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Living Water

Boyd Lake, Loveland, Colorado

Boyd Lake, Loveland, Colorado

‘He who drinks from the

pool of living water will

never thirst again’

 

A woman came to a well to draw water when she came upon a man, a stranger weary from a long day who asked if he could have a drink.  She inquired as to why he had no vessel to use for water. But, he replied if she knew who he was she would not have asked why, but instead would have asked for the, Living Water. He was not a mere stranger, but one who knew everything there was to know about her and could read her life like a book. He was not a psychic, fortune-teller, spy or stalker.

She soon realized that it was Jesus she was speaking to, the Son of God who spoke with the authority and knowledge of His father in heaven. When he asked her to go share this news with her husband she replied, “But, sir I have no husband.”

He said, “Yes, that is true, for you have had five husbands, but the one you live with now is not your husband.”

She wanted to hurry home to share her news about the man who knew all their was about her and offered her the gift of Living Water. She only needed to believe and trust in Him.

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Footnotes: I love this story because it tells about the caring, loving, compassionate Savior who makes that gift available to everyone, whatever their background or ethnicity, if they will only believe in Him. This is a true story, and can be found in the New Testament Bible in John, chapter 4. The above haiku poem is just my own paraphrased interpretation of the gift of Living Water. 

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Daring to be different

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A single pink rose bloom on my white rose-bush

Daring, different

From all the rest this pink rose

Shyly opens up

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I have several rose bushes in my back yard of different colors; red, pink, and white. The single pink bloom here is the only one among the white or ivory colored blooms on this bush and seemed remarkable as we watched it develop and bloom.

It reminds me of the ways in which I felt different growing up. My friends had blue eyes, blond hair, had common names like Kathy or Linda, and were considered ‘cool’ and ‘popular’. I had brown hair, brown eyes, a less common name, was quiet and more the introvert. They had bicycles of their own. Mine belonged to my sister. They all made A’s and B’s in school. I barely passed on C’s. Their fathers had good paying careers and jobs. My father was a church pastor barely able to provide for a family of two parents with four kids. Did I resent that? No. My life was just different from everyone else’s. Sometimes I thought it unfair, and grumbled; until I realized it was I who needed an adjustment, and an attitude of gratitude with a thankful heart.

About the blue-eyed, blond-haired girls; back then, I wanted to be like them; until I learned that brown hair and brown eyes could be romantic and mysterious; all in the brown eyes of the one beholding such beauty.

The bicycle that wasn’t mine? I rode it everywhere throughout my childhood until the day I could afford to buy my own.

My low grades? Well, I learned that what I lacked in confidence and ability in some things I could achieve and excel in others. So, I worked at those things I could do well in; writing, music and art.

And my father who was a church pastor; well, he worked long days and sometimes nights ministering to people with love, humility, grace, compassion, forgiveness and a thankful heart. His lessons on life he taught his children, as well as those in his congregation.

What I learned? It isn’t how much we have, or what we’re born with that is important, but what we do with what we’ve learned; believing in ourselves and knowing it’s OK to be different, blooming where we are planted.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Awaiting the adventure just ahead

A highway through the state of Utah on the way to the Grand Canyon National Park in Arizona. Photo taken while on a trip in August, 2013

 

If the path you choose

seems an arduous journey

look for adventure

 

around the corner.

It might be just the thing that

brings you sweet reward.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Footnotes; Things I’ve learned along the way. Looking back on the fun and adventure of summer vacations I remember our kids saying all the time while taking road trips, “Are we there yet?” That line later made its way into movie and TV scripts with the kid asking the same question over and over. Even now we can get impatient in life not just with the literal trips we take, but metaphorically speaking of the long journey in life of our chosen path, and it may seem it will take forever to achieve. Some will have their rewards and others  may not. But, a chance taken is sometimes worth the risk. How we travel and whether we carry baggage along the way often determines its success.

As beautiful as a rose

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There is no job more

worthy of honor or praise,

none more difficult;

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None more deserving

of earning payment or raise

than that called ‘Mother.’

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She gives of herself.

With her heart she nurtures those

she’s given to love.

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She embraces life

because she cherishes what

she is blessed to have.

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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS AND GRANDMOTHERS OUT THERE!

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


The Daily Post: Weekly writing challenge, Student/Teacher

Good writing is not

in perfected form, but in

a corrected form

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Submitted for the http://dailypost.wordpress.com/     Weekly writing challenge,  Student/teacher

The above haiku poem is a lesson I learned when I was a member of the Christian Writers’ Guild years ago and mentored under instructors like Jerry B. Jenkins (author of the New York Times best-selling Left Behind book series and founder of the CWG) whom I admire and respect as a writer. While being mentored by a published author assigned to me I learned that good writing is the result of re-written, revised and re-edited material not just once, but a number of times. And it has paid off considerable times when I have resubmitted pieces to publishers after the first and consecutive rejections. If after the third rejection and re-edited, revised material one might reconsider or re-examine the piece entirely and decide it is worthy of submitting again and again. But, in the process it can make one a better writer and teach perseverance and patience. I think that is the ultimate lesson a writer learns above all.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Having hope is easy…but faith? Well…

Hope is what I have,

Faith is what I strive to gain;

more of which I need

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If you have come to my site looking for poems for the 30 day NaPoWriMo challenge of posting a poem a day, you can see this and all those posted under the month’s archive with the last and final one today, above. Most are newly written poems never before posted on my blog. Some are old poems written years ago, some published, but never posted here before this month. All of those posted for this 30 day challenge can be found under the category of the NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). I have not used any of the optional prompts provided by their site, but instead my own ideas to write what I wanted to post for that day, so hope no one has been disappointed. As you have been able to tell by now, I have had a variety of all kinds, types and subjects including some fantasy, funny and whimsical.  🙂 Poetry is one of the genres I love to write, but it is not the only thing. I love writing fiction too, and soon will be back to posting some again. I hope you have enjoyed some poems I have posted here, but there are a whole lot more poems under the poetry and Haiku categories.  I celebrate today for several reasons. First off, it is my birthday today. Second, it is the last day of the poetry challenge and I kept up with it, posting each day in spite of the fact that I have had some serious health issues for several months and recently (yesterday) had arthroscopic surgery on my left knee to correct problems with it after having a total knee replacement a few years ago, so will take some days off to rest and recuperate.  Another reason to celebrate is that it is spring now, my favorite season and things are all turning green, flowers are in bloom, and much or most of our city here in Loveland has undergone and finished the repair and restoring of our roads, parks and river areas devastated by the terrible flood last fall here in Northern Colorado and the Front Range. Those are all happy and positive reasons for celebrating this day and this season. So, a Happy Spring to all out there. And, thank you all for reading, and for the positive comments, follows and likes on my posts and poetry.

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Joyce E. Johnson  (2014)

Nurturing what we plant

Like seeds planted and

nurtured, our fruit is known by

that which feeds our soul.

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Joyce E. Johnson  (2014)

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