so
my steps led me Here
HERE
here
a life
not to be measured
by the world
yet
how could having nothing
feel like everything
and having everything
feel like nothing
starting over again
with everything
integrity
beauty
legacy
and having nothing
money
things
career
comparison destroys
hope
vision
accomplishment
having beautiful kids
a loving heart
a good good Father
and faith
will carry me through
each new step
his heart
steadfast
his mind
focused
his love
faithful
his help
endless
going to church
doesn’t make one
Christlike
not going to church
doesn’t make one
evil
Well, I wasn’t going to write today because writing makes me tired, and I have a lot of flags to sew, so I decided to write a quick poem about what was going on in my heart, and as I read it, I began to weep.
I love it when my own poetry touches my heart.
As I was crying, I couldn’t get rid of what I wanted to write about, couldn’t push it to the side. I’d woken up with it, and evidently, the only way it’ll go away is through my fingers, so through these tears, I’ll give you my heart. Continue reading
If you know me, you know I love my kids very much, and every once in a while, I share stuff with you about them. Well, it’s that time again.
On Wednesday evening, I stopped by to pick up my twelve year old from flag football practice, which my twenty four year old coaches. It was the end of practice, and Nathan was goofing off on the field with a couple friends, while Kyle was nearby watching, sitting on a wall. As I approached Kyle, I overheard some parents talking, and as I listened, I grinned. Continue reading
Yesterday, I had coffee with a friend and was telling her a little about my past because it related to our discussion. Through remembering, I was surprised I was even saying it. Continue reading
it’s hard for a poet to hide
hard for a writer to remain unseen Continue reading
Today, a friend saw me dance for Jesus with my worship flags and wrote me this poem: Continue reading
