Sunday, August 14, 2011

Cultivating the Fruits of the Spirit.


To me you were……………………….
His eternal love shared with the devotion of a Sheppard.
His unending joy to reach out to those forgotten, hurting and alone.
His calm peace in the very rainstorm of my stored emotions.
His sweet patience calling me to turn and find my way home.
His words of kindness spoken to the dark hidden secrets of my heart.
His perfect goodness after a world had used me and torn me apart.
His promised faithfulness that to Him I was worthy, cherished and forgiven.
His face of gentleness restoring my relationship with the God of grace.
And His quiet self control to hear my sin confessed and care for me even more.

After years of judgment and harsh words from Christian leaders in my life I was situated to live a life as a surface Sunday Christian. However, God had a different plan for my life. He directed me to a church in Crawfordville. There He used a new young Pastor to speak forgiveness into my heart and point me to the path set for me in God’s perfect will. In July of 2011, I wrote this poem to express to Tony Rosenberger the seeds he planted in my spirit. Because of Christ in Tony, I finally came to grips with my silent sin of abortion and left it at the foot of the cross. I praise God for strengthening Tony to share the truth of God’s love by the fruits of the spirit.

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