s dad got a phone call. Cows were in the fields of another farmer about a mile or so up the main road, and the caller was trying to determine to whom they belonged. Ed and his dad went up to see if they were their cows, and, sure ‘nuff, they were. But they were scattered all over! The neighbors wondered how Ed and his dad could possibly gather the whole herd and get them back to our farm. “No problem,’ said Ed’s dad. My Ed simply started clapping his hands and began walking up the road as his father followed. And to the stunned amazement of neighbors and farmers, every one of those cows calmly and peacefully gathered behind their leader and followed him home… back to the safety of their own barn with food awaiting their arrival. For you see, those cows had been trained since they were little calves to come to clapping – it meant food and a clean stall in the barn. As they grew older and became part of the milking herd, they continued to respond to their master’s call… for clapping still meant food and a clean stall in the barn at milking time! And isn’t this how we respond to our master, our shepherd… our Lord? If our heart has been trained to listen to His words of wisdom, we will respond and heed His call. When we find ourselves in time of need, we’ll seek Him and follow His leading along His path. As Jesus said in John 10:14: “I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me…” God knows my every thought, establishes my path and guides my way. And when I start to wander, He calls me back to His side. What peace and comfort are found in His words. And may it always be His voice that I hear and pay attention to. Your Voice I Hear Linda A. Roorda On You above my thoughts do focus You see my heart and the depths thereof, The secrets hidden away from the world For You know the thoughts that reside within. ~ Yet I freely admit I wander away What You expect is beyond my grasp. Though I stumble, and now and then fall You pick me up to try once again. ~ As Your tender voice calls gently to me In the midst of life and trials of pain, What shall I fear though my frets alarm When your face I seek and You are my guide. ~ May I ever hear Your voice in my ear But more important may I heed the nudge Of a still small voice down deep in my heart A voice whose wisdom guides my every step. ~ It’s a voice that brings singing to my soul With a joy that fills my heart with peace. For I cannot fail to see You around You’re always there to hear my heart’s song. ~ How great is Your love that You’d call me near Close to Your side from out of this world, A world of cares, a world of troubles Gently enfolding, Your love touches me. ~ For You called my name before time began You cared for me with a tender joy. You carried my heart gently in Your hands And stretched out Your arms to wrap me in peace. ~ You gave away Love, the depth of Your heart To make my heart sing with joy each new day. You lift up my soul and fill me with praise As Your love for me encompasses all. ~~