Time Out
He looked a little
saddened that day
As he watched the other children
play
His lips turned down into a
full pout
He had gotten another time
out
He knew all of the rules
by heart
His intentions were good
from the start
But they didn’t line up with
what he’d do
That’s why he was feeling so
blue
But soon he was full of fun
and good cheer
His delightful laughter we
would hear
He’d run and play and give
a shout
Until he wound up again in
time out
Transitions
I decorated my Christmas
tree yesterday.
Every year I put it up and
think,
Didn’t I just do this?
Had a whole year gone by
so quickly?
And it’s even worse when I
take it down.
Though I leave it up from
late November
to well into January, it
always seems
that I just put it up.
I love looking at the
ornaments,
reminding me of when the
kids were little,
the people who have lived
with us,
other people we’ve known,
loved one who have passed
on,
different places we’ve
lived,
all the places we’ve
visited.
Life transitions with
time.
Let it Snow, Sometimes
First snow of the season
Branches dressed in white
lace
Grass, bushes, driveway
covered
I have mixed feelings.
If we could only turn it
on and off at whim.
Cue snow on my
stay-at-home days
And turn it off when I
need to go out.
Whatever
And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do
it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through
him. Colossian 3:17
Writing
Housework, cooking
Caregiving, homeschooling
Walking, traveling, worshipping
Learning
May all that I do
glorify You.
And even the
scrolling, watching TV, and jigsaw puzzling
Thank You, Father
For all of the above
In the name of Jesus
Thank You for Your
love.
To-do List
O, things on my To-do list,
I plan you so meticulously
the night before.
But when I wake up
in the morning
and I see you standing
there in a long line
like people waiting for a
Disneyland ride,
reality hits,
and I know most of you
will have to wait till
tomorrow.
Home Alone
I’ve always lived with
someone—
family, roommates, sisters
and then my husband.
Years ago, when our house
flooded,
Hubby moved in with the
kids
while I made things livable.
For a few months,
I had a taste of living
alone.
I found it a little creepy
at nights.
But I didn’t feel lonely.
I kept busy fixing our house
and maintaining the
dailies.
And I became more grateful
for my Constant Companion
and that I’m never truly
alone.
Home is Where His Heart Is
After suffering his second
pontine stroke,
when my hubby was recovering
in rehab,
he mentioned to a nurse how
nice it will be
in Heaven and that he
looked forward to it.
They put him on
antidepressants.
He wasn’t depressed,
though.
He doesn’t complain about
all he lost
and how little he can do
now.
He keeps himself busy on
the computer.
We eat three meals together
every day.
He likes to worship at our
local church
and visit our daughter and
son in Arizona.
But I know Home is where
his heart is.
