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Aug 30, 2014 - Rememberin'    Comments Off on Nobody!

Nobody!

She was ” middle aged” by the time I knew her.
Alex 4-3
She was unappreciated by her step children because she was not appreciated by the man who married her to raise his children.

She worked hard for her small income.
She lived in an old house, which was broken into several times, though she had nothing to steal.

The world would call her a NOBODY.

She gave of what she had–like the widow and her mites.
She was hospitable though she moved to a small apartment.
She walked with a bit of a limp but her character was straight and tall.
Her speech bore a little bit of accent but her words were honest and true.

Her life was a sermon, lived, better than preached. She was killed last week in an accident, but her life was purposeful.

She was a SOMEBODY!

Rest in peace, saint Alex.

Apr 16, 2011 - Rememberin'    2 Comments

GONE !

 You are truely and forever gone, my dear.

Your soul is safe in paradise and the ashes of your body, scattered amongst the rocks.   

So gone – but not really, because of the memories that haunt me.

Memories that play in my mind every day, but go now, please, leave me in peace and live in the arms of  Jesus.

Wait for me there, my dear, for you are completely gone from us.

Only memories and tears remain.

Leave me, please, sweet memories.

Give me a smile, no more sadness for I know that you are completely and forever  safe  —and Gone.

Aug 11, 2007 - Rememberin'    Comments Off on A SONG FOR MYRT

A SONG FOR MYRT

She was nearly blind, so she couldn’t see me slip out my pen and make a note. 

It was only a few weeks from dying time and she was reflecting over her life. 

She said “you know I’ve found that life is a lot eaiser when you have a song in your heart and a prayer on your lips.” 

This was a very simple observations from a Godly woman who had not done anything phenomenal – only successful marriage of 63 years, and rearing four God-fearing children…

We used to do a lot more singing – aloud, in our hearts, at home, in the bathtub, in the kitchen.   My dad used to hum as he walked. 

It seems the TV music and radio have drowned out our little melodies.  It’s hard to think with all the hullabaloo around us.  We need to turn it all off and have some quiet time.  It does make life easier.  It changes our mood. 

Hold on to that song, Myrt – Mom – I’m coming to help you sing it.

The Lord is my strength and my shield;

My heart trused in Him, and I am helped;

Therefore my heart greatly rejoices,

And with my song I will praise Him.     (Psalms 28:7)