Like A Blanket

I had a baptism to go to for a friend of ours.  It is one of the young women that has been attending with Miracle.  To celebrate her special day, I made her a white blanket and wrote a poem.  I seem to enjoy writing poetry quite a bit lately.  I just want her to know that the Holy Ghost is such a special blessing in each of our lives.  He comforts us and guides us and helps us to find the way.  

I love the scripture in 1 Kings 19: 11-12

11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:

12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.  

The Holy Ghost is always there.  His is the still small voice deep in our hearts that will whisper the things we need to know, if we will only learn to listen.

Like A Blanket

By Patricia A Pitterle

When I am cold and sorry

And shivering in the night

I have a special blanket

That helps me feel just right

It keeps me warm and cozy

and brings me comfort too

I wrap myself within the folds

So soft and white and new.

This blanket has a meaning

I think of it each day

It reminds me I was blessed

In a very sacred way.

It reminds me I am not alone,

There is a quiet voice

The Holy Ghost speaks softly

And helps me make a choice.

He whispers with his spirit

right into my heart

I know that I am guided

As I seek to do my part. 

And as I learn to listen

And hear His gentle voice

He reminds me I am loved so much

The angels all rejoice.

And all my sins are clean now

and white as new found snow

Just like my special blanket

That reminds me it is so.