Sunset On The Flower

By Pastor Dr. Ronnie Wolfe

For Aunt Nellie (Maddox) Drury Garrison

May 14, 2013 

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Each day of Spring brings welcomed flowers,

Soothing breeze, and flushing bowers.

Anxious plants anticipate

Their foliage green and buds not late.

Then pushing through the warm, moist soil

Come daffodils with stressing toil.

They grow as tall as Spring allows

And hope for safety from the plows,

Reminding me of a lady fair

Like a whisper in the air.

The Spring grows weary as time flies,

And Summer comes with brightened eyes.

This lady, like a flower, goes on

And cares for husband, child, and home.

Her private duty goes un-praised

Like hanging flowers on porches raised.

But as the Summer stretches out,

The flower dries; there is no doubt.

Then Autumn brings its golden hue,

The lady starts to come in view.

The Spring’s dear brightness is gone by.

The Autumn shuns the Summer sigh.

The Autumn daylight fades the brown,

But it brightens as the sun goes down

So the lady comes from Spring’s bright show,

Through Summer’s harshly sunlit glow.

In Autumn’s coolness here she stands

‘Fore winter’s coldest shadow lands;

The lady fair sits warm with grace,

Happy countenance on her face.

So stands she firm on God’s good earth

And gives God glory in mounting mirth.

Spring and Summer have gone by;

Autumn’s here, and with a sigh,

She stands here firm at every hour;

Enjoy the sunset on the flower.

The flower has beauty through the day,

As in her life she’d live and play.

But there is no beauty for this hour

Like the golden sunset on the flower.

Miracle Of The Bank Check

This miracle is not so little.  I once gave my son $450.00 to pay his rent, or he would be evicted. He had lost is job and had no money to pay his rent, and with a small child, it was beyond me to allow that to happen.  This made my budget very tight.

The next day I came to the office, and my secretary had laid the mail on my desk, as he usually does. In that mail was an envelope that was opened, and a long form was sticking out that looked somewhat like a check.  I looked at the check and noticed that it was a bank check, a certified check.  The note said it was from an anonymous person, so I cannot thank that person, which makes me feel really bad.

The total amount of the check of $500.00.  This was a real miracle.  If this has never happened to you, then you don't realize how God can bless.  Also, I am sure many miracles, both small a great, have happened in your life; but most of us do not think of them so much.

We think of these things as coincidences, but they are actually miracles from God.  Be sure to count your blessings every day and notice the miracles.

Miracle of The Phone Reminder

I was driving home from Warren, Michigan, and I knew that I had already used my last blood-pressure pill. I needrf to stop at K Mart Pharmacy in Harrison, Ohio, and get the already-filled prescription for my blood pressure medicine.  I thought, "That will be the first thing I will do when I get to Harrison."

I arrived at Harrison, Ohio, at about 1:30 PM. I had completely forgotten by that time that I was to stop at K Mart and get my prescription. However, as I was on the exit ramp to Harrison, my phone rang with a reminder. It was from K Mart reminding me that I needed to pick up a prescription. Thank the Lord for small miracles.

Small Miracles 01

The Broken Fingernail

Some time had gone by since I had clipped my fingernails, due mainly to the fact that "someone" borrowed my fingernail clippers and did not return them.  They could not be found.

So I decided, finally, to purchase a new pair of fingernail clippers. On one Sunday morning before church I went to a Walgreens store and picked out a nice, expensive, quality pair of clippers. I took them to the checkout line and paid for them. Then I carried them to the car. I opened the car door and dropped the new fingernail clippers in the passenger sear.

As I pulled my hand in the car as I was sitting down, I raised my hand and caught it on something (I cannot figure what) and ripped my fingernail down to the quick.  This is a small miracle, because I had brand new fingernail clippers in a shopping bag sitting right beside me. 

I took the clippers out of the box and immediately went to work to clip and file my ripped fingernail. Then I just went ahead and clipped the rest of the nails. That is a small miracle, don't you think?

After This

By Ronnie W. Wolfe — April 17, 2013

A FUNERAL POEM

After this life eternity comes,
And God will add the totals and sums.
After this life no sorrows will shine,
But only God’s bread and eternal wine.

After this our dreams will come true;
We’ll leave stress behind and all will be new.
Our hearts are in tune with the heavenly choir;
Our voices will blend with them hour after hour.

After this we’ll stand by the shore
And with confidence praise our Lord evermore.
We’ll greet all our friends in that wonderful place,
And our favorite Friend we’ll see face to face.

Departing this life gives no lasting sorrow.
I’ll stay with my Lord for a lasting tomorrow.
I’ll leave with you memories for each lonely heart,
Give thanks to my Savior for taking my part.

So look to the heavens, expect a quick day
When all of your hurts will be taken away,
And look for a time of a Heavenly bliss.
It all will come true when we leave after this.

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I never did give a title to this poem, but I wrote it as an introduction to a sermon on 6/27/2010.

Sometime when all life's lessons have been learned,

And suns and stars forevermore have set,

And things which our work judgments here have spurned,

The things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet

Will flash before us through our life's dark night,

As stars shine most in deepest tints of blue:

And we shall see how all God's plans were right,

And most that seemed reproof was love most true.

And if sometimes comingled with life's wine

We find the wormwood and rebel and shrink,

Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine

Pours out this portion for our lips to drink.

And if some friend we love is lying low,

Where human kisses cannot reach his face,

O, do not blame the loving Father so,

But wear your sorrow with obedient grace,

And you shall shortly know that lengthened breath

Is not the sweetest gift God sends his friend

And that sometimes the sable pall of death

Conceals the fairest boon his love can spend,

If we could push ajar the gates of life,

And stand within, and all God's working see,

We would interpret all this doubt and strife,

And for such faint a mystery find a key.

By Pastor Dr. Ronnie Wolfe

6-27-2010

Talking In My Sleep

I don't suppose you have ever talked in your sleep.  If we do, none of us wants to remember it or express it publicly. Last night I spoke out in my sleep. This has not happened to me very often, but it does once in a great while.

I was dreaming that I was at a house, not my own, and children were there with costumes on along with masks. They were running around playing. I crawled under the porch in an area where it was dark. While I was there, a small girl came over to the area and looked into the space where I was, but she could not see me, because it was dark.  Just for fun, I was going to growl to scare her a little.  I began to make a louder and louder noise to scare this little girl, but she was not scared. She kept coming closer and closer to me and was almost up against my face while I was yelling in a low-voice growl. 

Then I woke up. I think the noise of my growl woke me up, because I was actually growling for real.  I looked around and saw my son at my bedroom door, and he said, "Are you all right?"  I said, yes, smiling a little.  I said, "I was just dreaming."  He thought I was having a heart attack.  I told him I was sorry.  I really did not mean to seriously frighten anyone.  Now it is funny.