Christmas is in 2 days it is a special Christmas to me . My first Christmas home after 4 years ....things mean so much more to me this Christmas....just being back with my family enjoying Gods blessings and understanding his true grace and mercy.Sometimes we become distracted in this life with other things that don't really matter when it comes right down to it...the only things that really matter that we are in right standing with our maker....we are at peace... and we take each day as a gift.Life is so precious and the simple things like walking barefoot in the grass...a child's laughter and a warm summer breeze on your face should be the things we hold dear to our hearts...take time to smell the roses this Christmas give more than you take and give God thanks for all he has done for us!!!Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Beautiful flower

You are so perfect ever part of you

each petal an expression of all you are

oh beautiful flower of mine

you blossom and grow rain or shine

when I see you ,I see a little piece of perfection

the wonders of gods creation

you make me understand we are not so different

you yearned to be nutured and loved

 

My Birthday!!!!

Well, I am 31 years old today Whooo Hoooo!Can I go backwards now?

MOMMA

There was a time I was helpless and had no one by beside ,to hold my hand

I was so scared and lost and needed someone to understand

some days, I could hardly see an end in sight, these bars where as far as I could see

However, beyond these walls momma was fighting for me.

She didn't fight with fists she got down on her knees

Some days I could only see bobbed wire fences and chains trying to bind me up

but momma was pleading behind the walls Lord fill her cup!

Some days I was so sad and felt so all alone

I always knew momma was praying for me when I felt Gods warmth touch my soul 

Every heartache that I felt I know momma felt it too , I could hear her voice "you can make it 

through any weather" So I would get down on my knees and I could feel us praying together

Ever tear that I cried, I know momma cried it too, and if anyone ever messed with me I always 

knew momma sent her angels to protect me and see me through.

This poem is dedicated to my loving mother who was with me through the storm