Our Daily's filled with moving, Where we sprinkle all around. The substances we carry, From inside our heart is found. A season that's well given,…
Author: Wendi Maddox
Hey, I'm Wendi! I have one mission here . . .to encourage our hearts and minds. The mind is a battlefield for our thoughts, emotions and reactions. I want to remind us that whatsoever things are TRUE, HONEST, JUST, PURE, LOVELY, and of GOOD REPORT . . .that we can THINK ON THESE THINGS! Philippians 4:8
Early in the morning light, Afternoon or evening dew. Way up high or just right nearby, Magnificence glows in view. Declaring the wondrous glory, Of…
Shattered in broken pieces, To this, is where I came. Engulfed beneath what haunts me, Somehow assured that God knows my frame. My choices tearing…
Works of the flesh are common, Never needing to be learned. Their call to us unending, Demanding a filter to discern. Self examination is required,…
Isaac came back in search of, New life from Father Abraham's wells. Knowing the years they were filled in, By the Philistine's hands they had…
What's in the heart, The true source of what flows. Out into the waters, Of other hearts that you know. Reaching to discover, What's buried…
Our daily's filled with moving, Where we sprinkle all around. The substance that we carry, From inside our heart is found. A season that's well…
To play the fool, Strips a human heart to disgrace. To be led in deception, Leaves remorse in its place. A truth tightly hidden, Can…
Fighting inside to win the war, Raging ferociously over me. I would not desire to entertain, What peruses my mind so obligingly. Bombardment of negativity,…
I wake up in the morning, All the things there on my mind. I start my day to afternoon, The things still filling my time.…