Apple Creek Poetry by Paralee Eadie

Do you ever wonder why

God created things?

 Do autumn leaves worry about

The fact that they’re growing old?

And their leaves are no longer green,

But orange and red and gold?

 By faith the lilac sets her buds

While icy winds do blow,

Waiting for the warmth of spring,

Trusting God to make it so.

 Did you ever feel like God didn’t answer your prayer? Like you prayed and prayed, but God just didn’t hear you?

 He's not afraid of bugs and worms,

Says they can't give you infections,

And God gave men logical minds

So they never need directions!

 My daddy is so very smart,

There's nothing he can't do.

He knows how to fix anything!

He just needs duct tape and some glue.

 Forgive me, Lord, for my fear and doubt,

And for not trusting in Thee,

But letting my problems overwhelm,

Thus robbing Your peace from me.

 To show My tender, loving care

To little ones and others,

I placed a part of My heart

In the heart of every mother

 The world is in a mess.

There is violence, drugs, and war,

A failing economy,

A lack of hope, and more.

 Lord, You've made me a father.

I'm as pleased as I can be.

I have such hopes and expectations,

And I've planned so carefully.

 For I've created this child.

I've placed her in your hand,

Not to map out her destiny

But to carry out My plan.

An Eadie Family story of God's ability to provide 

We moved to Oregon in 1977. It's something we had talked about doing for years, because we preferred a slower paced, rural life than Southern California afforded us....

 This stone is symbolic of these two passages in Scripture. Let it be for you a reminder of all the times in the past when you have seen God do mighty things for you

 “You blew it again, weakling,”

Satan whispered in my ear.

“You call yourself a Christian?”

And he filled my heart with fear.

 I opened up my Bible,

And within its pages read,

God cares about each sparrow,

In shame, I hung my head.

 Pearls, those beautiful, lustrous, valuable gems, start as a source of irritation....

 The seas toss and the oceans roar,

The mighty waves swell and raise

Then break and pound upon the shore,

Thundering out God’s praise.

A project that you can make 

to bring encouragement to others 

 An army of pilgrims,

A journey through time,

Our map is God's Word,

Up to His throne we'll climb.

 I’ve been in hibernation,

Like the trees in winter are.

Though I plug along day by day,

I never get very far.

 You’ve worked hard for your success.

You can rightly feel proud,

But before you begin to boast,

Consider how you’ve been endowed.

 Is there a battle?

Are you under attack?

Is the enemy winning?

Then it's time to fight back!

 The President has made a choice

With which you disagree.

What is your obligation

And your responsibility?

 We have our plans, our hopes, our dreams.

The path ahead seems straight and clear.

Our lives are full, our lives are sweet

With many people we hold dear.

 God spoke and the world came into being.

By His word was all the earth framed.

What comes from our mouth, very often,

Frames our personal world just the same.

 God put us together. He made us all one

To serve His body, to get His work done.

 We’re women of faith.

Our calling is sure.

Victory is ours!

We’ll not just endure.

 This is a ministry of knitting, crocheting, or crafting of shawls, scarves, and/or lap blankets. As these items are made, you pray...

 Choosing to stand for what is right,

Even though the cost is great.

Standing in the gap for the weak

Against tyranny and hate.

 God created each of us

With a very special gift.

This gift is our memory,

That back in time we may drift.

 The days we've all spent together

Have created memories so dear,

Of teachers, and friendships, and laughter

Over year after school year.

 The canvas of my life

Started out pure and white,

Then the brush of this world

Layered colors dark as night.