"7" Minutes Alone with God

Spring is a baby duckling as it waddles down the lane. Spring is green things growing over mountain, field and plane. Spring is water rushing down a mountainside, flowing to the sea below to join the swelling tide. Spring is flowers and grass and trees, decked out in colors new, beneath the rays of golden sun and skies of crystal blue. Spring is the buzzing of the bees, and singing of the birds; It’s love that’s young and beautiful, too deeply felt for words. Spring is the time when life is new, when winter’s storms have passed. Spring is the symbol of our youth which passes all too fast. Glenda Collins Inman (as published in EASTER IDEAL 1971)

When mothers come to You in prayer, and with You all their burdens share, a world of wrongs You will make right, and heavy hearts You will make light. For mothers’ hearts are tuned to hear the unspoken cry, the unshed tear, the slightest wound to heart or pride, the silent plea for help that’s cried. When mothers pray their humble prayers, the world is saved from Satan’s snares. For there’s no greater force nor sway than what You send when mothers pray. Glenda Collins Inman