Encourage the writers, creators of art.
Who share what’s inside them, exposing their heart.
Alone with their thoughts, they reach deep in their soul.
Exposing their journey through life is their role.
They take us to places we’ve not seen before.
They take us to heights we’ve not dared to explore.
Their words give us courage to learn and to grow.
They give us the courage to share what we know.
Some words will enlighten and help us to see.
They help us be all we’re created to be.
When life brings us sadness, it cuts to the bone.
We seek words of comfort, we need time alone.
So, writers keep sharing your words with us all.
With no light in the darkness, we stumble and fall.
The door to my soul had so rarely been used.
The key wouldn’t turn. The lock flatly refused.
The lock finally yielded, I opened the door.
My footsteps left prints on that dusty old floor.
I walked to the window and opened the shade,
Revealing the cluttered-up mess I had made.
The stuff pilled in heaps and just scattered about,
Caused me to shudder and filled me with doubt.
Could I ever make sense of this room full of stuff?
Could I deal with this muck? Was my courage enough?
I sat on the floor and I prayed for a while.
Then God gave me courage to start on a pile.
Discarded old memories I’d long ago stored.
I thought they were gone but they’d just been ignored.
As I sorted each memory I found in the piles,
I tagged some with sadness and others with smiles.
As I searched for a purpose in each one reviewed,
I found comfort and peace with each memory renewed.
I saw scattered around me the feelings that came
From the memories I filed, so I tagged them by name.
I made progress on cleaning some piles of debris.
Though much more remained, I now needed no key.
I left the room open and let in the light.
I go there more often, it’s now in plain sight.
THE WINTER OF MY LIFE
The winter of my life has come.
I’m truly blessed, it’s missed by some.
I now look back on seasons past,
The ups and downs, they’ve gone so fast.
My younger days were spent, it seems,
On future plans, on hopes and dreams.
Now winter’s come, who would have guessed,
I’d see a life that’s been so blessed.
I see God’s hand throughout my life.
He blessed me with a loving wife.
She shared my joys, my hopes, my fears.
We’ve had our share of trials and tears.
But through it all we trusted God.
He heard our prayers where ere we trod.
Though many youthful dreams came true,
Now older, wiser dreams shine through.
Though winter’s come I’m young inside.
New hopes and dreams, they still abide.
I trust in God to make a way,
To share some wisdom day by day.
Until the day His face I see,
I’ll share the words he gives to me.
I received this in an email from Don Jones, an old friend. I have a sign on my patio that reads “The best antiques are old friends”. Thank you old friend.
As I read this piece, I was reminded that our lives are truly a gift, and what we do with it is our gift to others. I pray you have opportunities to share your gifts with others.
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AND THEN IT IS WINTER
. . . Time has a way of moving quickly and catching you unaware of the passing years.
It seems just yesterday that I was young, just married and embarking on my new life. Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago, and I wonder where all the years went. I know that I lived them all. I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams. But, here it is… The winter of my life and it catches me by surprise…How did I get here so fast? Where did the years go and where did my youth go?
I remember well seeing older people through the years and thinking that those older people were years away from me and that winter was so far off that I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like. But, here it is…my friends are retired and getting grey – or gone…they move slower and I see an older person now. Some are in better and some worse shape than me…but, I see the great change….Not like the ones that I remember who were young and vibrant…but, like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we’d be.
Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day! And taking a nap is not a treat anymore… it’s mandatory! ‘Cause if I don’t on my own free will…I just fall asleep where I sit!
And so…now I enter into this new season of my life unprepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things that I wish I had done but never did!
But, at least I know, that though the winter has come, and I’m not sure how long it will last…this I know – that when it’s over on this earth…it’s NOT over. A new adventure will begin!
Yes, I have regrets. There are things I wish I hadn’t done…things – I should have done, but indeed, there are many things I’m happy to have done. It’s all in a lifetime.
So, if you’re not in your winter yet…let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think. So, whatever you would like to accomplish in your life please do it quickly! Don’t put things off too long!
Life goes by quickly. So, do what you can today, as you can never be sure whether this is your winter or not! You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life…so, live for today and say all the things that you want your loved ones to remember…and hope that they appreciate and love you for all the things that you have done for them in all the years past!
“Life” is a gift to you. The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after. Make it a fantastic one.
LIVE IT WELL! ENJOY TODAY! DO SOMETHING FUN! BE HAPPY! HAVE A GREAT DAY!
REMEMBER:…. “It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver.
“LIVE HAPPY IN THIS YEAR AND EVERY YEAR! LASTLY, CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING: TODAY IS THE OLDEST YOU’VE EVER BEEN, YET THE YOUNGEST YOU’LL EVER BE SO – ENJOY THIS DAY WHILE IT LASTS.
~Your kids are becoming you…….
~Going out is good.. Coming home is better!
~You forget names…. But it’s OK because other people forgot they even knew you!!!
~You realize you’re never going to be really good at anything.
~The things you used to care to do, you no longer care to do, but you really do care that you don’t care to do them anymore.
~You sleep better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring than in bed. It’s called “pre-sleep”.
~You miss the days when everything worked with just an “ON” and “OFF” switch.
~You tend to use more 4 letter words … “what?”…”when?”… “what?” . ???
~Now that you can afford expensive jewelry, it’s not safe to wear it anywhere.
~You notice everything they sell in stores is “sleeveless”?!!!
~What used to be freckles are now liver spots.
~You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet…. 2 of which you will never wear.
~But Old is good in some things: Old Songs, Old movies, and best of all, OLD FRIENDS!!
Stay well, “OLD FRIEND!”
Enjoy this short fiction Christmas rhyme and have a Merry Christmas with your friends and family.
Charlie is 13 this year. The story is fiction.
A Christmas Prayer
T’was the night before Christmas, each child wore a frown,
As they stood near the bed with their heads hanging down.
While we sat by the fire, wishing it were not so.
The wood slowly burned, embers now were aglow.
Our beloved dog Charlie just lay there so still.
“Will you live to see Christmas, or are you too ill?”
The kids knelt by the bed and rubbed Charlie’s soft fur.
Charlie made no response, no not even a stir.
We hugged all our children and wiped all their tears.
We tried to be brave and to help calm their fears.
We sat in a circle, our hands were locked tight.
We prayed that our Charlie would live through the night.
Our children were sad as they crawled into bed.
I awoke with fond mem’ries alive in my head.
We sprang from the bed to see Charlie once more.
We ran down the stairs wondering what was in store.
The sight we beheld stopped us both in mid-dash.
I called to the children who came in a flash.
Our Charlie gave birth on that Christmas eve night.
She had eight tiny puppies. Oh, what a delight!
We gave thanks to God for his answer to prayer.
We cried tears of joy for God’s love and his care.
My loving wife jotted down some thoughts about this Christmas to inspire me to write another rhyme. (I love to turn thoughts into rhyme.) We are grandparents and refer to ourselves as Grands. I’m sure there are many like us and share similar feelings during this time of the year. I pray this tale will inspire all of us remember the true meaning of Christmas at this special time of the year, no matter what our state or circumstance.
The Grands Christmas
Our Christmas has changed as the kids have all grown.
They live far away and have kids of their own.
Their children now grownup and leaving the nest.
It’s the way it should be and we know it is best.
It’s now Christmas eve; we Grands warm by the flame.
Our heads flood with memories. It’s just not the same.
We stare at the flames, watch the embers red glow.
We’ll make some new memories, but when we don’t know.
We pick up the Bible on this Christmas night,
And we read of the time when the angels took flight
To announce to the shepherds alone in the field,
That a savior was born, that their souls could be healed.
Our hearts fill with joy, we can no longer mourn.
We remember the night our dear savior was born.
We stand and embrace, then we dance and we sing.
“Let the joy fill our souls, to this truth we will cling.
“No matter our state or our worries this eve,
The Lord is within us, and he’ll never leave.”
Thanksgiving is behind us and Christmas lights are going up around the neighborhood. I spent time at the Dallas Arboretum last week. They have gazebos throughout the beautiful gardens that depict the Twelve Days of Christmas. The displays helped me get into the Christmas spirit, so I’d like to share them with you.
Twelve Drummers Drumming
Eleven Pipers Piping
Ten Lords a Leaping
Nine Ladies Dancing
Eight Maids a Milking
Seven Swans a Swimming
Six Geese a Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
A Partridge in a Pear Tree
May you have a blessed time with family and friends.
I pray you were blessed with a wonderful day of thanksgiving this year as we counted our blessings and thanked the Lord for friends and family. God bless us every one.
Here is a Thanksgiving poem I wrote Thanksgiving morning I’d like to share with you.
A peaceful morning coffee, on this Thanksgiving Day;
A day with friends and family; no Santa or his sleigh.
A quiet time, alone with God, reflecting on my life.
The times of joy, the ups and downs, and even times of strife.
I see God’s hand throughout my life with every twist and turn.
It’s clearer now, but at the time seemed harder to discern.
I’m grateful God is patient; even when I’m stubborn,
He lets me go my own way and waits for my return.
He welcomes me with open arms and love I don’t deserve;
That God who set the stars in place and all that I observe.
I’ll thank God for my blessings, for each day of my past,
Until the day my journey ends, at home with Him at last