WHY Bother...? (poem) by Jms Bell on AuthorsDen

WHY Bother...?
by Jms Bell → (All Poetry by Jms Bell)
Thursday, July 13, 2017 Rated "G" by the Author.

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However you may feel about going-on another day, it is from my own experience that I implore you….try it with Jesus! Let Him be your 'Personal Companion'. You’ll find that living with Jesus it is worth it all! I bid you...turn to Him as I and millions of others have. He's waiting for you to take His hand, walk in His Presence and ...Journey on!

What’s in another day…? same old things…going the same old way …why bother? There’s really nothing special about another twenty four hour hassle so, why go farther…why bother? *We bother* because…. It’s not weak to say sometimes we feel like…giving up yet in fact, it’s honest and realistic But then, it’s not about our pre-destined day it’s about ‘Who’ re-fills our cup 'Who'...can keep us from veering…ballistic Why bother…? Jesus…He’ll always be there with His voice of sweet consolation within the whim of bitter fare He’ll walk us through with 'faith' conversation He gives us a nudge of encouragement when we come to a mountain or a hill then He reminds us…He’s heaven sent and has not left our side…still Why bother…? When the carnal armies attack without a doubt…we cannot survive solo but**...God!!!...has got our back against every rising adversary from below If we had to travel alone I would agree that we could not take it *but a Redeeming Savior* has proved and shown He’s our Conquering Hero…with Him…we make it! Why bother...? Because it’s an opportunity for a closer relationship with God! to actually feel his warm security as we tread this earth’s…hard sod It’s ‘He’ who beckons…each new day’s choral He’s the strength we thought was gone! He stands with us at every portal each day’s victory is already ours…**press on! Why bother…? Consider this…He who has All Power to take or give life…at will has deemed that we should live…in this hour despite the ravens and the quill He…is faultless…does not ever err by His unction...we live…we stay *it is then by…His…Good Cheer* that we are here to see another day In all the world there’s No Greater Love... than that of Our Heavenly Father! His Spirit…calls…from the Wings of a Dove… *I AM…the Greatest Reason…to Bother!* Is65:24,Jhn16:33,Psalm42:11,Lam3:22-23,Jer31:3 copyright;jmsbell-7/13/2017
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Reviewed by Georgia McDowell

Reviewed on September 26, 2017

I just love this inspirational piece Joyce. It makes my soul think, and it makes my eyes cry full of happy tears...just knowing that my Lord Redeemer lives & cares so much for me. It's good to have the brain - waves stroke gently my heart...especially when i can see another day to remember to give thanks and praises each day, for my Holy Gods many blessings. Thank you ... special servant of God Most HIGH! Love and blessings always to you dear JMS Bell

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on July 14, 2017

Such wonderful words of encouragement!!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

There's a difference between "giving up" and being ready to let go of this life. I "gave up" my dependence 25 years ago and let others get me out of bed every morning, enable me to work during the day and enjoy the evening, and make it through the night without the normal ability to even turn in bed.

Bothering usually doesn't cost anything. It generally means pulling one up by one's own bootstraps and getting busy. In my case it means spending money so that someone else can help you do it or do it for you. That gets old very quickly. And the money flows out of a pocketbook into these helpers who would rather be doing something else.

It's not a copout to check out when the time is right. It's a privilege that you get to exercise.

Ron

Reviewed by John Domino

The LOVE of our father, Jesus. A love like NO OTHER! Well done Joyce!

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on July 13, 2017

and bother we must

Reviewed by Eva Pasco

Your poem is very inspirational for those on the fence of a brand new day. By the grace of God, I've always had a sense of purpose as soon as my feet touch the floor.