BELIEVE...

BELIEVE .. 

What a powerful magnificent word that shakes me to the core..

So much can be said, but it really is an adjective that puts a spotlight of who we are and what we know to be true..

I believe in a lot of things but I know this about what this one word does and says for me..

It motivates my longing to look into the eyes of God with faith .. Accepting His precious gift and standing on His promises that Jesus Christ died that you and I will live the rest of our life and into eternity,  in His Holy presence..

So I BELIEVE ..

It's just that simple!

I BELIEVE❤️

Merry Christmas to each one of you ❤️

CHOOSE LOVE❤️

CHOOSE LOVE ...

Back to the gray and gloomy sky.. 

Back to the sadness I want to defy..

Back to feeling like I've fallen into a crevasse that stretches

between  the mountains so high..

How desperate is the longing to be 

accepted by those who don't care..

Those who know fully the pain

they inflict, the sadness they intentionally bare..

Humanity, at its best, can be so cruel..

At its worst, can be unkind, selfish, cold, 

illogical, barbaric, a tortuous tool..

If but just a glance, a glimmer, a 

touch, a smile, a gesture..

How simple, how beautifully pure

is a hand to warm, not fester..

"Religious".. "Not religious enough"..

"Not even funny".."That's funny stuff"

"Strangely odd she is". Or "Wow, she's brave, she's tough"

Comments, judgements, cold shoulders, rude..

"Do unto others"

the saying goes..

Be  forgiving, be sweet"..that's my advise, ALL you sisters and bros.

Light up the day with a heart that is pure..

Love until it hurts..

It's that simple, for 

sure !!

Mark 12:30-31New International Version (NIV)

30 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b]There is no commandment greater than these.”

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/21/14

I WAS THINKING...

I WAS THINKING ...

Friendships can be difficult sometimes.

When you live as long as I have, friends are precious and are not quickly taken for granted ..

When younger, friends came and went like the waves on the shore..

Now that I am in the later part of life I think back on friendships that I  know were only acquaintances and those  I cherish now more than ever..

Today I'm sending love to those who valued my friendship at one time, as well as  those who still consider me a friend through time and eternity ..

Blessings to ALL ..

My memories are full of those cherished, fond, treasured times. 

 So to all who were in my life briefly or in it forever, I'm thinking of ALL of YOU today with a thankful heart ❤️

THE DREAM...

THE DREAM...

I had a vivid dream last night..

I dreamt about the older couple at our former church who  we had a falling out with, over a rather  heart wrenching disagreement ..

I dreamed that

God gave me a plain white box and told me to open it..

In it was three items .. A permanent black marker,

A beautiful white with gold tipped nylon round loofa scrubber, and another beautiful white and gold pen.

I said "Lord, why have you given me these items"?

He said.. "The black permanent marker represents the marker used as I write down the sins of your friends, even the ones you just had a disagree with, your  family, as well as your sins Patsy"..

But the gold tipped scrubber loofa is used to take away the sins committed in the lives of those who have repented, turned from their sin and asked me into their lives"..

The white and gold pen is the pen I use to write their name into the BOOK OF LIFE after they have been forgiven and their sins were wiped away"..

His message was very clear...

Even though I may disagree with my Christian brothers and sisters, I must never forget we are bonded by the righteousness of our Lord and Savior..

I must forgive them as Christ has forgiven me..

To love as Christ loved me.. He took my sins to the cross, was buried, but rose on the third day in order that I may have eternal life.

May I never forget what he has done and remember he has done this for all mankind ..

I do believe, as the old hymn says there is ..

 "Victory In Jesus".

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/05/14 

IF ONLY TEARS...

IF ONLY TEARS...

If only tears could wash away my fears..

If only tears could heal my broken heart..

If tears could make all things new..

The tears I've shed 

would take away  the storms of life..

My tears would heal the sick and

calm the ravages of life..

If only tears could mend the broken spirit of lost and lonely souls..

My tears would bring families strong and make them whole..

My heart renders

tears of anguish,

loss and yes even love..

I have cried tears that have released

my hardened heart...

If my tears could 

move mountains and mend the broken hearted ..

Then I shall cry until I see them smile, feel happiness and their lives can begin anew ..

It is then that I've taken my tears and sought the Lord of love, peace, redemption and grace ..

He healed all my fears, remorse, sin,

hatred ..

My tears brought me close to Him,

through His Spirit..  

Knowing soon, in His time, I will

see His glorious face..

 Until that day..may my heart never hardened again through these tears I shed..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/03/14

I WAS THINKING...

I WAS THINKING...

I was thinking about you..

As the wind stirs up

The old,  the new.

I see you my friend..

Through a faded image,

Through dreams that end..

I was thinking ..

If by chance, do you ever?..

Turn around, go back,

sift through near forgotten

treasures?..

I was thinking..

Reminiscing on captured images,

through translucent memories.. 

If your dreams render through

silhouettes, soft and shimmery..

I was thinking..

Time cannot erase happiness,

nor can it abolish our love..

Whether it be friendships past 

or family ties...

We've been blessed through

this lasting bond  from above..

God bless you my friend..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

11/26/14

GRAMMA GRAMS...

GRAMMA GRAMS ...

She was and is my hero

through time and eternity..

She was the  hardest 

working woman I've even known..

Apron on from dawn til dusk..

The sun rose and set by her,

as I now recall her character,

her strength, her demeanor..

She rarely sat down, so very hardworking .. 

If she did, her hands were not idle.

Her thick, hard working, callused

hands were busy crocheting, sewing,

or mending..

She raised her children to be as

strong as she was and never

give a day away to dishonesty,

distrust or laziness..

 I see her standing at the kitchen

sink peeling potatoes.. 

I see her at her kitchen counters,

baking or cooking her heavenly 

German meals for the ranch hands, but

mainly for the  family she loved so dearly.

I spent many overnight sleepovers

at Gramma's house.. 

She would let me comb her long

gray hair.  She would loosen her

hair from the bun she always wore.

Such precious memories I have

secured carefully in my mind,

cherished in my heart..

My mind walks through each room

of her little home.

Every nook and cranny held her 

treasures, her riches.

My thoughts of her are pure, solid

and unforgettable..

As I think back on my childhood, I remember now how this woman who showed me what

it was to live a full life, to give my

best, to always, always sprinkle

Love to every endeavor and to everyone

I  encounter...

In loving memory of:

Mary Grams 

(my Gramma Grams)...

1896-1967

Patsy McNutt Morgan

11/15/14

JESUS IN A JAR ...

  

I dreamt I had a jar,

It was shiny, bright, it glowed!!

I never ever opened it..

Too pretty, I suppose..

One day while feeling sad,
perplexed and feeling low..

I opened up the jar,

I finally let Him go!!

"You kept me in the jar..
You carried it so far"..

Little did I know, I'd kept
JESUS in that jar!

"All this time you've wasted,
 I was with you in that jar..

Everywhere you went,
even riding in your car"..

"Please don't cry or worry,
you've finally let me out..

I'll carry all your burdens,
no matter the amount ..

I realized my mistake,
 I finally let him in..

He's taken all my burdens,
he's taken away my sin..

I know you've heard about Jesus..

Don't carry him in a jar..

Just pray and ask forgiveness..

You'll be as shiny as a star..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

11/05/14

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FAITH...

Faith is knowing that in the midst of struggle and temptation..
Beyond the darkness..it is faith, love and mercy that releases
condemnation ..

I do not see beyond the veil, but I  pray for understanding and direction..
It is my faith  that has been sequestered, through  turmoil, uncertainty, illness and degradation ..

It is by blind faith I pray, knowing  God  already has the answer for all that I seek..
It is truly believing that in His own time, His answer will be revealed specifically to me..

Those who have gone on before me and the few that are with me now..
It is and was their witness, their grace, their undying faith that spoke so loudly...

Those who possess the God of glory, knows His crowning love and grace ..
I praise and thank you Jesus .. I hold their hands with yours,  on this earthly place..

I have stumbled, but  never felt  abandoned,  nor have I ever doubted my faith ..
It is with assurance,  thanksgiving  with perseverance, that
I kneel and praise God for His everlasting mercy, forgiveness and grace ...

For indeed it is written:
"Faith is the substance of things for, evidence of things not seen"..
Hebrews 11:1

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/15/12
Rewritten and revised on11/05/14

MY SON...

MY SON ..

He was the fairest child of six..
Full of fun, smiles and plenty of grit..
Never shied away from adventure..
Curious, bold, full of wonder..
Each day he took on the world..
Fearless, careless, a real thrill seeker..
Relentless and courageous all
rolled into one..
His strength gave him resilience
to fight his inner being, to be bold ..
I realize now,more everyday, how really
tough he is..
I read all the time about others, like
him, who have fought their battles and lost..
There are those self righteous, indignant
do gooders, yes cowards, who have no clue
who he is ..
You take my breath away my son..
You are not afraid to be honest with who
you truly are..
You have learned to live your life to the
fullest, as you always have,
 even as a small child..
I pray every day for your safety, knowing
there is  so much intolerance toward
you and millions of others who stand
in a place where you have to be strong..
My LOVE for you is immense, my son..
But my pride is greater..

With All My Love,
Mom

11/01/14

Written by this loving  mother whose son lives his life
as a proud gay man..
I love you with all my heart Jared ..
You truly are the strongest man I know..

MY TESTIMONY.....

My Testimony

When  I was a little girl I used to walk to our quaint little Congregational church across  busy railroad tracks  and highway  to get there .. Whoever my Sunday school  teacher was, taught me about Jesus..
I remember even as that little girl how much I loved God..

I also remember loving Sunday school . Every Sunday my mom would take a Hanky tie and a few pennies , nickels, and if I was really Fortunate,  a quarter, dimes.
I remember dressing up in a white robe and a black bow over my Sunday clothes and I would light the alter candles every Sunday after Sunday school , before church..
 I always loved CHRISTMAS time in that church.. Each class would stand in front of the church full of people and recite what I know now were scripture verses to celebrate Jesus' birth in a CHRISTMAS program on Christmas Eve .
The CHRISTMAS Tree was always a huge floor to ceiling tree decorated majestically ..
When I was about 10 years old our family moved to a smaller town and I dutifully attended Sunday school in the little Methodist church .

When I was about 12-13 years old, one of my best friends invited me to a revival at the  Baptist church in my small hometown..
I listened carefully thinking how different the services were from the Congregational and Methodist churches I had attended prior as a little girl .
 The visiting pastor preached that you must repent, ask forgiveness of your sins and ask Jesus into your heart ..
At the end of the pastors SERMAN, I felt an incredible urge to go forward and speak to the pastor during alter call. I really did not fully understand the urgent feeling .. But of course I know now it was the Holy Spirits nudge and conviction..
I remember saying something kinda off the wall when he asked why I came forward ..
Thankfully he asked me pertinent questions
Like,  did I understand Christ died for my sins and do I want to ask for forgiveness and ask Christ into my life?
I said "yes I do"!!
I believe that is the day I was saved..
Years went by.. I fell away from going to Sunday school and church..
I met and married my husband and we had our first child and I remember talking to my husband Larry and telling him that I wanted to start going to church and raise our family "in church"..
We visited several churches and found a church we liked.. I remember the feeling and thinking, yes, God is here and this is the church ..
Little did I know my sister Claudia had been saved and she and her mother in law had been praying for Larry and I to find a church home and be saved ..

We attended church several Sunday's until one Sunday we both felt that familiar call and nudge of the Holy Spirit to go forward and ask Christ into our lives ..
I had never really forgotten the first time I had repented and asked him into my heart many years before..
But this time I followed  through with being baptized  that was a public confession that I was saved ...  the death burial and resurrection of Christ ..
As I grew spiritually, I began to serve many years as a Sunday school teacher with the youth group and later in the young married couples .. Three of our children accepted The Lord in that church..
Then problems happened .. We had to move to Seattle because  that was where construction jobs were. The company my husband had worked  for several years, decided to bid jobs on that side of the state..
Economy was bad in Tri Cities.. In fact so bad we almost lost our home.. But by a mighty act of God we sold our house ..
The move was difficult on our older kids, now pre-teens and or teenagers.. We started having problems with
them .. My husband started drinking ..I could not understand why ..  AFTER ALL ,
I LOVED AND SERVED THE LORD ALL THOSE YEARS..
 I would go to church and cry all through the sermons!!
We started having marital problems as well, of course  .. We stopped going to church..
Oh! I still felt like I loved The Lord.. I just couldn't go to church..
Again with the fervent prayers of my sister with many years away from the fellowship .. I began to yearn for the fellowship of Gods people and mainly to worship God again.
So when Claudia moved here from MN. I promised myself I would search for a church with her and get back to where I belonged..
One scripture that God has giving me during my search and helped me to understand is
Ephesians 2:8-9 KJV -
'For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast."
It was not up to me, but God!! It is His gift.. His grace!! Nothing I do or could ever do would I be worthy!!
So yes, even though my heart is heavy, and I cry during worship .. I have learned, truly it's ok to cry .. It's The Holy Spirit and    I have to just put my complete trust in him.. It is victory over the deceiver ..Get back into the fellowship .. And know that ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR THOSE Who  LOVE THE LORD.
Romans 8:28

MY EARLY MORNING TEARS...

 MY EARLY MORNING TEARS...

Peacefully the night slips away with
each drop of morning dew..
I am wakened by the filtered morning
light as it peeks it's way through..

Even earlier, as the night descends its
darkness, it's shadows fade..
My dreams drift away like a
cloud swept images in a parade..

My heart is burdened, my spirit weeps..
The what if's, the why nots, the quiet
room is loud with guilt, my soul
no longer wants to keep..

I whisper quietly ..
"Are you here Lord?"
His presence fills the room
like cloth ripped by a sword..

Take my burdened soul, my restless spirit,
my heavy heart, my early morning tears..
Swiftly the crowded thoughts vanish..
Taken are the piercing pain and fears..

Silently the anxiety drifts away on
the river doubt and shame..
Blistering tormented tears are
what has given me strength,
Truly I've valiantly gained..

For the very truth of my salvation,
is that Christ died in my place..
So that I may have victory over
Death, I repented, truly I now live through
His sacrifice, that I so affectionately embrace..

Revelation 21:4
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/30/14

PEACE...

PEACE...

Peacefully the night slips away with

each drop of morning dew..

I am wakened by the filtered morning

light as it peeks it's way through..

Even earlier, as the night descends its 

darkness, it's shadows fade..

My dreams drift away like a 

cloud swept images in a parade..

My heart is burdened, my spirit weeps..

The what if's, the why nots, the quiet

room is loud with guilt, my soul 

no longer wants to keep..

I whisper quietly ..

"Are you here Lord?"

His presence fills the room like cloth ripped through a sword..

Take my burdened soul, my restless spirit,

my early morning tears..

Swiftly the crowded thoughts vanish..

The burdens are lifted,

no longer do I fear..

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”  John 14.27

Patsy McNutt. Morgan

10/04/14

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS...

They were and are  my childhood friends..
The very ones that collectively
thought our younger years
would never end..
Yet here we were, gathered
together, years later..
We spoke briefly of those
tender young years of days
gone by..
We mainly spoke of the
tumultuous journeys we had
encountered since we last were
together..
We spoke of finding happiness..
But also spoke the truth of loss..
Delving into our sometimes saddened
lives, yet knowing we sat on mountain tops.
The honesty was compelling..
Not one expounded on brevity..
There was no boosting, no prideful
tales..  We sat as equals looking deep into
each of our inner beings with true friendship,
with caring and understanding..
Each one weathered the storms of life with courage,
with intellect, with strength ..
Yes, they were and are my childhood friends..
We found renewal in our friendships ..
Inner strength with fortitude and love have carried each
one through these many years to the present..
It is an honor and a privilege knowing each of them..
I pray they all stay  strong and beautiful until we meet again..

With All My Love,

Patsy

WHAT WAS I THINKING?....

After much soul searching over the last few days
I have learned and have pledged to myself to:

1.) Never EVER spend SO MUCH TIME ON FACEBOOK
from this day forward...
2.) ALWAYS K.I.S.S. ( keep it simple stupid)..

ALSO .. AND JUST AS IMPORTANT since off Facebook for the last
few days I have learned and pledged to myself to:

1.)  Just ask God .. I was talking to him and said.. "If you want me to volunteer..
Just have someone ask me"!!
 They did and I will !!
( beats ME wasting time on FB)

2.)  A.  I pledged to myself to ride my bike again as often as possible from now until the weather gets too cold to ride..
      B. Back to the difficulty, but not the impossibility of losing weight.
(Get out and do something,  I will only benefit)


My new motto " GO WITH THE FLOW"...
Yes, just relax and chill !!

Off I go !!

MERCY GIVEN, MERCY RECEIVED...

I am finally getting a sense of moving on since I retired several months ago..
One priority was doing something on a volunteer basis.
I finally said to The Lord.. "God,  if you want me to do something.. Have someone ask"..
 Well someone asked!!
I still have to contact the lady WHO ASKED.. But I was reminded .. "You said, if someone asked.. Now what are you going to do?"
It's one of those new beginnings I talked and prayed about long before the day of my retirement..
Another pressing life changer was settling and attending church regularly again..
Little by little and bit by bit God gave me the answer I desperately needed..
Going and attending several churches services with my sister Claudia was so beneficial to the choice of worship ..
So I am so happy God is not done with me.. I have failed Him miserably over the years..
What am I saying?  I've failed Him recently..
True to His Word.. I know I'm forgiven, as I again lifted my heavy heart before Him and ask for His grace and mercy..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
09/05/14

THIS BROKEN SPIRIT HEALED

THIS BROKEN SPIRIT HEALED...


Insecurities, worries, fright and weakness ..

All characteristics we all dread and want

 to ignore in our hour of darkness ..

In these times, they weigh us down like an albatross.

It chokes and tethers us like a prisoner without reprieve

and binds us like shackles that bind..

Alone in the early morning..

I am awakened..  I am now very much alert

 as if I was never asleep..

My heart is heavy with the burdens of

commission as well as omission ..

I am faced with the realities of my

inequities and the truthfulness of

my emptiness ..

I look at myself, as if in front of a mirror..

Please I beg.. Take this wretchedness..

Unbind, remove and take from me the

Burdens that weigh me down.

For it is these self inflected wounds that

keep me bound and sinful ..

Give me your light, I pray, with your

Omnipotent powerful love, forgive me..

Within that very instant with laser like speed,

this broken spirit is healed ...

I am whole, unshackled and free..

Free to start anew and to share my redemption

story to anyone who needs and is hungry for

His living word, His forgiveness, His eternal Love ..


Patsy McNutt Morgan
09/02/14

TO WANDER...

Sometimes I wonder
what it would be like
to live far far away..
Alone up high in the mountain..
No distractions all day..

Just the sound of the
wind rustling the trees..
Or the sound of the snow
melt raging by a nearby creek..

To experience green rolling hills
before me as I walk mile after mile..
To breath the crisp morning air ..
The picture just makes me smile..

Later after dark, the sky erupts
with a twinkling starry night..
The moon crests with its yellow hue,
such a glorious magnificent sight..

All night time creatures stop, just a brief
moment to look beyond their burrow..
They seem to know the scene  is a still brief
moment before the rising sun tomorrow ..

How magnificent is the world
in which we live and see before us..
Take time to wander down its path,
it's tributaries, it's mountains, so grandiose .

Patsy McNutt Morgan
08/19/14







Patsy McNutt Morgan

MY CHARTED PATH...

MY CHARTED  PATH...

I think too much ..
I eternalize, wallow in self pity, worry, fret and cry ..
Why, Oh why, Oh Why??

I bath in the futile waters
of what could be or should have been..
I wail in the emptiness
of my imperfections,
all my castigating sin..

In the darkness I am reminded of my worth..
He reminds me once again.. I am His, He knew me before birth ..

From the self inflicted
mire, I am lifted..
Lifted to the light out of
withering emptiness..
With his touch I am eternally gifted..

Charted is my path of
righteousness and blessings..
Driven by the power of my Holy God..
I seek and am given
strength and cleansing..

I no longer wander through the desert of despair and destitute ..
My mind is clear, my heart is pure, He has and is changing my attitude..

Simply, I have given myself and by faith I accept my fate..
So with His hand in mine,
together, we will walk through this life, then ultimately through heavens gate..

Isaiah 58
Isaiah 41:10

Patsy McNutt Morgan
08/09/14

COME BACK MY CHILD...

Where have you gone my child?
I thought I knew your heart..
I no longer hear its beats..
I see your face yet I don't recognize
your expressions or your smile..
I hear your laughter but no
longer hear its joy..
There is a distance now where
there used to be a bond of love..
The miles between us could
never separate our hearts..
Now we are worlds apart..
Missing now is life we once
shared in common..
You have slipped into darkness..
I whisper and shout your name
until my voice can no longer speak..
Come back my child..
Come back to the one who
loves and who is the light..
I will be waiting until I hear
you speak with reverence ..
My loving arms are reaching
out to hold you close again..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
08/08/14

MY SILENT VOICE ...

I have no voice..
My voice is still..
Though truth speaks..
My words  are not audible ..
My mouth,  it moves,
but no sound is heard ..
You won't listen,
You turned away ..
I try to talk,
I try to reason..
You closed the door
You still won't listen..
My voice is silent..
I'm like a mime ..
My words are dormant ..
You will not listen..
You do not hear me..
I walk away ..
My voice is silent..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/25/14

My thought of the day.. WWJD?

Seriously .. WWJD?
I read everyday the travesties of humanity,
while we sit in comfort ..
Full bellies.. Never going to bed hungry,
unless we are dieting trying to get rid
of the extra weight we have put on due to
the food we have gorged ourselves
with, because of  over eating and gluttony..
Our homes, big or small .. We have a roof
over our heads, shelters from the elements of
the weather..  Heated, air conditioned from
the extreme cold or heat from the seasons
that come and go.
We are blessed with families who love us.
Most would do anything for us in
rough times that may besiege us from time to
time..
I say all this because I see heartlessness.
I see people turning on those much less fortunate than us.. For what reason?  Seriously, WWJD?
Many say it is out of what they call "righteous indignation"..
Seriously, "WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?"
Truly we are in the last days.. Scripture teaches
To give to the poor, love our neighbors,
Not to judge others.. Wars and rumors of war.
Yet we yell obscenities to those who need our
help and shout our rights are being trampled..
Seriously, "WWJD"?
So I sit and cry for those much less fortunate than myself.
Yes, I shall pray that those who shout the loudest,
hate with vengeance, instead of reaching out to
those whose hearts are broken as well as  their spirits ..
Yes.. I pray for you my Christian friend.. You should know better.
After all,  "WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?"
Reach out and let God do the rest..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/23/14

TODAY .....

Today I hear the
music of my heart..
I hear the fulfillment
of lasting love..
I hear a distant
memory from the
rapture of a thought..
Peaceful, silent chords
that carry me away..
Today I see a rhapsody
in the earth and sky..
The soft gentle sound of
birds sweet song..
The flower as it opens
Itself to live, to its beauty..
Today I feel the touch
of a warm summers breeze ..
Gently carries with it,
 the scent of blissful content..
Today I am surrounded
by life and every living,
breathing, sight and
sound that restores
my blessed, thankful soul ..
I bow my head in silence,
with gratitude..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/14/14

THE ELOQUENCE OF A SUMMERS EVE

The warmth lingers from the long summers day..
The still fragrant air permeates from
each flower bouquet..

The summer day succumbs to a warm evening with soft gentle light..
Long  fingerling shadows drift silently, blissfully into the  night..

Perpetual tender thoughts
rule in this lasting night air..
Those graceful  sweet images float effortlessly,
Without  sorrow, without care ..


In this brief moment of  stillness there is an eloquence to this sensuous evening..
Life's bitterness is now but a faded memory...
It is replaced by the beauty that surrounds, as it envelops me..

Simple serenity coupled
with  the sweetness of its
grace and light..
I quietly gaze into
the last evening rays
 of this eloquent summers
night   ...


Patsy McNutt Morgan
On  the eloquent evening
of  07/08/13

DO NOT HATE...( my thought of the day)...

DO NOT HATE..
(My thought of the day.)...

I am so sad and dismayed..
Saddened by foul, wretched,
vile hatred ..
They say they have rights to
say what they have to say..
They say they believe in their
"Righteous Indignation" and
use God as their shield of truth..
Well my friend.. I have to ask..
What God do you serve?
Jesus spoke very plainly
of two commandments,
in fact, are the summation of the
Ten Commandments ..
To love God and to Love
You neighbor...
(Mark 12:30-31New International Version (NIV)
30 "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.”
Footnotes:
Mark 12:30 Deut. 6:4,5
Mark 12:31 Lev. 19:18)
I do not see these commandments in their words,
their actions, or their demeanor..
So instead of condemning them ..
I'll pray for them and ask the Holy Spirit
to convict their souls ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/07/14

CHANCE MEETING ? (Thought of the day)...

My thought for today ...

I was biking through a park the other day
and ran into a old friend ..
It was clear she had been through a lot
and had seen better days..
In fact, the last time I saw her were in the days
of her youth and she was radiant then and
the innocence of youth was hers as it is
with all of us in those tender years.
She shared boldly that she struggled with
an addiction that had ravaged and stole from her
the beauty that she once had.
Seeing her tore at my spirit and troubled
my soul so deeply..
I hugged her and wished her well after talking
and catching up with her. She had  asked about my
family and I had asked about hers. We shared and
exchanged hind sights and questionable futures.
As I departed, I pleaded that she please take
care of herself.
It wasn't an accident I ran into her.
No, I believe it was one of those times God
put us together to remind me how fragile life is and
there are many friends that require more than just a
chance meeting in a crowded park.
Today my old friend lays fighting for her life
in a hospital.  What was to be a simple surgical
procedure turned into a hellish ongoing nightmare
that may ultimately take her..
Chance meeting? No,  I ran into to my old friend
that day to remind her and I both what brought us
together many years ago in the first place.
You see I used to be her Sunday School teacher..
We were both reminded how precious our God
Is and how we both are reaching to be close to
Him again..
Today I am reminded of a sovereign, loving,powerful
God, who gave me the opportunity to see an old friend..
Chance meeting ?  I think not..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
06/24/14

PS..
My friend passed away a few days ago..
God rest her soul ❤️

DREAM...

DREAM...

Close your eyes and
dream..
Dream deeply until tomorrow..
Dream of fairies that
throw their
 stardust that
scatter opulence
and grandeur ..
Dream of clouds
that carry you
far above the moon
into the stars..
Dream of where the
angels fly
where no one else
but you can see..
May they whisper
to you their song
 of love and hope ..
May your dreams
give you love, kindness
and strength..
Enough to bring back,
to always share with all
who are weak and
need your wondrous
touch ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
Written for Grand daughter Samantha
On her 8th Birthday
07/01/14

THE RAILROAD BRIDGE.,.

Tucked away, far away in time, was a memory she  had almost forgotten..
Something today reminded her of this near forgotten moment in time ..
It helped her remember the person, the young adventurer she thought she
always was ..
You see, at times, when she felt like being alone, she would walk the train
tracks that went right through the center her small town.
She'd walk the now abandon train tracks to the railroad bridge that crossed
the river below.  At that time though, trains were still going through
Her small sleepy town.
She would cautiously, very carefully, walk on each tar pitched railroad ties/planks
between the rails to the middle of that bridge to the next cement pillar.
 Her heart would begin to race with fear that a train
could come at any time.
Somehow, she masterfully jumped down to the cement  pillar below
the railroad tracks.  It was there below the railroad tracks, in the middle of a
river, she could actually sense  the wonder of her adventurous spirit.
Feeling the warm soft summer breeze and hear the sounds to the
river crashing into and against the pillar.  She loved watching the tiny mud swallows
darting in and out of their nests tucked neatly under the bridge.
Those wondrous days always felt as though time was standing still .
It was her sanctuary between rail  and water.
One day she etched their names  for time and eternity..
She wonders ... Has time erased the crude etchings of so very long ago ?
Her world was so very small and love was so very tender, so insatiably sweet..
She  closes her eyes, she can still see it so clearly ..
Yes, time seemed to stand still during those younger years of her life.
Life was so innocent, love was intense and happiness was that first
boy she once loved..
Many years have passed, as quickly as does the river below that railroad bridge.
 Still she can recall that young fresh faced girl who has traveled many more miles through some pretty rocky terrain since that time.
How she wished she could go back in time and tell that young girl
that her broken heart did mend..
She did meet and marry her Prince Charming.  Life wasn't always easy.
There will be some pretty rough  times ahead and that they raised a large family and she worked at a profession she truly loved .  In fact her life was much like walking across the
railroad bridge with those gaps between each railroad tie where she could see
the rushing current of  the river.  It always caused much fear and trepidation for her while crossing, but she always made it across .
She made it through life much like the brave adventurer she always thought she was when she was so young.
She would tell her younger self that her life turned out better than she had ever hoped it would.. This one valued lesson was for certain and she can proudly say .. out of the fear and through life's adventure, she had never gave  up on herself .

PatsyMcNutt Morgan
06/28/14

My thought of the day...

In the midst of turmoil,
happiness and life..
There is a poet interpreting
with context.
Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/20/13

WHERE NATURE HOLDS COURT...

WHERE NATURE HOLDS COURT ...

Sometimes I  want
to close up shop,
To run away,
To make it stop..

Leave the sounds
of misery behind..
To hear the sound
of butterfly wings,
the gentle whispering
kind..

 I 'll breath in the freshest air,
I'll soak in the noon day sun..
They both unshackle
each care and woe, until
their work on me is done..

It's like a dream that
all came true..
I'm basking in its
wonder..
To walk where nature
holds its court..
 I want to stay
Forever...


Patsy McNutt Morgan
04/08/14
Revised 06/20/14

My thought for today...

Even though some of you don't comment

on my posts..

STILL, MANY OF YOU DO!!

I very much enjoy bumping into YOU

when I'm out and about.

 Usually Lar-Bear is with me and YOU 

seemed genuinely pleased to meet him

and tell him that YOU feel

 like you already know him through my many posts

I've shared about him.

Today I just want to tell you ALL 

how grateful I am to have YOU as a friend.

More importantly I appreciate YOU putting up 

with me.. I know how very annoying I can

 be at times on certain subjects and opinions..

Still YOU stick with me through it all.. 

Today I just want to let YOU ALL know 

I LOVE YOU 

( posted on 06/19/14 on Facebook )

SWINGING TO THE MOON AND STARS...

When I was just a little girl
so many years ago..
No fear of my tomorrow's,
my fantasies in tow..

I would love to swing..
I loved to swing so high..
To the moon and stars,
I imagined I could fly..

The hills before me would
wrap me in their splendor..
I imagined I was beyond those
hills swinging, beyond any
earthly pleasure..

High, much higher,
beyond solid ground,
beyond  the stormy sea..
Excitement  lifted my spirit
to the moon and stars is
where I could see into eternity..

Imagination is a gift, a gift I still
use to dream, I use to forget..
That swing took me far away
from the realities I still often regret..

Age has not taken that
little girl inside of me ..
I'm swinging in my starship..
Off to the moon and stars..
I'M FREE...

Patsy McNutt Morgan
Revised on 06/16/14

THE WIDOW...

THE WIDOW...

She said' "I don't think physical
pain is worse than this"..
She gently dabbed her
eyes as she reminisced ..

The woman stood stoically
as a "friend" asked
How she was in passing..
The question was lifeless,
without heart or meaning..
Just to say something,
not sincere or lasting...

You see it's been years since
She lost the love of her life..
Her loss is still as fresh, as if
she'd been stabbed with a knife..

The uninterested "friend" just smiled
and callously went on her way..
Why, she thought, did she even
bother? I would have loved her
To linger awhile and stay..

Her days are now filled with
torment of loneliness and grief..
Hours spent alone even in a
crowd walking on down a street..

Oh, she wanders out and tries to
reach out to others, to mingle..
But very few understand her loss...
She used to be a couple, not a single..

Her thoughts go back to when they
were young, raising their family.
The memories and her dreams of those
precious years is what keeps her sanity...

 Her life is a life that she thought would
never be, nor did she even consider..
The years of happiness clouded any
adverse reality actually happening to her..

Today she looks up to see the clouds as they
drift lazily against the dawn of a brand new day..
Her gait is a bit slower as she walks down
the path.. Her thoughts are the memories
where she wants to live again and stay..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
06/13/14

BLISSFUL SERENITY...

BLISSFUL SERENITY

I have no place to be
I have no where to go
Contented in stillness
Satisfied with quiet
Listening to my heart
Learning to love
Thinking about life
Fascinated by a thought
Smiling at a memory
Puzzled by words
Perplexed at simplicity
Relieved by forgiveness
Subdued by Gods love
Cherishing life
In awe of creation
Amazed by wonder Changed by prayers
Grateful for beauty
Knowing is believing
Touching is feeling
Seeing, knowing
Simple pleasures
Blissful serenity ....

Patsy McNutt Morgan
05/29/13
Revised 06/09/14

A SIMPLE PLEASURE...

Once I'm on my bike,
I want to ride forever..
Never feel exhaustion..
It's when I feel superior..

To ride along a coastline
or on a tree lined road  ..
To listen to the waves crash,
Its like a secret code..

To breath in scented flowers
on every tree or bush..
To ride into oblivion..
Slowly, I'm in no rush..

Enjoy the sights, the beauty,
with every sunlit mile..
To rest in thoughts of wonder
 as I ride my bike in style.

It's such a simple pleasure,
it gives me such a thrill..
To ride my bike forever,
to conquer every hill..

For now l'll ride with limits
that my body can endure..
I'll dream that dream of
conquest .. Until I can
For sure..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
06/08/14

WHO IS SHE?

WHO IS SHE??

Who is this little old lady, who comes and visits daily ?
She stops by every morning and always  stays too late ..

I see her in the mirror or as I pass a window glass..
She stays in stride with me ..
God knows I try to pass ..

She's crazy as a coot, she laughs at all my jokes..
If I didn't know much  better, she's related to MY folks..

Her hair is getting thin and she colors it ta-boot!!
What ? She thinks it makes her younger?
I've got news ...
IT DON'T !!

Her boobs are long and saggy, her lips are creased and deep..
She is older than she thinks,
My gawd,  she's such a creep !!

I try with all that's in me, to ditch "Granny Tag a Long"..
But everywhere I turn, she's right where I belong..

" Oh my goodness Gracious"
" Oh My  Stars, good Grief"
For me there is no rest,
For me there is NO PEACE!!
  (My gawd, she talks like me)...

She's with me all day long..
She's with me night time too ..she seems to know each clue..

So tomorrow when I wake and  start another day ..
I am hoping she got lost,
It is all  I want and  pray !!

Patsy McNutt Morgan
09/15/11
Revised 06/05/14