My Peace

It would be sadly and fearfully
That I would encounter each day
If I was unaware of God, near to me
And if I could never pray

His calm assurance keeps me still
In life’s vast uncertainty
His gentle voice tempers my will
His life-blood sets me free

It would be with disillusionment
That I would face each day
If there were no atonement
And if I could not pray

Janet~

I will never leave you nor forsake you. Hebrews 13:5

Tantrum

She weeps against my windowpane With wild and stormy tear Wailing as the raging wind Screams through the atmosphere The tree, her naked victim She tosses at her will I long to reach and still them Or shield them from her chill With merciless insistence She pounds against the door In spite of her persistence Her begging I ignore As all the more she battles In violent, furious rage I turn on the tea-kettle And slowly turn a page Like children throw a tantrum She too must have her fling A turbulent transition Before it can be spring She whips the ragged pine tree And storms across the grass Yet, for her venting misery I know, this too shall pass Janet~ We have a WILD one on our hands tonight! Seems she’s throwing everything at us she can possibly contrive… …wind, sleet, snow, rain, frozen rain!

Epitome of a Fool

Sometimes we return
To our mistakes
Simply to beautify them
To brush out the obscene edges
Too proud to see them
For what they really are…

Sometimes we return
To repeat them
Certain
That the out-come will be
Different… this time
Too proud to admit
That we were wrong

Sometimes we return
Because we want to repeat them
To justify our weakness with cause
The cause being weakness
And stubborn pride
Unwilling to admit
That we were wrong

Janet~

Realizations #2

It hurts sometimes
To look into your eyes
And realize
That soon you will be a man
But what a tender pain to bear
For I know God has a plan
For you, my dear
And I cannot deny it
As your head brushes my chin
It won’t be long before I wonder
Where my little boy has gone
And as I pause to ponder
The brevity of it all
Perhaps a little tear will fall
But oh, what a tender tear to shed
For though we cannot know what lies ahead
We will have each other
And God
I will always be your mother
And no matter where you trod
When I cannot be there
God will reach you with my prayer
His light is never dim
And we can always talk to Him

Janet~

Of Little Nothings

Darling, do you love me enough
To speak of the little ordinaries of your day?
You see… the thing about love
Is that love can love half a world away
If I asked ‘how are you truly?’
Tell me then, what would you say?
Oh my dear, won’t you come to me?
I’ve got all night, I’ve got all day

Darling, I would love to listen
Until the moon falls ‘neath the sea
Until the vales and hillsides glisten
With a dewy canopy
I would listen if you told me
Of the sorrow in your eye
I would like if you would hold me
While we laugh and love and cry

Darling, do you love me enough
To tell me of the little nothings in your heart?
You see… the thing about love
Is, love loves whether we’re together or apart
If I asked ‘how do you love me?’
Tell me then, what would you say?
If I should ask ‘why do you love me?’
Would it take all night…all day?

J~

My Quiet Time

This is my quiet time of day
My time to read and think and pray
While midnight draws its dewy shroud
Where moonlight traces silver cloud
While every little noise is hushed
And harsh outlines are softly brushed
While cares of daylight slip away
Behind a veil of misty gray
While hurried feet slow to a stroll
As midnight’s calm sweeps o’er my soul
While ten-thousand thousand diamonds gleam
Above the beds where children dream
While seekers seek and rovers rove
While weary sleep and lovers love
While some lone dog howls at the moon
And silence strums a wind-stroked tune
I wrap its comfort like a shawl
Around my heart, around my soul
As I read and think and pray
In my quiet time of day

Janet~

Sweet Little Girl

Let me hold your hand a little longer
Lose myself in your sweet smile
Little hands make mothers stronger
Smiles brighten a weary mile

Far too quickly you are stolen
From the carefree childhood mead
Far too quickly dreams are calling
Eagerly their voice you heed

Sweet little girl, you are my sunshine
And your giggles are my song
You’re a treasure, briefly mine
Before life carries you along

Sweet little girl, a breath of heaven
Sent to grace the earth below
What a privilege I’ve been given
Just to love and watch you grow

Janet~

Tonight Victoria and I enjoyed a very special night
out together, just the two of us...
well with approx. 50 other mothers and daughters:))
It was a great evening with the focus being
simply that we are all special creations of God.
While the message was somewhat directed to these girls (ages 10-14:)
I'm sure it was also very much intended as gentle reminders for us moms. We are all special in God's eyes!
Parents, here are a few activities we did tonight that you may like to try with your own sons and daughters.
1. Make a list of things you would like to do together this summer, just the two of you. You should each have at least ten things. (child and parents each creates a list)
2. Write 10 compliments about each other for each other.
3. Draw an outline of a person and pretend its you and write what you like about the way God made you!
4. write up a 'no name calling' pledge and sign it. (You 'Klutz' IS name calling:)
Name calling in any shape or form is hurtful!

After the activities there was FOOD!

I have resolved to do these activities with EACH one of my children.

Wordless Love Song

Oh my love, our song is wafting
From the swaying willow tree
From the cool and bleak horizon
I can hear its melody
A harmony of love and longing
Pouring deep inside of me
Symphony of peace and passion
Like the rolling of the sea

Oh my love, no sweeter music
Ever filled a banquet hall
As the song that’s drifting to me
Where our phantom shadows fall
Far beyond the distant hills, dear
Beyond this moment or this breath
Lies this thing called the unknown, dear
But our music fills the earth

Oh my love, tomorrow’s mystery
Cannot dull the song I hear
In its cadence you are with me
In my smile and in my tear
Oh my love, leave words and sonnets
For the ones who need to know
I prefer the wayward music
Of willow trees and winds that blow

J~