TALK TO ME

by Anita Mondragon

I woke up this morning in need of a conversation with the Lord! This remote learning, keep your distance, mask wearing confinement is really starting to EmojiEmojiEmojiEmojiEmoji bug me!

I said, “Lord, I wish You would talk to me like You used to…” Not one second passed, and I heard Him say, “I’m always talking to you, but you rarely listen!”

As I pondered His answer, I had to admit that He was right. I’m always too busy…too many distractions in this life! Read more…



HIGH AND LOW

By Anita Mondragon
 
I found myself deep in prayer a couple of nights ago.  Although I tried my hardest, sleep would not find me.
 
I was praying for a loved one.  I explained to God, (as if He needed me to) that I wanted this person to be brought back.  I, like Moses, entreated God to do whatever was necessary-but to please remember Mercy.  I said, “I don’t know where he is right now…but YOU do!”  I asked God to speak to him-to get through to him, even if he was drunk and higher than a kite.  Then I added, or if he’s at his lowest…deep in depression…in utter despair!


THE ROCK OF AGES

by Anita Mondragon
 

Other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ.”  1 Cor. 3:11

“When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.  On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand…” – Edward Mote, 1834 / William B. Bradbury, 1863

 
I sometimes tremble so faint of heart,

Though on the solid Rock I stand;

And while the tempest rages wild around me,

I’m held secure in the Father’s hand. Read more…



DO YOU WANT HIS POWER?  OR… YOUR PEACE?

by Anita Mondragon
 
The other day, I was speaking with a friend of mine.  We were discussing anger and hate, and how we should strive to surrender it to God.  My friend, to my surprise, said, “I like my anger!  It makes me feel powerful.  I don’t want to give it up…I like it!”  I can relate to that, for I was once the same.  But, the problem with this attitude is that we forfeit God’s peace for our power!

Thomas Paine, the great English writer wrote the following words during the darkest days of the Revolutionary war: “These are the times that try men’s souls. The soldier and the patriot will in this crisis shrink from the service of their country. But they that stand it now, deserve the love and thanks of men and women. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered. But the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph…” Read more…



GONE…BUT NOT FORGOTTEN!

By Anita Mondragon
 
A small little embryo, just the size of a pea,
Not long ago sat on Jesus’ knee.
 
He told of the plans He had in store,
And the amazing life…just outside the womb’s door.
 
He said, “Son, you’ll be another Michael Angelo!
It won’t be long now, you’ll soon get to go!”
 
But mother was young and so afraid!
She ran to Planned Parenthood to abort this babe.
 
While in the womb, there was warmth and safety;
A tiny home where to reside.
 
Now, tiny limbs torn from their sockets…
Saline burns…no place to hide!
 
So, now for eternity, he’ll paint the skies,
And the bright yellow sun, as it starts to rise. Read more…


BE NOT DISMAYED

By Anita Mondragon
 
“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.”       Isaiah 41:10 KJV

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The above verse came from my Promise Box.  I drew it this morning.  I’ve read/heard this verse many times, but as I read it this morning, the word dismayed caught my attention.  I decided to look it up…to find all the facets of the meaning.

It means:

cause (someone) to feel consternation and distress: Read more…



TWICE MINE!

By Anita Mondragon
 
I wrote the following story for my grandchildren.  It was inspired by one of my dad’s illustrations in his sermons.
 
There once lived a young boy named David.  His grandfather and him were very close, and spent much time together.  Grandfather was an excellent wood-carver and made many toys for the local children.  Small sailboats were his specialty.  He introduced the art of wood carving to his grandson, David at the age of nine.
 
One day, David was playing with his small boat in a nearby stream.  He loved his boat…it was the first of many that he’d made.  He sat on the bank and watched it float down-stream.  As it floated lazily down the trickle of water, David laid back on the cool grass and watched the clouds go by.  He must have dozed off in the warm sun, for when he awoke, he discovered that his boat was nowhere to be found.  He searched everywhere, but to no avail! Read more…


MARKERS IN A ROW

By Anita Mondragon

“NOW is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.”  2 Corinthians 6:2

In John 10:9, Jesus said: “I am the door.  If anyone enters by ME, he will be saved.”  One day, the door of God’s mercy will close.  Our response to Jesus, and His offer of salvation will determine our destination.  Come now…while the door of mercy is still open!

I walked among the dead today;

I saw their markers in a row…

And not a sound was heard at all,

Except the wind, whispering soft and low. Read more…



THE CAGE

By Anita Mondragon
 
As many of you know, my dad was a Baptist Preacher for over 40 years.  He used many illustrations in his sermons to get his point across.  He likened them to parables that Jesus used in the Bible so that folks could understand more easily.
 
The following is based on one of the illustrations he used.  I heard it many times during my growing up years and turned it into a poem for my grandchildren. 
 
“Gotcha!” screamed the boy,

With excitement and delight;

As the cage door slammed shut… Read more…



A LIFEBOAT

By Anita Mondragon
 
The Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.”  Luke 19:10
 
Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting, waiting the penitent child to receive; Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently, He will forgive if they only believe.  Rescue the perishing, care for the dying; Jesus is merciful…Jesus will save! -Fanny J. Crosby 1869 and William H. Doane, 1870

I wrote the following poem years ago.  It came about like this: Every day, I saw this man in my neighborhood on his way to the bus stop.  He was elderly, and in poor health. He walked with a cane, and would momentarily stop because he had trouble breathing.  Read more…