If your life and trust have been 
shattered by past experiences,
This is for you:




A Father I Can Trust

"He gathers the lambs in His arms
and carries them close to His heart..."
  (Isaiah 40:11)

God, Creator of this frail being,
There's nothing left for me but
grief and pain.
I don't know how to trust You
or call on You for refuge
when all who claimed to love me
in the past
have only heaped on me 
their sordid shame. 

My fragile child-heart was 
torn asunder
when faith in human father 
was betrayed.
Others have shown me deceit,
tossed me aside like worthless scrap...
and now I hear You speak my name.
I don't know how to trust...
I am afraid. 

Dear Little One, do not fear any longer.
I desire to restore your battered trust.
I can heal Your heart that's been so shattered,
My love is worthy, honorable and just. 

No matter how intense the pain
you've suffered,
the Father you have needed for so long
is able to pick up the broken pieces.
I'll mend your heart, and fill it with a song.











"Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you,
and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in
heart, and you will find rest for your souls."

  (Matthew 11:28, 29)



Jesus is the Savior you need.
He will forgive your sin when
you put your trust in Him.
He will heal you and comfort you
as you respond to His love.
You will be strengthened day by
day as you read His word, the
Bible, and talk with Him about
everything. Listen, and you will
hear His voice!
Trust and obey...There's no other way.


© 2013 Connie M. Faust
























Mommy and Me

As I nestled in her warm, safe womb I heard my Mommy's voice.
She sounded troubled as she said, "I have to make a choice."
She paced the floor and cried out, "I can't have a baby -- NO!"

Don't worry, Mommy, it's not time yet -- I have 6 more months to grow.

The more she cried, the worse I felt. She didn't know I heard.
All alone she wept, but I couldn't help -- I couldn't speak a word.
I kicked my feet and tried to make her know it was okay.
Together, we could make it through and God would show the way.

And then I heard her screaming that today would be the day!

I couldn't see the tears she shed, but it wasn't hard to guess --
She was turning pages in a book, and barely whispered, "yes."
She must have found the number and was set to make a call --
Just then she saw the Bible on the bookshelf in the hall!

"Okay, God, try to stop me -- I'll just dial anyway!
I'm sure it's not a baby yet, and they'll know just what to say."
Pregnancy/Abortion Rights was the heading at the top.
She traced her finger down the page, then brought it to a stop.

My Mommy didn't know that someone prayed for her that hour --
Someone who never knew her, but who trusted in God's power!
In answer to those earnest prayers, a "wrong number" she would call --
Until she went to that loving place, she thought she had no friends at all.

Ever since my Mommy found her way, and learned God's plan for me,
She can hardly wait to see my face! And Mommy thanks the Lord for me!


© 2013 Connie M. Faust
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Valley of Beracah

​with
Connie Faust


Mother of five & grandmother of 13, 
I live with my husband Bill and a spunky furball pup named Lacey, who doesn't care who's 
calling her when she's having fun! 
 
This year I painted a favorite verse on a boulder at the top of the driveway: 
“God is my Rock, in whom I take refuge.” 
So true!


~ Connie
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​In the picture above right, I am sharing my heart concerning my experiences at the local Pregnancy Care Center.

This is a subject everyone should explore, keeping in mind that Jesus Christ loved little children and had strong condemnation for anyone who harms them.

In the Valley of Beracah, you will find a composite of small-town American life. 
One memorable spot to me is known as The Pregnancy Care Center, and is dedicated to helping girls and women who find themselves in unplanned pregnancies.

I remember when I walked into the Pregnancy Care Center for the first time. I was greeted by an older woman around my own age and a younger woman I knew from my church. When I told them I thought I might want to help there, their smiles became broad grins. “You're an answer to our prayers,” the younger one told me, “I just prayed for volunteers
 this morning!”

Perhaps, like me, you have thought about volunteering for a ministry such as your local crisis pregnancy center. Like me, you may have put it off, wondered, even prayed about it, but you were unsure and were afraid to take the first step. What had made me take a deep breath and walk into the PCC that day?

One of my favorite quotes comes from Maria Anne Hirschmann, also known as Hansi, a German woman I once heard speak at a seminar. She made this her prayer for each session:

“Lord, make me a nail upon the wall,
fastened securely in its place
and on that thing, so insignificant and small,
hang a bright picture of Your beautiful face.”

My heart's desire was also to glorify God and tell others about Jesus, but who could I tell when everyone I knew was already a Christian? As I thought of ways I could meet people who were not “church-minded,” the Pregnancy Care Center kept coming to mind. Although a sudden impulse drove me to walk in that particular day, God had been prodding me to do that very thing for months.

After a time of getting acquainted with the mostly volunteer staff, and having a short interview, I underwent training and began once-a-week volunteering, serving as a Girl Friday, doing simple office tasks, light cleaning, playing with clients' children, etc., After several months, it was time to take a new role. The Director assured me I was ready to become a peer mentor, meeting one-on-one with clients.

One of the first was a beautiful, pregnant teen who lived with her sometimes-abusive boyfriend and his mother. She was filled with anxiety and self-doubts, but after several months, she was doing much better. She told me that we were “like grandmothers” to her. After her baby was born, she enrolled in school and has made great progress in setting life-goals and working toward them.

PCC Training teaches us to try to form a bond of trust and uncover the client's hidden needs.

I had one client who was noticeable for her sloppy appearance and unpleasant body odor. I remember looking into her dull eyes and complimenting her on her pretty hair. I pray others can see past her outward appearance and know her as someone God loves.

Some clients were sad or angry; some had undergone years of abuse, broken families, lack of morals or spiritual values.....all need to feel loved and valued. In spite of my inadequacies and mistakes, God used me to share His love with them. 

While I was a volunteer, I would lie awake the night before, thinking about the girls and praying for them, and on the days I mentored, the wakefulness would be repeated that night as I thought about all I had heard from them that day. So many needs! It was an amazing and fruitful time in my life, and I would recommend it for anyone who wants to touch hearts for Jesus.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~



"When Jesus saw her weeping..... 
He was deeply moved in spirit 
and troubled.....Jesus wept." 
(John chapter 11:verses 33-35) 



  The Counselor

I saw the love of Jesus,

I felt His gentle grace,

as I poured my heart out to you,

recounting pain-filled days.

You didn't have to listen

there in that quiet space,

but the depth of your compassion

reflected in your gaze

touched my wounded spirit

to heal the hidden place

as I saw the tears of Jesus

glistening on your face.



by Connie Faust

This is dedicated to one particular counselor, 
and to every counselor who fits the description.
A Godly counselor will reflect the love and compassion of Jesus.




© 2013 Connie M. Faust​
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I believe I am posting this for someone who desperately needs it right now. If you are that one, I'm praying for you as you read. God bless you and keep you as you go through this trial. Reach out to Him and He will increase your faith and ease your hurting heart. 

The storm threatens to undo us as we struggle on, unable to understand....


In the height of the storm, when the water's so deep,

The burden's so heavy ~ the mountain so steep,

That you can't lift your head or take one step more

And you cry out to God, as you've cried before.



No answer is coming ~ life feels so unfair;

It seems God's not listening or just doesn't care.

But remember, as you face the threatening tide ~

God sees the picture from the beautiful side.



Like an unfinished quilt or embroidery fine,

The tangle of threads has no reason or rhyme.

Midst fear and confusion, you can't understand;

Still, you're safe and secure in your Father's hand.



There's a purpose behind your suffering and pain;

The storm-clouds will pass and the sun shine again.

Then, as Jesus is wiping the tears from your eyes,

You'll see the picture from the beautiful side.



".....blessed are those who have not seen 

  and yet have believed."
  (John 20:29 NIV)

​© 2013 Connie M. Faust


















The sad little girl is a valentine I received from a little friend when we were classmates in the early 1940s. The tearful face reminded me of her.


THE VALENTINE BOX​


On the corner of the teacher's desk
Where all the children could see,
Was a simple box all wrapped in red
To lend it frivolity.

All through the week of Valentine's Day,
They waited for the party,
Painstakingly writing on their cards,
"Dear Joe... Dear Ann... Dear Marty..."

Each valentine bore sweet sentiments ~
A heart with some lace that matched,
Or a funny, cute little greeting
With a lollipop attached.

The children were so wound up that day
As Teacher gave out the cards ~
Some children smiled as they counted theirs,
But for others, it was hard.

You see, some got a big stack of cards ~
What a wonderful surprise!
Others got only a card or two ~
And went home with tear-filled eyes.

In later years, a wise soul took note
Of the pain some kids received,
So a new rule was made and followed:
"Cards to each classmate - Take heed!"

The children learned to think of others;
Not to leave anyone out.
These words on the box, a reminder ~
"Caring is what love's all about!" 

  ~~~~~~

  ~~~~~

  ~~~
"Love one another, for love is of God"

​© 2013 Connie M. Faust











God's plan for lasting, committed love is that it will be a priceless jewel, reflecting His glory.

 Old Love, The Best Love

In the blush of first love, this wonder you will find;
Young love is discovery, filled with promise of youth;
Boundless, fulfilling; young love is so exciting,
but listen, my young friend, hear the wisdom of truth.

In the warmth of old love, this wonder you will find;
Old love is secure love, steadied by the years;
Tempered in the fire, in God's love-glow purified,
Memories pervading, shared joys and mingled tears.

Old love is a strong love, forged by firm commitment;
Knowing one's thoughts before they are said aloud,
Friendship, two facing each challenge as one unit;
Finding that dear face in the midst of any crowd.

If you are discovering the joys of a young love
I'm happy for you, and I pray God will bless;
If you remember love grows with unselfish giving,
Someday you, too, will know that old love is best.


​© 2013 Connie M. Faust

Look for new poems below!
Sometimes we are so wounded and helpless 
only God can reach us




HEALING


The wound was deep,
a jagged tear,
The tender flesh
exposed
to elements
too cruel to bear.

The Great Physician
looked;
A child He
loved
lay bitter,
naked,
cold,
alone,
unwanted,
.....wounded!

Bending low, He
reached.
Warming His child
with His own body,
He held him.

Warm breath
stirred.
Clenched fists
relaxed.
Tightly closed eyes
squinted.
.....Sonlight! 


"Cast thy burden upon the Lord,
and He will sustain thee.
He shall never suffer the righteous
to be moved.
I will trust in Thee." Psalm 56  



​​© 2013 Connie M. Faust



Women and girls who are considering abortion are often in panic mode because of the circumstances.

They need someone to meet their dilemma with love and practical solutions, and to learn the options and support available for them. 

(They may never know how many people are praying for them and their unborn babies every day.)

This poem is imaginary, but it will reveal truth about the contrast
between abortion clinics and crisis pregnancy centers, and the impact each one has on the pregnant mother. ~ CF​


Mommy and Me

As I nestled in her warm, safe womb I heard my Mommy's voice.
She sounded troubled as she said, "I have to make a choice."
She paced the floor and cried out, "I can't have a baby -- NO!"

Don't worry, Mommy, it's not time yet -- I have 6 more months to grow.

The more she cried, the worse I felt. She didn't know I heard.
All alone she wept, but I couldn't help -- I couldn't speak a word.
I kicked my feet and tried to make her know it was okay.
Together, we could make it through and God would show the way.

And then I heard her screaming that today would be the day!

I couldn't see the tears she shed, but it wasn't hard to guess --
She was turning pages in a book, and barely whispered, "yes."
She must have found the number and was set to make a call --
Just then she saw the Bible on the bookshelf in the hall!

"Okay, God, try to stop me -- I'll just dial anyway!
I'm sure it's not a baby yet, and they'll know just what to say."
Pregnancy/Abortion Rights was the heading at the top.
She traced her finger down the page, then brought it to a stop.

My Mommy didn't know that someone prayed for her that hour --
Someone who never knew her, but who trusted in God's power!
In answer to those earnest prayers, a "wrong number" she would call --
Until she went to that loving place, she thought she had no friends at all.

Ever since my Mommy found her way, and learned God's plan for me,
She can hardly wait to see my face! And Mommy thanks the Lord for me!








© 2013 Connie M. Faust
It's hard to write about Easter subjects without writing about Jesus Christ, who is The Subject of Easter! "Christ is all, and in all."
No apologies to Easter bonnets, chicks, bunnies & baskets, etc.
He is the risen King!











EASTER LILY

The Easter Lily, purest white,
Seems illumined by a holy light;
Glowing with grace of the risen Lord,
It stands supreme in the dark of night.

A symbol of One who defeated death
To reign in power above all strife,
To beckon all who will believe,
And offer to them eternal life.

The debt of my sin has been crucified,
Nailed to the cross with wounds of my shame;
Because Christ lives, I too shall live--
All praise and glory to His blessed Name!

The Easter Lily, so pure and white,
Represents Jesus, the risen LORD;
He stands supreme as the one, true God;
My Savior is worthy to be loved and adored!



But about the Son He says,
"Your throne, O God,
 will last for ever and ever,
 and righteousness will be
 the sceptor of Your kingdom."
  Hebrews 1:8

​© 2014 Connie M. Faust