The dice thrown down determines who shall enter on that day
Into the jaws of trial and who shall guide the way
As swords are drawn in battle and to foul purpose lent
The devil’s here incarnate the veil it has been rent.
He throws his die upon the earth upon foul purpose bent
The moments pass, his prey consumed. Can this be what was meant?

No, who shall counter in this game? Who shall stand before
The one that hell’s afflicted and guide them to the door?
Who will grasp unto the light and in its presence bare
The one entrapped, and squirming, just who will help them there?
I enter in upon the fray as in My hand I hold
A soldier armed in dread array My purpose to unfold.

He dare not lose for in his hand I placed the thread of life
Which once I gave upon the cross to free men from this strife.
His battle won, he works for Me, and he shall win this day
For though the dice is tossed full oft’ ‘tis I shall win the day!


I Desire to be Radiant


The joy of life.


The eye, the touch, the taste, the smell
Life savored, lived, explored.
Life, a strange and wonderful panorama,
Infinite in possibilities.
Some stay close to home
Others journey far.
Life explored in many ways.
A expanding within the hearts of those we love.
Or resounding in crescendo to compass the globe.
The heart can leap with joy from the song of a bird
As from the grandest orchestra.
The secret lies within the heart
Not in the situation
The heart of love will ever know joy
Though its confines be narrow and straight.
The joy of life is
Feeling, reacting, believing, touching others souls.
It is found in what we give away
Not in what we keep.

Youth is not lost


Youth is not lost which was spent in earnest coinage,
Each day exchanged for experience, for life!
A day is not wasted if drained in a deep draught
Till the last drop.
Not lost,
Not wasted,
Rather stored away,
Their transitory substance exchanged for solid coinage,
Time transmuted into lasting substance,
Those things in the heart and mind can never be erased.
Youth is not lost but transformed,
A thing of wafting beauty refined to solid gold.

Even grans can do it.


Two intensive days, five different boats, and a huge learning curve, yes I’m am now the possessor of a power boat 1&2 licence, completed the day before my 67th birthday – a great excouragement that the spirit is forever young.

I must admit I was a little less enthusiastic than the youngsters about taking a boat, twice the size and speed I was used to, full throttle, planing, through a salam course of bouys, but I did well in the slow manouvers practised often in my volunteer work with taking the disabled sailing. It was interesting, and I enjoyed learning all the stuff about charts, bouys, tides etc. (even though I took the course strictly for my lake sailing). Learning something new is a great way to stay young and the instructors and fellow students were great fun to be around. So now, though I cannot drive a car, I can drive a power boat lol!

I had been too busy focusing on, and practicing for the course etc. to think about my birthday at all, and after two very intensive days (including helping launch and hual out 5 heavy boats) I was exhausted. I merely sent up a sleepy prayer for the Lord to please do something nice. He never disapoints! First I had our weekly intercessory prayer session with a friend which took off with some incredible and very encouraging prophecy messages, during which she discovered it was my birthday and invited me for Tai lunch to celebrate (which we’ll do another day as I was having lunch with my daughter.)

Then who should walk into the pub where my youngest daughter, and grandson and I were lunching than my eldest granddaughter, (home from uni.) her brother and Peanut (the doggie friend I dog/house sit sometimes). Tipped off by my daughter, they presented me with a bunch of white lilies (my favourite flowers) and stopped to chat a while, (my grandson slipping in a request to come sailing on Wednesday lol!).

What did I do in the afternoon? Read,  rested and slept (well I must make some concessions to my 67 years lol!)

Keep matches handy!



When does one puchace a box of matches? Before they are needed. Even so, reading, digesting and memorising words from the Bible is like creating your personal matches, to ignite with thought or word when things seem dark and night prevails.