Uncategorized / 01.09.2010

The least of these?Who are they?Where do they intersect my life, my days?They don'tTherein lies the problemI guess that's why Paul told us to "remember""Keep on loving each other as brothers. Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it. Remember those in prison as if you were their fellow prisoners, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering." ~Hebrews 13:1-3In the midst of this life, Lorddon't let me forgetYour kingdom is unseenas are the "least"Give me eyes to see"I ask thee for a thoughful love, Through constant...

Uncategorized / 31.08.2010

My life is full. Schedules overflow. Eight souls crowd every inch of my home and heart. These are the ones I love and live for. I am a mother and lives are my occupation.All this life requires management, routine, timetables, and lists. Lists! Boy, do I love lists. A list takes all this heart pounding, sweaty, driving, fearful, joyful mess out of the realm of chaos and into the objective office of pen, paper, and plans. I will stay in control.Control. Beware. There's a wolf under her white clean coat of sufficiency.Fatigue. Depression. Fear. Anger. Relationships strained. Sometimes to breaking.When...

Uncategorized / 30.08.2010

I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm so tired. I can't think. There's so much to do, but I can't think.Everything aches. The thought of walking up the stairs . . I have to THINK about walking up the stairs, knowing the effort of it will fatigue me when I reach the top.THIS is CRAZY! This is discouraging. This is fibromyalgia.I HATE it. It robs my days. Seven hours of sleeping yesterday. I should be feeling better today! It thwarts my plans. It makes me feel like everything is tentative. Nothing sure. It makes me feel so out of control. So useless....

Uncategorized / 25.08.2010

Cardinal, high above meIn a branch bright greenBrilliant blue beyond your backdropDo you know you're red?Brazen beauty flaming in the skyYour color commands every eyeDo you feel my stareAnd that of all you pass by?How could you go unnoticed?Why might He have made you so,Except for His glory and fame?And my pleasureCardinal, high above me,Glory in the skyWhat color am I?To enjoy more "imperfect prose":...

Uncategorized / 25.08.2010

Little girl, do you know this place to which you've arrived? Soft and new, unstained and pure, you enter our lives through tears, pain, and blood. Welcome. What awaits you here? Is your entry indicative of all that is to come? Should you struggle back to the safety of your momma's womb? Could you? Run! But your feet won't follow. Pudgy and soft, useful only for kisses and counting toes. Your mind blissfully ignorant of all but the hearts around. They stare and coo and woo you into this strange new world. Behind your blurry eyes, their images making connections: This is your daddy. His hands guided the last of your journey here, as they will every step hence. Your momma....

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