Pieces & Parts

Masquerade

Pretend, make believe, imaginary, fake

The images we choose to create.

Tear-filled eyes and a sad smile

They are necessary, once in a while.

Heartache happens, times can be tough

Life isn’t always easy, sometimes it’s rough.

The pain, the disappointment, I really do care

But I wear this mask so I don’t have to share.

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I hurt, I suffer, I worry and stress

I pray, I forgive, I move on and bless.

My God is good and he always will be

I’ll trust him with my heart and everything inside of me.

I wear this mask when life gets too demanding

And I’m just buying time to be understanding.

Faithful and just, forever and true

God removes my mask and places in full view.

He wipes away my crying eyes

And finally I begin to realize

Laughter and smiles, sadness and sorrow

Are just the paths I have to take so I can reach tomorrow.

Originally written May 17, 2012

Who Cares?

Who Cares?

Feeling insignificant and like no one cares?

There is One who numbered your hairs.

Clouds roll in and you feel dead?

He promises brighter days ahead.

Thinking you are lost and all alone?

Open the Book where the path is shone.

Wishing you knew how much you’re worth?

He’s treasured you since before your birth.

Always remember, don’t ever forget,

God knows and loves you 100%.

March 21, 2012

Everyday Choices

I’m not a perfect person; my life isn’t problem free;
But my problems don’t control my life, they don’t control me.

Every day I have a choice of what to say or do,
Every day I have a choice in the way I treat him, or her, or you.

I make a choice everyday when I get out of bed,
To happily greet the day or lay back down instead.

Through the years, the times have been both good and bad.
Times when I've been happy and times when I've been sad.

I choose how to face the world and what it presents each day.

I choose how I'll react, what I'll do and what I'll say.

I decide each day the person I will be,

No one else decides, my attitude is up to me!

So I decide each day, to go the extra mile,

And greet everyone I meet, with friendliness and a smile.

originally written November 18, 1999

Buddy

Trucks and trains, cartoons and toys
Items that point to little boys.

Plastic hammer on the bedroom wall
Tiny feet running down the hall.

From mischievous lips come a giggle and a squeal
Someday he'll know how happy they make me feel.

For now I'm content to watch him grow
I'll never ever want to let him go.

He's getting so big oh so fast,
Why oh why can't childhood last?

Originally written November 27, 1998 for Jared

The Messy Floor

I feel so silly sitting on this messy floor,
I should be cleaning the house (once more).

But how do you say "no" to eyes so sweet,
When across a messy floor they happen to meet?

Everywhere I look, toys are strewn around,
Not a trace of the floor can even be found.

To see a smile from my little girl,
I put on hold the rest of the world.

While she's sitting on my lap, relaxing against my chest,
Of all the places to be, I think this messy floor is the best.

originally written September 28, 1998 for Kaitlyn

Tested

Out of the fires of adversity, my faith is tested.
From the ashes of trials, a trust is born.
How I respond to challenges in my life,
Determine the direction I will go.
If I wallow in self-pity and self-doubt,
I sink further and further into the abyss.
If I set my sights on things above,
My heart and I survive.

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Originally written October 26, 2004.

Too Busy

Where does God fit in my life?

Lists of things that must be done,
No time for me, no time for fun.
Go to work, run errands, three or four,
Then go back and work some more
Make dinner, feed the kids,
Help with dishes, bowls and lids.
Are the chores done? Homework too?
Is the house clean? Bills are due.
Time to get the little ones off to sleep,
I'm so tired I start to weep.
Now is there time for Him or me?
No, the list is long, I'm still not free.
More stuff to do, paperwork filed online
Can't even make it to bed on time.
Make plans with my husband for the next day or so,
People to see and places to go.
No space for me, no time for You...
What's an overworked Christian girl to do?
Didn't even make it halfway through this list,
Angrily I ball up that paper tight in my fist,
Throw the ball across the room.
New life has started to bloom.
God's way is how I want to live
So other things will have to give.
When I awaken with the morning light,
I'll start over and make it right.
Time with God is how to start my day.
Moment by moment, it's the only way.

Mom's Love

Right now, I'm watching Big Bird and a fat talking rock.
I'd rather watch Andy Griffith as Matlock.
I've picked up your toys a dozen times today,
Tomorrow I'll pull them out again, so you can play.
I'll give you a bath tonight,
You'll soak me with a water fight.
I'll read you a story then kiss your little head,
But we'll say our prayers before you go to bed.
You drive me crazy but I love you so much;
I feed you, dress you, tuck you in and such.
Some have questioned if I'm sane
But I swear I'll never complain!
Being your mom gives me the greatest pleasure;
Being my daughter makes you my greatest  treasure!

Originally written August 9, 1992 for Sabrina