Hmmmmmm

I was just sitting and watching the Emmy Awards for day time TV with my wife. They had a very touching segment on a program they run called Day Time Gives back. It does some great work with feed the children, and I commend them for that. Then I get to thinking, there are people there that make in excess of tens of millions of dollars a year. Yet they ask others to give what they can. Do they need a 37 room house in Beverly Hills? I realize there is a certain appearence that is to be kept by people in their line of work. But then again is it all about them or all about others. We had a sermon tonight that was very convicting. Asked am I using all that I have to glorify God? I am going to have search hard in my heart to see if I am doing just that. Are these people doing all they can to glory God? Or are they living for themselves. They are always coming on to ask us to help, yet they spend millions on things that are useless, things that are vain. We do the same thing, me included. I am going to really have to re-evaluate who I am and what I am doing. I ask you to do the same. I ask all of us to do the same.

Love

One thing as a man that is always hard to answer is when I ma asked by my wife "Why do you love me?" It is hard because there are so many things about her that I cherish in so many different ways. So on one anniversary I came up with these words.

Why do I love you?
why do i love you? you often will ask
finding the answer is a difficult task

is it your sharp mind your quick wit?
two things you have i hope will never quit

your smile so sweet your laughter bold
your endless beauty ageless and untold

the way you hold me in the night
how you can make, my love take flight

the feel of your touch ever so tender

every moment weak knees you do render

you are the one who can, make my heart beat
you make my soul sing, such a wonderful feat

why do i love you? often you will ask
finding the answer, is a difficult task

words are never enough, they seem so few
i love you deeply, because you are you

Hiram Withers

Radom thoughts

Today was a good day. We were discussing 1Peter and the fact that we are going to have suffering and persecution in our lives as believers. How we handle that is very telling on where we are in our walk with God. I would be a miss to say that I handle it all with nothing but faith and joy. It is hard as human with human emotions to not be troubled by the things that come into our lives. More troubling would be if theses trouble came and I did not have the hope that is to come in my heart. To many times we focus on the now and loose our focus on the what is to come. The trouble we face today is nothing compared to the joy God has promised us. There was a story told of an older gentleman that had been in flicked with cancer and friends would ask him if he was afraid to die. He would reply " You cannot scare me with Heaven". I pray that we all have this heart the heart of one that looks to that promised hope. To top it off, pastor is preaching a series on heaven. What a joy to know where I am going. Then there is the sadness I feel for those who do not know where they are going. Those that do not have this hope within them. Even sadder are those that know of this hope and have rejected it. My prayer is that they open their hearts to the truth and that when given the chance God gives me the words to point them to the truth.
God Bless
Hiram

Remebering

This is a poem I wrote on Valentines day remebering the first time me and my wife actually met. I had went to Fresno for an archery shoot and she met me there. The day befoer the shoot we went on a tour of some old plantation there. Then I went off to shoot and on the way back I got behind some guy doing 25mph. When I got there I bent down on my knee to kiss her adn she informed me that had I been just minutes later she would hvae been gone, thinking she had been stood up. Whew I am glad I made, as we have had a wonderful ife together.

I REMEMBER
i remember the first kiss
your lips tender and inviting
sending me to heavens bliss

i remember seeing your smile
the way it lighted your face
how it went on for a mile

i remember pizza and beers
sitting there with you laughing
until we were in tears

i remember sitting in the park
looking into your eyes
cupid’s arrow hitting his mark

i remember that old house
walking close to you
being quiet as a mouse

i remember you by the pool
me kneeling down on the ground
you thinking that was so cool

these are memories so dear
they are found in my heart
always there year after year

Hiram D Withers