Archive for the ‘Inspiration’ Tag

When to Him

When to Him I come and ask

for wisdom and understanding

to the questions I have,

with few answers to all that confuses the soul,

and though yet I trust Him

I know not what to do,

I ask still again, What is God doing?

What is the lesson here to be learned?

for too often I ask as if still to plead,

Did you not hear my prayer and my need?

There isn’t any doubt to all I believe,

but so often it’s hard to persevere,

and I wait on Him and think to myself,

did I not get it? Did I not hear?

And then, it is dawn and I see the sun

break through the clouds and fog now gone.

Sometimes it is like that with our heavy heart

when we are impatient, awaiting a breakthrough,

but soon rewarded; behold the Son.


Joyce E Mannhalter (C) 2019

And therefore will the Lord wait, that he may be gracious unto you, and therefore will be exalted, that he may have mercy upon you; for the Lord is a God of judgement; blessed are all they that wait for him. Isaiah 30:18 KJV Old Testament





The Promised Rock


 “Lady, do you want a pretty rock? I got pretty rocks. It just costs a nickel.”

The little red-haired, freckled boy stood outside my front door with a hopeful, expectant look. I didn’t think he could be over five years old. I smiled and said. “Sure. I’d love a pretty rock. Can I pick one out?”

 “No, I have to go get it. I will be right back.” Then he ran off down the street.

I went to get my nickel, then waited a few minutes at the door to see if he would return. He did. Running up to my door again, he held out his hand and a small, white, triangular-shaped rock lay in his palm. We made the exchange.

I said, “Thank you. That is a pretty rock.” Then he took off. As I watched him run back down the street I smiled and wondered if the little entrepreneur went looking  for another who might buy one of his rocks. There is nothing in particular about this little rock that stood out as anything special. But, it reminded me of the story in Matthew in the New Testament about John the Baptist who came as the forerunner telling all he met that God was sending the Son of God, the prophesied Savior. “I baptize you with water for repentance. But after me will come one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not fit to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy spirit and with fire.” Matthew 3:11

Christ came as the promised rock, the One whom we could place our trust  in and build our foundation upon. All that He asks from us in exchange for this gift of eternal life is to believe in Him, seeking forgiveness for our sins.

Jesus never demanded attention, did not dress to stand out in a crowd, or use other means to draw people unto Him. Yet, His love and compassion compelled people to come to Him. He stood out among the masses while doing what his father sent Him to do; loving all unconditionally, healing the sick, ministering to the poor, the hurting and brokenhearted, teaching grace and forgiveness. He came to fulfill the will of his father, to be the sacrificed lamb, the ‘promised rock’ of salvation. There is no way to the Father except through Jesus Christ, His son.

“The Lord is my rock and my salvation.” Psalm 18:2


Joyce E. Johnson (2018)

Quiet Rest


 There is a place of quiet rest

where I can go, and I can find

 inner strength to overcome

all that weighs upon my mind;

where I can feel

His healing touch

and rest assured

and know it’s real.

when I speak His name

with beseeching prayer

I feel His presence

and know He hears.

It’s near the heart

of God that I rest;

It’s in this place

I’ve come to be blessed.


Note: scripture references that inspired the poem above are found in Psalm 62: 1&2, Psalm 91, Matthew 11:28-30 (NIV) Below are my own thoughts and interpretations.

 We live in a world where commitments can rob us the time for things most important in our lives. Sometimes, the more we take on and commit to the less we have in us to maintain a balance, or even stay sane. We juggle. We run and rush around; but often cannot ‘rest’. If the body and mind is not at rest our soul isn’t either. We can lose what is most important, substitute or fill the void with things that do not bring lasting satisfaction.

God wants to bring us rest, take the weariness away, and fill the void with peace; a peace that lasts, one that is not temporary. It is on this foundation where we can build our fortress; one standing, firm and solid.  (Psalm 62: 1& 2). We can be like shifting sands that blow, carried along by winds currents, or storms in life. But, God wants to be our rock; unmovable, unchanging, unshakable, a solid foundation.

If we dwell in God’s shelter we need not fear the things that come against us, nor worry over things we cannot control. He’s the wings that cover us, the shadow that harbors us, the armor that shields us, and the fortress and stronghold that protects us, our refuge. (Psalm 91:4). His angels will stand guard over us day and night.  (Psalm 91:11). He will be with us during trouble in whatever form it comes, whatever disease we face whatever the situation, if we acknowledge His name.

God asks for us to give Him our worries so He can give us rest for our souls. His yoke is “easy”, his burden, “light”. He wants us to learn from Him those things which will make our load easier to bear because He takes on the heavy stuff so we don’t have to. (Matthew 11:28-30).

I am thankful to know the one in whom I trust, lean on and rest in.


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Posted February 7, 2014 by Joyce in Devotional, Faith, Inspirational Poems, My Writings, Poems

Tagged with , , , ,



To inspire others

Live by example; wisdom

is a great teacher


Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

The above photo is the Gulf Coast,  taken from my hotel room in 2009 on Galveston Island, TX. while on a vacation.  I have been experimenting a little with some old photographs, adding text messages, or haiku poems.

Sharing the unspoken words

Things to share, I say

with pen or keyboard, I write

words that come to mind


 seeking home or place

 a kindred soul to inspire

in it may it find


solace, rest and good

they are but mere spoken words

that no longer hide.


Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

%d bloggers like this: