THE NURSERY WINDOW

By Anita Mondragon
I believe the spirit part of every man exists in Heaven before he becomes flesh here on earth…hence, the nursery window.  God knows us before we are formed in our mother’s womb, and He places His purpose in us, as well as our gifts, abilities, etc.  That’s why He could say: “I KNOW the plans I have for you…”  Just a thought…just an opinion. -anita


I HEARD THEM COME!

By Anita Mondragon
I was at the bedside of my grandpa, and my mother-in-law, when God sent His angels to carry them home.  This is how this poem came to be. -anita


MORE THAN JUST A WORD…

By Anita Mondragon

She walks in degradation

Wondering, aimless through the streets.

She’s nothing but a tramp now…


CAMELLIA

By Anita Mondragon

I wrote this story many years ago for my grandchildren.  Read it to your young ones. Hopefully they will get the meaning. –anita



ONLY GOD…

By Anita Mondragon
There is a farm I can see in the distance, just outside my front room window.  I love to sit with my morning coffee, and watch the glorious sunrise every day!


HEEDING YOUR CALL

By Anita Mondragon
A couple of years back, a good friend of mine let me watch a DVD that she had.  It was called:  Heeding Your Call.  I don’t even remember who the speaker was…but the following was what I got from it.


MERCY

By Anita Mondragon

With mercy…You were broken

With mercy…Your blood shed.

You breathed Your words of Life in me…

And now, my sins are dead!

You looked upon my broken heart,

And saw the tears I cried;

You took my pain and sorrow,

When on the Cross You died.

You bid me come to You, and let my soul be fed.

You are the Living Water…

You are my Daily Bread.

I come to you Oh Jesus!  On bended knee, I fall;

Have mercy on me Lord…as on your name I call!

 

Anita Mondragon December 2015



IS THERE STILL MERCY LEFT FOR ME???

By Anita Mondragon
I have been thinking a lot about God’s mercy lately…how deep, and wide His love and grace reach.  Even though I was brought up in a Pastor’s home, and heard about Jesus, I strayed far, far from that truth for a long time.  When I finally came to the end of myself, I wondered if there was any mercy left for me…or if I had somehow exhausted the longsuffering of God.  The other day, as I sat pondering, and remembering how many times He has rescued me, I wrote this poem.  Thank God for His mercy and grace!


HE’S EVERYTHING TO ME!

By Anita Mondragon


HE WAS…(IS) PRAYING FOR US!

By Anita Mondragon
This morning, I was reading one of my devotionals.  It was talking about the most unselfish prayer of all time.  It is found in John 17.  Here is part of that passage where Jesus is praying: