The dreaded clothes shopping.. This can either be a great thing or a horrible experience. Are we going because all that hard work in the gym paid off, or because the only thing we have left to wear are leggings, sweatpants, and the infamous elastic-waist pants?
Shattered- Like broken glass The pieces stab Grate.... Pierce- Slowly embed themselves Into the remainder of my heart I can remove the pieces, Mend the heart You though, Have a part Find me- Place the last stitch, Make it right And hold me tight, Never let go But be mindful I'm battered and bruised, Scarred… Continue reading Find My Heart
Dear Future Husband,
Of the top three things that can ruin a marriage, finances is one of them. It is my prayer that at no time will we allow money to bring strife and chaos to our happy home. We are a team and we have to work together. If, God forbid, one of us loses our job and we are done to one income, lets promise that we will hold fast to our faith and resist the enemy who will try to destroy us because of it. Deal?
~ Mrs. Future
Daily my flesh dies- It Cries Sings...sighs.. The flesh tries... Lies- Daily my flesh lies, Upon the alter that is life And I pray, Fix it- Make it better For It is weak, And I was told we must die.. Die to it daily- So daily it dies, And daily it's molded... Mold it- My… Continue reading My Flesh
You've done this a million times before.... You get up, walk to the door, and turn toward the stairs. All you really want is something to drink and maybe a bite to eat. There are twelve steps if you don't include the landing, but this time. Ten -
Do- You- See- Me? Do you? Right in front of you, Speaking to you, Like a broken, lost puppet I sing... I dance.. I twirl... I prance- Oh, the world's a stage Cue good old "Mr Cellophane" Can you see my countenance change? Notice I wear a mask to play this game? Can you hear… Continue reading Voiceless
On Grandma's porch, there's an iron chair I close my eyes, and she's sitting there Head slightly bent, in silent prayer... When I open them up she's really there, Rocking in this front porch chair... The truth is... I have no clue how long she's been there, In this iron sitting chair Whispering her… Continue reading Grandma’s Chair
The struggle is real…. No seriously, it is. Sometimes it’s hard just to lift your head off the pillow in the morning. Take a shower. Fix the kids breakfast. Brush your teeth. Or even do something as simple as open your eyes.
Faith - Such a simple word, yet a hard thing to grasp. As humans by default we are vision oriented. We need to see it to believe it. So how do we believe in faith?
Dear Daughters, I don't have a daughter, You see I only have a son, But there is something you should know From one girl to another one. I know you see the "girls" on the TV and in magazines, Showing their rumps, twerking, trying to be seen Ones who think it's ok to be called… Continue reading Dear Daughters