Writing...

I ran across a stack of old papers today. Written upon them were words I had penned long ago. It seems like a lifetime ago I wrote those words. And so, with some reluctance, I share a snippet of poetry I wrote as a young girl.

"Stones"

You work in wonderful ways
mysterious miracles, everyday.
On my road of Life
You carefully place each stone in front of me.
You go before me and smooth the way
when Life seems full of boulders
help me to realize I am journeying
through the quarry for my road.
Each stone, I now realize,
has a purpose in my path.
None is there by coincidence
because my Master's hands
carefully place my stepping stones.

Copyrighted 1999 J.N. Gallegos

"Help me to realize that I am journeying through the quarry for my road..." That is my prayer today, still. Often I am inclined to just see the obstacle rather than the challenge. Father, help me to see the challenge first!