Blog | Pat Durmon, Poet

Delight

She said, “I asked God for a delight...It was five minutes before I saw the fawn.” Beth Moore, a Bible teacher/speaker was the one speaking. I remember this one line from the conference. This one stuck. The thought sounded a little far-fetched but made me smile. It was just a new thought to me. To think I could just ask God for a delight. And He would give me one because I belonged to Him, because I was a believer in Jesus, the son of God. That was some years ago. Since then, I’ve asked God for a delight many times, never knowing how He would delight me. If you have a relationship with Him, you can just ask. If He is your Father, you delight Him when you strive to please Him. And He longs to

One of Those Days

On awakening, I don’t want to be an adult today. Just don’t feel like going against my feelings and doing all that needs to be done. Not sure what the weather has to do with it, but I feel pain in my temples. Last night the weatherman spoke of ice, but this morning I see mist. Grayness and mist. Mountains must have swallowed the sun. No light. No ice. I guess it’s going to be one of those days when I tend to talk to myself. “Okaaay,” I say to myself. “You have to get up and adult around. No one else will give the dogs their meds if you don’t get up. And what about Jimmy? You need to fix him something for breakfast. Get up and make his lunch-to-go. Oh, come on, get up, get up, get up….” One f

The Lost Keys

There’s more to life than we know. More to an education than we know. More to prayer than we can imagine. I lost my keys. We have backup keys, it was late, and I was tired. So I stood silent against the stir of the new year. I did not look for my keys, knowing I’d look in earnest the next morning. They had to be close by. That was my plan. Morning came and I watched the fog bunch up between the mountain and the river, but my mind went elsewhere. To my keys strung together, forming a chain—bank key, house key, car keys, a relative’s house key. Usually in my hand or on the kitchen counter. The chain holds the keys to my everyday life. Now they were hiding, like the folded arms of mountains in

2020: The Year Ahead

My best and warmest thoughts to you. Alistair Begg, a Bible-teaching minister, grew up in Great Britain and now lives in America. Maybe you’ve heard of him. On January 3, 2020, he published Alistair Begg's New Year Letter for 2020 on his website blog. Here, he tells how his parents had the tradition of listening to Queen Elizabeth’s Christmas speeches. He continues to listen yearly like I put green and red ribbons on packages. Below is a portion of that blog post. It’s beautiful and seems appropriate for the dawning of 2020. ...It is clear from the Queen’s words that she has a firm conviction about the important role played by the Christian faith in the ordering of society. Her father, King

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It's a Sure Sign

Heroes

Delight

One of Those Days

The Lost Keys

2020: The Year Ahead