The Bench Warmer

Why do you lie there

Upon the bird littered bench

With only a worn wool blanket

To cover you as in bed?

Have you chosen to be

Amongst these vacant streets

With others much like you

Eating from discards as a feast?

How can you thrive here

Depending on false spirits

For your only hope

And when you run out of it…?

Yet, how can I judge one

When so many times myself

I don’t enter the door

That leads me to health?

Grace is there for us to take

And to think a man in suit

Is any better off than you

Is to miss the point and Truth.

~ Wendy / 2001

My afternoon tea and devotional

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – not by works, so that no one can boast.

Ephesians 2: 8

Hint of autumn…

All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and the wind of our sins sweep us away.

Isaiah 64: 6

Rose in our church parking lot

But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him.

2 Corinthians 2: 14

Forgiven and saved by grace,

~ Wendy

Bench in our woodland garden

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  1. The word bench caught my eye and I’m delighted it did. What a lovely place I found to take my soul for a visit today. I have a feeling this is a place I’ll be able to come to again and again and drink from the well. You’ve blended photography and words to perfection while placing a devotional on the internet for anyone to partake. Thank you. Sheri

    1. Sheri, you’ve blessed me so much with your kind words. Ever since reading Catherine Marshall’s books, in the 1980s, I’ve wanted to be an inspirational writer. Thank you!

      Blessings dear new friend ~ Wendy

    1. Thank you. When we see street people we can give them the gift of eye contact and a smile. They are someone’s sister, brother or in my case a niece. She died 5 years ago this month during recovery. Brittany was only 16 and she was trying to help some friends who had not crossed the recovery bridge yet. She was brave and beautiful!

    1. Valerie, I cherish the memory of our first visit together after having met at church. It had been lonely in our new country home until then. Thanks again for that first visit and for our friendship that grew from it. ~ Wendy

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