Jesus Christ, King of Kings, and Lord of all

In all of human history, His life was the only one lived in complete perfection and utter innocence: not one single sin committed by thought, word, or act. He chose the company of society’s dregs, the poor, the prostitutes, the uneducated, and offered them everlasting life and healing. Time after time, he took a stand against the rich and powerful religious elite, and exposed them for the hypocrites they were.

For this crime he was sentenced to die the most horrendous and excruciating death ever devised by mankind. Mocked, spit upon, reviled, and cursed, he was beaten and scourged into a bloody pulp. When his torture was finished, he was barely recognizable as human, but they still weren’t done with him. In this weakened condition, he was forced to carry his death instrument to his place of execution, where stakes were pounded into his hands and feet, pinning him to a wooden cross.

There, he was suspended between heaven and earth, bleeding, sweating, suffering pain beyond imagining. The guilt of billions who’d lived before and …

Things I Love

1 Those early morning moments alone for prayer time and coffee; my new, vivid blue bedroom walls; early ’70’s Corvettes; mopping my floors with lavender-scented cleaner; toasting wieners and marshmallows over a bonfire in fall; lemon and rosemary roasted chicken; old Bette Davis and Joan Crawford movies; my nephew’s sharp wit; and working on a project with my mom and Aunt Ruth when they get goofy.

2 Leaving my kitchen window open so I can hear my daughter’s giggles when she jumps on the trampoline; riding the roller coasters at Kings Island; giving myself a pedicure and ending with hot pink nail polish; fresh fish, dipped in cornmeal and fried over a campfire; reading anything I can find on Cleopatra; Obsession cologne; going to Keenland in the fall just to take in the sights; homemade potato soup with bacon; and getting silly on FB with my friends.

3 Homemade peanut butter fudge; sleeping with my window open on summer nights, listening to the frogs; that “new car” smell; watching old Carol Burnett skits; going bowling …

The Ways Of Love and It’s Power

Does Any Of Us Really Know What Love Is

What Is Love

Can any one really know what love is or can you really know why you love some one?
No you can not I use to be one of those ones that thought I knew what love was and why I loved my husband so much. I use to even get mad when he could not tell me why he loved me. Now I can not tell you what love is. This is one of the biggest mysteries in the world to mankind.

There are different types of love that we show. I mean we love our parents different then we love our kids and we love our spouses differently then we love our kids. But all of that love has one thing in common. That is Commitment. We are Commitment to children and parents and friends by loving them.

Many people thinks that sex is love. It is in a way but not the right kind, if there is no true feelings inside …

The day I died

The screams are mute
The fights are gone
The lights went out
There I lay dead

On came the lights
My eyes open wide
No longer dead

There you stood
Sadden eyes
Looking down at me
Nothing you could do
Nothing I could do

I went away for awhile
Going mad with out your love
While I healed myself

Here I am alive
Soon to be back in your arms
Kiss your lips
Feel your warmth holding me
Soon to hear
The laughter’s of our daughters
Getting hugs and kisses
From those who loves me so

Never again shall I do any thing of the sort
God and your love has Saved me once more
I love you so much
I love the love you give to me.


written by Tasha Slone 2011

Our Rough and Rocky Road

The Night is dark
The Road is rough and rocky
The Water is moist

The Beating of my Heart
Follows The rhythm of the rain
Falling On the rough and rocky road

I Shed my clothes to fill the rain
Beat Upon my skin
I Close my eyes for a moment
I see your face so sweet and kind
I Open them and dark has turned to light

The Rain has stopped
The Road no longer rough and rocky
But has turned smoothed as glass

The Pain has been washed away
The Past forgiven but not forgotten
True Love put me there
IN the light no more tears of pain
No more tears of sorrow

The path is seen that we must walk Down
Not alone but hand in hand
Till It ends for us
Never to look back
Never to let go

But to hold each other and see the love we have for ever and a day.


written by Tasha Slone 2011