Little Girls...

 

Little Girls      

Little girls are made of daisies and

 butterflies and soft kitty cat purrs
And all the precious memories

 of times that once were.

Little girls are made of angel's wings

 and giggles and a firefly's glow
And all the happy feelings,

deep inside, that we all know.

Little girls are made of cinnamon and

bubbles and fancy white pearls
And snowflakes and rainbows

and ballerina twirls.

Little girls are made of sunshine and

cupcakes and fresh morning dew,
And these are the reasons, little one,

 why everyone loves you.

 

 

 

 

Love the little faces she makes:)

 

 

 

More sister pics...

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am one blessed MeMe!

 

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him,and he will direct thy paths. ~Proverbs 3:5-6

Little Boys

Precious baby Carter

Little Boys

Little boys come in all shapes and sizes,
Shy and adventurous, full of surprises,
With misshapen halos and mischievous grins,
Small dirty faces, and sweet, sticky chins.

They'll keep you so busy, and yet all the while
Nothing can brighten the world like their smile.
And no greater treasure has brought homes more joy
Than a curious, active, and lovable boy!

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him,and he will direct thy paths. ~Proverbs 3:5-6

We Are On The Fence!

 

The Jelly Bean Poem

Red is for the blood He gave

Green is for the grass He made

Yellow is for the sun so bright

Orange is for the edge of night

Black is for the sin we made

White is for the grace He gave

Purple is for the hour of sorrow

Pink is for a new tomorrow

*~**~*

A bag of jelly beans

colorful and sweet;

it's a prayer, it's a promise,

it's an Easter treat!

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him,and he will direct thy paths. ~Proverbs 3:5-6

A Wish For My Children

This is a re-post from June 2009

A Wish For My Children

If there could be one thing in life for me to teach you, I'd teach you love.
To respect others so that you might find respect in yourself.
To learn the value of giving, so if ever there comes a time in your life that someone really needs, you will give.
To act in a manner that you wish to be treated, to be proud of yourself.
To laugh and smile as much as you can, in order to help bring joy back to the world.
To have faith in others, to be understanding..
To stand tall in this world and learn to defend yourself.
To only take from this earth those things you really need, so there will be enough for others.
To not depend on money and material things for happiness, but to learn to appreciate the people who love you, the simple beauty God gave you and to find peace and security within yourself.
To you my children, I hope I have taught you all of these things, for they are love.
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I dedicate this poem to my kids. May you always keep these in mind and close to heart. May you know that you are so very loved and cherished. May you know that Mom & Dad love you more than life itself. But more than that, may you know that God loves you. He created you as a one of a kind and you are very special. I love you all so very, very, very much. You are such a blessing and when I thank God for all my blessings ,I remember you.
Love for always, Mom ~~~~~~~~~~ Picture above taken at PCB back in 2005 

Wait By Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;

Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .

And the Master so gently said, "Wait."

"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.

"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!

Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?

By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

"My future and all to which I relate

Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?

I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,

Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.

"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,

We need but to ask, and we shall receive.

And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:

I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,

As my Master replied again, "Wait."

So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,

And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .

and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.

I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.

You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.

You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.

You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.

"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;

You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.

You'd not know the joy of resting in Me

When darkness and silence are all you can see.

"You'd never experience the fullness of love

When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.

You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,

But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

"The glow of my comfort late into the night,

The faith that I give when you walk without sight.

The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask

From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,

What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,

But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see

That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.

And though oft My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him,and he will direct thy paths. ~Proverbs 3:5-6

Let All Kinds Of Love Continue

Let All Kinds of Love ContinueBy Joyce Smith
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She stood in the line at the grocery store,
Four children crying for candy;
He reached in his pocket, found four-dollar bills,
Friendly love continued grandly.

They sat in a pew their first Sunday there,
It’s the pew that is usually mine,
I stopped for a moment, introduced myself
Brotherly love continued just fine.

The old man came in and sat beside him
In the Bible class on Wednesday night,
When he saw that the old man couldn’t find a verse,
He let brotherly love be right.

A woman too young to be in a chair
And a man too young to be pushing,
Someone opened the door wide for them
Husbandly love came in rushing.

She stood next to me, the invitation given
The tears streamed down her cheeks,
I reached for her hand, she said, "Go with me?"
Sisterly love continued for weeks.

He sat on the couch reading the paper,
His little girl came up to him.
With a book in hand, "Daddy read to me."
Fatherly love continued with grins.

Just a dollar bill , a simple hand shake,
A helping hand from me to you,
Open door, hands to hold, Daddy taking time,
Will make all kinds of love continue.

But where did it start such a long time ago?
It started with hearts in Their hands.
Where Christ Gave His life and God gave His Son,
That’s the place brotherly love began.

So do what you can every day of your life
To share the love Christ gave to you
Share it with others so they can be saved
Let's let all kinds of love continue.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Used with permission from my friend Mimmy
aka Joyce Smith
August 17, 2008 Stop by Mimmy's Blog to read more of her wonderful poetry.

I am A Mom

I Am A Mom
I am often asked, "What kind of work do you do?"
I am a mom, a very important job though not impressive to you.
The ladder I climb is not the corporate kind
But one with children following behind.
Smiles, hugs and kisses are my pay
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I cook, I clean, I fold and dry
I drive here and there with no more than a sigh.
I wash faces and hands that are a sight
I'm always ready to referee a fight.
I dry tears and kiss away hurt
Hugging them close and brushing off dirt.
I listen and laugh as my little one learns to talk
I hold out my arms to catch the one learning to walk.
I practice ABC's and counting to ten
Draw pictures and color them.
I trip over toys left on the floor
Clean crayon pictures off the door.
I read favorite stories at bedtime
And tuck bodies in as the clock begins to chime.
All that I do is done with love
Caring for these gifts I was given from above.
To you the job I do may seem small
But to me, "mom" is the most important job of all.

By Cheryl Coursen

My Family Yearbook Post #17

~A Mother's Love~

A mother's love is something
that no one can explain..
It is made of deep devotion,
and of sacrifice and pain.

It is endless and unselfish,
enduring come what may,
For nothing can destroy it
or take the love away.

It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters.
even though the heart is breaking.

It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
it glows with all the beauty of the rarest,
brightest gems.

It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation.

A many-splendored miracle
man cannot understand,
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender, building hand.

~Helen Steiner Rice~

If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again

If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd finger-paint more, and point the fingers less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.

I would care to know less and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.

I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd teach less about the love of power, And more about the power of love.
By Diane Loomans