He Whispers to Me

<p>As a teenager I often took walks imagining that Jesus was holding my hand as I talked with Him about the things going on in my life. He helped me cross the bridges of abandonment and insecurity in my childhood and later in life becoming a widow twice. I found Him to be the only anchor that I could hold on to. These poems express what Jesus means to me.</p> <p>These selections also express my own vulnerability and how amazed I am that He loves me and can still use me in spite of my flaws.</p> <p>I am only an instrument guided by His hand. </p> <p>My prayer is that these poems will both glorify my Lord and also bring the reader comfort as we travel this road with Him always by our side.</p>