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.

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