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Then and Now

Day dreams
To lost dreams
Animated screams
To muffled screams
Climbing trees
To building family trees
Dodging bee’s
To fighting B’s
Worst of rivalries
To best of buddies
Childhood fears
To adult fears
Adolescent chocolate milk root beers
To adult whiskey’s and beers
Childhood woes
To adult foes

To a life lost as sea
Wondering who you’d be
To I just have to let it be
Give those to me’s
To what are those fee’s
Scrapped knees
To a sinner on his knees
A simple bloody nose
To troubles no one knows
Cutting so deep
To what did you reap?


Posted by on May 22, 2016 in Poetry


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You make me doubt my place with the Lord
You make me doubt He could love me
You stop me with doubt from doing that in which I am called

You give me such fear of my salvation
You make me fear the Lords wrath
You cause me fear and stop me in my tracks

You cause me to be ashamed of who I am
You cause me to feel shame in my actions
You cause me to be ashamed to call myself a Christian


You can’t take the love of my Lord
You can’t change the way He loves me
You can’t change that He loves me the way He made me

He gives me strength in all I do
He carries me through all
He gives me the ability to be who I am

He grants me courage to stand without you
He gives me courage to face my fears
He gives me courage to be who I am

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Posted by on July 19, 2015 in Poetry


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So as some of you may know I had a hysterectomy in September of 2013. I had severe endometriosis, the hysterectomy was the best and healthiest option for me. I begged doctors for years for it but God seen it fit for me to have it then. I received healing and my life because of this surgery. I would never go back on the decision! At the same time there pops up moments of sadness, not due to regret so much. I am not really sure what they are, typically I just cry and feel confused! I remember the first time it happened after the surgery we were all hanging out talking about kids and I said if I ever have a kid… it was like a punch in the face! I will never bare a child. Never. I never wanted children, it is just that the choice was taken from me I guess. It has happened a few times since. I am okay with it because I received a gift from God that everyone prays for, healing! It happened again tonight. I was going to start reading ‘further still’ by Beth Moore again. I read it first about 9 years ago, I received it as a gift for my baptism. The second poem in it is called Lullaby, since the first time I read it I wanted to read it to my future child should God grant me with the desire to have a child. It is very beautiful! So I picked up the book and reached this poem and my eyes immediately filled with tears, just by reading the title. I had to put it down. I struggle to understand these tears. For once I am so sure of how I feel about something and out of nowhere I am crying and sad while rational. I don’t really know how to describe it correctly. I am eternally grateful for my healing but feel a whole. People say ‘oh well you can adopt’, while they are well meaning I find it frustrating, I don’t want children, didn’t want children all I wanted was the choice on the matter. I don’t even know why I am writing this honestly. Sorry for my pointless ramblings! Here is the poem I was talking about. Excuse my while I go cry now :-/ God bless you! Have a God filled day!



Hush, little baby, Daddy’s got a Word

No eye has seen, no ear has heard.

Dream sweet dreams but you can’t dream this

Plans your weaver weaves for bless.


Hush, little baby, don’t you cry

Daddy fixes all things by and by.

Cease your striving, rest your eyes

You’re my joy and you’re my prize.


Sleep, little baby, I’ll stay awake

If skies should fall and mountains quake.

You’ll be safe in Daddy’s arms

Wrapped in blankets, robbed from harms.


Hush, little baby, I will sing

While angels dance and ’round you ring.

If I should come before you wake

Your eyes will open to Daddy’s face.


So hush little baby, trust me now

Thrones and powers to me bow

I tell oceans what to do

I think Daddy can take car of you.


Posted by on April 22, 2014 in Blog's


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