My greatest blessings

My greatest blessings

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Thank Who?

Today, I'm thankful for.......thankfulness! I have enjoyed all the shared blessings I have read this year. This morning as I pulled the breakfast casserole out of the oven and slid our 20lb gobbler into it, I was reminded once again of the many blessings I experience every day. Tables overflowing with food are prevalent. Giggling children, cheering football fans, and busy cooks fill our home with sounds, sights, and smells to be remembered for years. Instead of concentrating on the gifts this year, lets focus on the great Gift Giver! The Lord is so very good, not just because of all He has given us, but because of who He is! He is Peace; He is Love; He is Justice. He is my Father; He is my Friend; He is my Savior! Without Him I would have nothing, know nothing, be nothing. Not just for all You've done, all You've given, or all You've saved me from, but because of Who you are-I am thankful!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Young talent!

Today my brilliant young Creative Writing students tried their hand at poetry. I am very thrilled with the resulting masterpiece!

Hidden Treasures
By Kelsey Ball, George Bradley, Brenda Ray, and Elijah Street
(Under the guidance of Kelly Ball)

With a simple piece of paper
And a pencil or a pen,
One can write a lovely poem
To entrap the hearts of men.

With a bait that's so enticing,
We are sure to reel them in,
For the tug of rhyme and rhythm
Is a hook that's sure to win.

For the joy of this ensnarement
Is a gift to those it holds,
Fitly spoken silver pictures,
Apples sweet of rarest gold.



Yes, I must admit, I feel the overwhelming pride of a momma bird watching her babies fly for the first time;). I hope I can transfer not just the tools of writing, but the love of the written word itself!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Missing Momma

Today has been one of those days in which the waves of grief just seem to keep rolling in. Since Mom's death on September 16, my birthday, I have been facing the normal issues of loss: picking up the phone to call her only to remember she's gone, starting to shop for her Christmas gifts, only to realize she doesn't need any, and even heading over to the care center, only to remember that she's no longer there. Today, however, I find myself just wishing I could hug her again. Of course, I'd never wish to bring her back from the peace of Heaven to the pain of a cancer filled life,; I just need a momma hug...And so

I wish that I could have a hug from momma once again.
I wish I could just hear her voice, not try to recall when.

I wish that I could roll her down the hallways of her home
I wish she'd look my way and roll those eyes, bringing my groan.

I wish that I could rub her head, it's new hair soft and fine.
I wish that I could see and hear and touch that mother mine

Instead I try to bring back all the mem'ries of the past
The quirky smile, the silly pout, the words of love that last.

Until one day when home at last I greet her with a kiss,
My momma dear, each day and night I just can't help but miss.