My Daughter’s Cookie

Some people eat cookies as they are. My daughter eats them for what she imagines them to be. This comes with an artistic child. Beautiful and funny.❤

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Poetry

Poetry warms your mind by the fire.

It is words transformed into art.

And tickling the mind with thoughts so profound

Is just as important as words bright and round.

And the sun seems to tickle the pen as one writes

Poetry meaning so much or so light,

And dancing on tables is paper and pen

And words of expression or meaning or friend.

And keeping one company, poetry does

So keep poems coming and continue art, love.❤

Reading Minds

As I read, I glimpse the mind of the author. I see their heart, read their mind, know a little of their innerness. Writing is an artistic expression of who we are and only really good artist writers can convey their story as they convey another. It is fantastic and I confess reading is one of my greatest joys. And the Bible is my favorite book because the Author/God tells His whole story through many other authors at various times in history and assembled it and thus revealed His mind and will and heart, so epic. This is my favorite way to get to know artistic person, no matter who they are or what their story. Everyone has a lesson to share, a beautiful mind to read. Bliss!❤

Despite Opposition 

Despite opposition, we walk on.

Despite opposition, we pray.

Despite opposition, we prolong

The life given to us by grace.

Despite opposition, we muster faith,

We fight on our knees with head bowed.

Despite opposition, we press on

Focused and awaiting a crown.

Despite opposition, with head held high

We know we are stronger than they

Who oppose and divide, the takers of life

And we know God is still the most great.

Quilt is Finished

Here is our finished family heirloom quilt. I finished the last hand-stitch during my technology fast and had to wait to tell you. This quilt means much to me personally because it is our story and every stitch was made by hand with love. The center is the story of Jesus Christ, and He is the center of my life. So I am covered by Christ symbolically as I am covered by Him spiritually. I have slept like a baby and it makes me happy to look at. Praise God! ❤ ❤ ❤  

Sometimes… I am Content

Sometimes I wonder at the present

I wonder how on earth I got here

So many twists and turns on the path

That led me to You.

You held my hand when I let you do it

You walked with me each bad decision through

You kept pace with my neck breaking speed

And kept loving me.

So now as I sit with my gray bonnet

Wondering how it was so much has passed

Thinking of all the times I turned down

The very wrong road.

And times like this moment of quiet reflection

Alone in my bedroom, how can this all be?

And I look with deep quiet and see Your same hand

Is held out to me.

I take it.

I am held.

I am content.❤