Jan 7 PA

Unretired

Though she’s supposed to be retired
A pastor’s wife may be recalled
When hubby’s service is required

She smiles as she is reinstalled
She thought those fish bowl days were past
A pastor’s wife may be recalled

Had hoped the quiet times would last
Although she thrived as pastor’s wife
She thought those fish bowl days were past

At first, she balked at public life
A shy farm girl, she had her dreams
Although she thrived as pastor’s wife

She’s happy though, or so it seems
She graciously gives her support
A shy farm girl, she had her dreams

Above all she obeys the Lord
Though she’s supposed to be retired
She graciously gives her support
When hubby’s service is required

CB animal

Indecisiveness 

Egg laying

young nursing,

duck-billed,

beaver-tailed,

otter-footed,

venomous,

furry but waterproof

platypus.  

Seems like it’s not quite sure what it wants to be.

Just like me.

CB prompt A dream

Maybe Someday

My husband and I travel in the summers

(and enjoy it)

in our brand new motor home

(remember this is a dream).

We go to churches across the nation,

(stay a week or so)

paint murals in Sunday School rooms,

sing at services and write stories

of God’s workings in individual members

(Miracles Among Us).

We use our millions we make

(don’t laugh)

to help ministries help others.

CB prompt

Multifaceted Family

If you pulled my four sisters

and I aside individually and asked

us to describe our growing up years,

our mom and dad, each other,

our friends and relatives, our house,

our country neighborhood,

the things we did for fun,

how we celebrated birthdays and holidays,

how we spent vacations,

our financial situation,

what we were allowed to do,

what we got in trouble for,

the problems we faced,

how we handled chores,

meal times, school work,

what Dad and Mom taught us,

we’d sound like we came

from five different families.

I’m always surprised

when we get together and reminisce,

and it gets odder as we get older.

Creative Bloomings Christmas memory

Christmas Memory

I remember the Christmas

we had hamburgers.

No tree. No decorations.

Well, maybe a string of lights.

My tummy resembled

a Christmas turkey,

three days before my daughter was born.

Got a phone call.

Grandma Peters died.

No, we’re not going to the funeral.

Waiting for our Christmas present

to make her entrance

into the world.

We brought her home

in a Christmas stocking.

acrostic

Increased Faith  

I want to walk by faith, not by sight.

N ever to walk in darkness, but in light.

C hrist Jesus is the light, the door, the way.

R emind me to walk in His steps today.

E liminate all that stands against Your will for me

A nd open my ears to hear and my eyes to see.

S pirit move over me in Your great love

E mbrace me with Your peace from above

D eliver me from evil that I may not sin

F ather may Your Spirit rise within

A nd may I walk in Your perfect way

I pray that I will follow You and not stray

T oday please increase my faith to Your glory

H ave Your way in this child’s story

Poetic Asides Party

Slumber Party

Party?

Not hardly.

Visiting daughter

who has to get up at four AM.

I planned to whisper

Happy New Year

to my husband,

but instead

I fell asleep at ten.