I SAW THAT… -GOD

By Anita Mondragon
 
 
 The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.-Proverbs 15:3
 
Awhile back, I saw a little sign at a Christian Book Store.  At first, I decided to buy it for my eleven year old son, hoping that its words would cause him to think about his actions, knowing that God Almighty was watching his every move.  Then, I realized that I needed to think about my own actions as well, so I hung it in the kitchen for both of us to be able to observe it several times a day.


OCEAN’S OF LOVE AND FORGIVENESS

By Anita Mondragon
This morning when I awoke, I saw a full moon shining brightly over an ocean of blue sky. 


A LOVE LETTER TO MY SAVIOR…

By Anita Mondragon

The first heart’s just to let You know, You mean the world to me!

Your love has made me who I am-the best that I could be.

The second heart’s to tell You that You’ve made my life worth-while.

You’ve taken all my sadness, and shown me how to smile!

The third heart says, “I’ll never leave You…these ties I’ll never sever,

For You loved me then, You love me now, and I know YOU always will…forever! 

-Anita Mondragon 2020



A PRAYER FOR YOU, MY FRIEND

By Anita Mondragon


THAT DAY ON CALVARY

By Anita Mondragon


THE NEW YEAR

By Anita Mondragon
As the New Year drew near, I again found myself looking through some old writings.  I stumbled upon a poem written by an elderly lady that attended my dad’s church. She was a great poet, and a wise woman.  I decided to share the following with you. Enjoy! –anita


YOUR COMMON LIFE AIN’T SO COMMON!

By Anita Mondragon
I woke up this morning thinking, “Wow!  It’s ONLY Wednesday…nothing exceptional going on today…just ‘another day in paradise’!”


THE WAR IS NOT OVER!

By Anita Mondragon
“Things are not what they seem.  This is a world at war.  Each of us has a crucial role to play….  A battle is raging, and it is a battle for your heart.” -John Eldredge


FROM HIM, TO ME

By Anita Mondragon
During my early years of childhood, our family was very poor.  We lived in a ratty old house with plaster walls, most of which was missing.  My mom would stuff old rags in between the cracks to keep the cold out.  I wore hand-me-downs until I was eight years old, and slept in a crib until I was six.  Christmas for us was very different indeed.  We struggled to have food on the table, so my brother and I rarely had presents.  This poem came from a memory of one Christmas in particular.-anita


GOD’S PRESENCE…

 
By Michael Mondragon
 
I thought I would give my hard-working spouse a break today, as she has worked so hard the past week getting ready for our annual church Christmas party.