My Secret Stairway
I have a secret stairway
That means so much to me ,
For always at the head of it
Jesus waits for me
No matter what the day brings ,
I know that He will share
My burdens or my blessings ,
For He always there .
“Tis wonderful , this stairway ,
Refreshing as the dew ,
For when I’d be discouraged
My spirit He renews .
This stairway can belong to you ,
Just as it does to me ,
Make room for it within your heart
And then His face you’ll see .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless and keep you !
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Reminisce
Reminisce
There could’nt be a better time
To pause and reminisce ,
Not about the big things ,
But little things I miss .
The cardinal who built her nest
Just outside my windowpane ,
The smell of fresh-turned garden earth
And the feel of warm Spring rain…
A field of bright yellow buttercups
Grace fully nodding in the breeze ,
The whistles which were made for me
From the bark of a willow tree …
The scent of flowering honeysuckle
Mingled with fresh-baked bread ,
The sounds of a sudden thunderstorm
And the warmth of a featherbed….
Though big things may escape me ,
It’s the little things I miss ,
Which bring back joyful memories
When I pause to reminisce .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless , have a blessed day !
There could’nt be a better time
To pause and reminisce ,
Not about the big things ,
But little things I miss .
The cardinal who built her nest
Just outside my windowpane ,
The smell of fresh-turned garden earth
And the feel of warm Spring rain…
A field of bright yellow buttercups
Grace fully nodding in the breeze ,
The whistles which were made for me
From the bark of a willow tree …
The scent of flowering honeysuckle
Mingled with fresh-baked bread ,
The sounds of a sudden thunderstorm
And the warmth of a featherbed….
Though big things may escape me ,
It’s the little things I miss ,
Which bring back joyful memories
When I pause to reminisce .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless , have a blessed day !
Monday, March 8, 2010
In the valley I grow
In The Valleys I Grow
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Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe.
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.
If I always stayed on the mountaintop
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.
I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountaintops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.
I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.
My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.
Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.
Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day,
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.
Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know,
The mountaintops are glorious,
But it's in the valleys I grow!
Jan Bagwell
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Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe.
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.
If I always stayed on the mountaintop
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.
I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountaintops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.
I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.
My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.
Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.
Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day,
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.
Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know,
The mountaintops are glorious,
But it's in the valleys I grow!
Jan Bagwell
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wait for me
Wait for me
Wait for me in glory ,
Wait by the river of life ;
Tell Jesus for me that I’m longing ,
And ready to cease from my sighs:
Just tell Him I’ll see you glory
After this life here is through
Just wait for me up in glory ,
And soon I’ll be coming to you .
When the Lord called you home
How it broke my heart
To see you go away ,
Although I knew right from the start
We’d meet again some day .
So I’ll watch and pray ,
Each night and day .
Until my work is through-
Then I shall hear my Master say ,
“Come home , we’re waiting for you !”
Jan Bagwell
Good Bye my friend , we will all miss you !
Pat Long left us March 3 , 2010
Wait for me in glory ,
Wait by the river of life ;
Tell Jesus for me that I’m longing ,
And ready to cease from my sighs:
Just tell Him I’ll see you glory
After this life here is through
Just wait for me up in glory ,
And soon I’ll be coming to you .
When the Lord called you home
How it broke my heart
To see you go away ,
Although I knew right from the start
We’d meet again some day .
So I’ll watch and pray ,
Each night and day .
Until my work is through-
Then I shall hear my Master say ,
“Come home , we’re waiting for you !”
Jan Bagwell
Good Bye my friend , we will all miss you !
Pat Long left us March 3 , 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Welcome to Spring
Welcome to Spring
Sweep the snow
And clean the ice ,
To Winter ,Winter
We say goodbye ;
Too long it’s been around .
She’ll dress the trees
With buds and leaves
And flower all the land .
She’ll bring with her
The peepers , bees
They’ll be the Springtime band .
Ready your heart
With gladsome song ,
For Springtime soon we’ll greet .
Welcome her here ,
Make her belong
Before she takes her leave .
Jan Bagwell
This is the day the Lord has made ;
let us rejoice and be glad .
Psalm 118:24
Sweep the snow
And clean the ice ,
To Winter ,Winter
We say goodbye ;
Too long it’s been around .
She’ll dress the trees
With buds and leaves
And flower all the land .
She’ll bring with her
The peepers , bees
They’ll be the Springtime band .
Ready your heart
With gladsome song ,
For Springtime soon we’ll greet .
Welcome her here ,
Make her belong
Before she takes her leave .
Jan Bagwell
This is the day the Lord has made ;
let us rejoice and be glad .
Psalm 118:24
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Hope in the Rubble
"I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of his mighty strength" Ephesians 1:18 (NIV)
Mind-boggling devastation filled the screen. I just couldn't wrap my mind around everything that had taken place by the earthquake in Haiti. Such suffering and pain. I went to sleep with the images firmly planted in my mind and heart.
When I awoke in the morning, I began to pray before my feet hit the ground: prayer for miracles, supplies and those who would arrive in that precious country to serve and minister to the broken. A picture of a crying baby being pulled from the rubble came to mind. After over 48 hours of no food, no water and being trapped under a collapsed house, the 18 month-old was rescued. It was truly a miracle.
My prayers moved from the Haitian crisis to praying for a loved one who has gone astray. The one I love has much in common with the newly rescued baby. He too is trapped. Trapped by the weight and destruction of bad decisions and flawed thinking patterns. What seemed like a common path many were taking led to a place of destruction.
What this precious baby and my loved one do not have in common is the desire to be free. The baby sensed something was wrong. Where was her family? Where was food and water? Why wasn't someone coming to her rescue? Such thoughts occupied her tiny immature mind. My loved one has yet to discover that he indeed needs rescuing. He has yet to recognize the weight of selfishness, unforgiveness and self-destruction pressing on him.
Do you have one you desperately love who is heading toward destruction and doesn't realize it? Do you have days when the rubble of sin seems too heavy- too much to be removed? And you just can't see how God is going to break through?
Help is arriving in Haiti. Armies, doctors, nurses and relief workers from around the world are helping. Rescue is taking place. People's lives have been saved, and in time, the destruction will be removed.
Rescue is available for our loved ones, too. Prayer is the place to begin as we hope that in the middle of their own destruction, they will see their need for rescue. When that realization becomes clear, like the tiny baby in Haiti, our loved ones will cry out for help. We know our God will be there to hear and rescue. He may use others to help them. He may call them to push away some of the debris. But more than anything, we know He wants them free.
Dear Lord, some days I grow weary of praying for my loved one. I am so glad that You don't. Please open their eyes to see the destruction they are in and give them the desire to break free. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Jan Bagwell
Mind-boggling devastation filled the screen. I just couldn't wrap my mind around everything that had taken place by the earthquake in Haiti. Such suffering and pain. I went to sleep with the images firmly planted in my mind and heart.
When I awoke in the morning, I began to pray before my feet hit the ground: prayer for miracles, supplies and those who would arrive in that precious country to serve and minister to the broken. A picture of a crying baby being pulled from the rubble came to mind. After over 48 hours of no food, no water and being trapped under a collapsed house, the 18 month-old was rescued. It was truly a miracle.
My prayers moved from the Haitian crisis to praying for a loved one who has gone astray. The one I love has much in common with the newly rescued baby. He too is trapped. Trapped by the weight and destruction of bad decisions and flawed thinking patterns. What seemed like a common path many were taking led to a place of destruction.
What this precious baby and my loved one do not have in common is the desire to be free. The baby sensed something was wrong. Where was her family? Where was food and water? Why wasn't someone coming to her rescue? Such thoughts occupied her tiny immature mind. My loved one has yet to discover that he indeed needs rescuing. He has yet to recognize the weight of selfishness, unforgiveness and self-destruction pressing on him.
Do you have one you desperately love who is heading toward destruction and doesn't realize it? Do you have days when the rubble of sin seems too heavy- too much to be removed? And you just can't see how God is going to break through?
Help is arriving in Haiti. Armies, doctors, nurses and relief workers from around the world are helping. Rescue is taking place. People's lives have been saved, and in time, the destruction will be removed.
Rescue is available for our loved ones, too. Prayer is the place to begin as we hope that in the middle of their own destruction, they will see their need for rescue. When that realization becomes clear, like the tiny baby in Haiti, our loved ones will cry out for help. We know our God will be there to hear and rescue. He may use others to help them. He may call them to push away some of the debris. But more than anything, we know He wants them free.
Dear Lord, some days I grow weary of praying for my loved one. I am so glad that You don't. Please open their eyes to see the destruction they are in and give them the desire to break free. In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Jan Bagwell
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
The Glory of Friendship
The Glory of Friendship
There is no greater earthly blessing than to claim
The faith and trust of those who know you well :
To be kindly neighbor where you dwell,
To make a high example of your name ,
And keep your humble doorway free from shame ;
And let your worth each day’s performance tell;
To freely give what honor would not sell,
For base advantage or the pump of fame ,
Some things there are which no purchase price ,
Yet rich or poor of those have daily need ;
The comfort of some true friend’s sacrifice ,
His trust ,his love , and every kindly deed ,
God grant I may be worthly while I live
Of all the joys my friends are glad to give .
Jan Bagwell
God is Great , God is Good !!
There is no greater earthly blessing than to claim
The faith and trust of those who know you well :
To be kindly neighbor where you dwell,
To make a high example of your name ,
And keep your humble doorway free from shame ;
And let your worth each day’s performance tell;
To freely give what honor would not sell,
For base advantage or the pump of fame ,
Some things there are which no purchase price ,
Yet rich or poor of those have daily need ;
The comfort of some true friend’s sacrifice ,
His trust ,his love , and every kindly deed ,
God grant I may be worthly while I live
Of all the joys my friends are glad to give .
Jan Bagwell
God is Great , God is Good !!
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