The Lost

The Lost haunt me.

Their faces fill my dreams.

I cannot sleep.

Empty faces, crying faces, frightened faces –

They make me weep.

The Lost haunt me.

The Lost haunt me.

Their voices fill my night.

My ears ring.

Terror, anger, a child's anguished cry –

How can I sing?

The Lost haunt me.

The Lost haunt me.

Their eyes burn into mine.

My heart aches.

Angry eyes, hurt eyes, wicked eyes, tearful, fearful eyes –

My heart breaks.

The Lost haunt me.

The Lost haunt me.

I cannot forget them.

I must tell them of Jesus.

The Savior of the world, our soon-coming King,

The One who will not leave us.

The Lost haunt me.

The Lost haunt me.

Lord, my question is this:

What can I do

To heal their wounds, comfort their hearts, dry their tears –

How to lead them to You?

The Lost haunt me, Lord.

I know they haunt You, too.

What does your soul delight in? As I was pondering that question this afternoon, the answers came in the form of a poem. (I said last time that I love writing poetry!)

My soul delights in lovely things --
In tiny little flowers,
In the colors of a hummingbird's wings,
In the forest's leafy towers.

My soul delights in quiet things --
In the whisper of the wind,
In the crispness that makes the crickets sing,
In the scuttling clouds o'erhead.

My soul delights in lively things --
In swallows darting round the barn,
In children playing tag around the tree,
In a kitten tussling with my yarn.

My soul delights in mighty things --
The thunder's deep-toned roll,
The eagle, beating the air with its wings,
The surf, pounding against the rocks.

My soul delights in heavenly things --
In Jesus' precious love,
To join the angels as they sing
Their praise to Him above.

Someday I'll meet my Savior dear --
Purest delight 'twill be!
His voice, so sweet, will sound in my ear,
"My daughter, I delight in thee!"

Oh, how much I want my Savior to delight in me! I want to put a smile on His face with everything I do and say!

I love springtime! Spring is the time when Nature stirs from her winter's nap, stretches, and smiles again. What lessons we can learn from the little things all around us! This semester, in my English class, we've spent some time writing poetry. I've always loved poetry, and always enjoyed writing it. So having to do it as an assignment was wonderful! My creative juices have gotten flowing again, like the sap in the trees during spring, and I've been writing many more poems than I needed to for class. :) Here's one of them:

Conversation with a Bumblebee

One day amongst the clover blooms

I spied a bumblebee!

It seemed to me quite obvious

That he was watching me!

If you please, I'd like to know,

Just what you have to say.

“I speak of my Maker's tender care

Through each and every day.

“I'd tell you of His mighty power

Who blows the clouds on high,

Who dresses the little pansy flower,

And teaches the wind to sigh.

“If I could, I'd teach you well

Of Him who stirs the deep,

Who makes the ocean tide to swell,

Who rocks the birds to sleep.

“But you who have His Word so dear,

Why can you not perceive

That He who makes the sunlight clear

Will His dear ones receive

“As sons and daughters in His house?”

Yes, He who cares for bee,

For whale, for sparrow, and for mouse,

Will surely care for me!

As we go through our spring days, let's not forget the One who gave them to us. "God would have His children appreciate His works and delight in the simple, quiet beauty with which He has adorned our earthly home. He is a lover of the beautiful, and above all that is outwardly attractive He loves beauty of character; He would have us cultivate purity and simplicity, the quiet graces of the flowers." Steps to Christ pg. 85.

So, after trying to resurrect my old blog, I finally gave up and just started a new one. It was probably better, anyway, to do it this way. My other blog, "The Adventures of Little Bo Peep," was focused on my adventures in the mission field as I served the Great Shepherd overseas. Now that I'm back in the States, going to college, and settling back into American life (if that's possible for a returned missionary), I feel like my life is rambling. I certainly haven't left the service of the Shepherd, I'm just at a different job site! And if there are any lessons I learn that someone can benefit from -- wonderful!

Today the sun is shining, the daffodils, spring beauties, and peach trees are blooming, the wind is whistling a merry tune, and students are bustling about the campus. I'm so thankful for such a loving Creator! He didn't have to make this world beautiful, but He did because He loves us so much.

"In the beginning, God was revealed in all the works of creation. It was Christ that spread the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth. It was His hand that hung the worlds in space, and fashioned the flowers of the field. 'His strength setteth fast the mountains.' 'The sea is His, and He made it.' Psalm 65:6; 95:5. It was He that filled the earth with beauty, and the air with song. And upon all things in earth, and air, and sky, He wrote the message of the Father's love. Now sin has marred God's perfect work, yet that handwriting remains. Even now all created things declare the glory of His excellence. There is nothing, save the selfish heart of man, that lives unto itself. No bird that cleaves the air, no animal that moves upon the ground, but ministers to some other life. There is no leaf of the forest, or lowly blade of grass, but has its ministry." -Desire of Ages pg. 20

"This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears,
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres."
                -Maltbie D. Babcock