He Whispers to Me

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.

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.

I am only an instrument guided by His hand.

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.