The girl in the picture here… she popped up in memories today…On this day 8 years ago, she knelt down in a big field of pretty pink flowers, blue mountains behind her, sunshine everywhere, a warm wind touched her face, her baby nestled in her arms… She smiled at the camera… it was Sunday…8 year’s
Fighting through the constant tears that fall from my broken heart as I watch my children fight battles that are too big for them… Knowing God has such an incredible plan for their lives, but my mama heart can’t stop hurting as I watch the ways their strength has to grow… Closing my eyes, I
This boy… ❤️We were driving home and he asked what paradise was…I started explaining what it was from my point of view and he stopped me to say this… My heart completely overflowed!!! There’s no way in this world I even deserve such an honor, but I’m gonna tuck it away forever in my heart!!!
I chastised myself for feeling chilled as another shiver ran down my spine.I don’t want to feel it…A cool breeze, filled with memories and words I’d rather forget, snuck in through the broken window, echoed down the hallway, then vanished…I held myself closer, rubbing my arms in disgust, forbidding another shiver.There was a time when
She was crying… hot tears falling fast as jumbled words tried to explain the reason… her little heart was simply overwhelmed and now overflowing… I wrapped my arms around her, held her super close, my lips brushing her hair until she could smile again… After a while of letting it rain, she looked up at
I wrote this song a while ago in the rain…I’m sure so many of us feel the same, if we could say just one more thing to the loved one leaving, we’d ask them to stay… ❤️ So this for them, for us… All of us that just can’t stand the thought of letting go…And
That first warm day… Robins chirping in the trees, a meadowlark on the fence post… May life always treat you that good… as good as the first day of summer… Summer… When I was young the days stretched out for so longWe spent them being wild and free, and singing alongTo the song of summer
Bent by stormy winds, the wilted sunflower struggled to bare the few raindrops that had fallen on her soft petals. Her colors still vibrant, looking like sunshine itself yet portraying a sadness that comes from lacking the very thing that would keep her alive; water. She had been offered an abundance of water at first
I sat down at the piano with a few thoughts… Axil sat down next to me with big tears rolling down his cheeks… He asked if the new song could have something to do with Papa Dave and have the words “you here with me” “I sure miss him…” he said… 💔 Here’s what we
Standing anxiously outside the gates, hands unrestful, I waited… Feeling like a small scared child on the first day of school… I ached to meet my Saviour but reluctance tugged at my heart… “There’s millions here. Millions. There’s so much I want to tell Him but will I have time? Will He even know it’s
“I hate you!” I screamed into the hot stale air of the cab. Tears making the dirty windshield even harder to see through. Sweat running down my chest, my fist throbbing from beating the steering wheel… My arm burning on the metal truck side, but I didn’t care… the smell of smoke in the air,
For the ones we never got to hold… A Lullaby 1. Before I got to say hello, I had to say goodbye I’ll never see your precious face or hear you little cry I long to kiss your soft hair and watch you take first stepsForever now a memory your tiny body rests Cho. May
If I could paint a picture I’d capture little sunbeams reflected in the freshest drop of dewDelicately balanced on a prairie wild rose petal taking in the morning’s gentle hue If I could paint a picture I’d catch the mirror of a rainbow all within the gleam of tiny oceansClinging like a last hope to
I went to a rodeo last weekend. The announcer was going on and on about how this one cowboy lucked out and got the best bull. By best, he meant the rankest, meanest, wildest, gonna-kill-ya bull in the whole rodeo. Why was the cowboy lucky? Why would a rotten bull be sought after? Marble gray,
Those moments when the past comes flooding in again… I was searching for something… my old hatchet to show my son. I knew exactly what box it was in but I couldn’t find the box! In my searching though I stumbled across my hope chest… the one I had filled with apple dishes, towels I
The perfectly simple love story! In a song… Stealing Kisses 1. Fireflies, a dirt road and youPretty sure ya hung the moonThat’s stealing over the mountain peaksAnd smiling down on you and me Let’s follow the river to the diamond willow bendWe’ll throw some skipping rocks and thenWe’ll be stealing kisses 2. Summer days, starry
Rainy days… I love it! How it feels, how it smells… sometimes it’s powerful, sometimes it’s soft and gentle, but every time, it’s a gift from heaven! ❤️ This song is for us, those of us that love the rain… Rain… 1. Willows catching whispers that the wren has passed alongTelling me the secrets of
For my Grandma Roxie, in loving memory of Papa Dave. I’ll never forget sitting there watching the most beautiful, painful, heart breaking moment as Grandma held him a little longer and loved him a little more. Those words will forever be in my heart and that picture in my mind! That kind of love is
The wind beckons her to fly but there’s no where to go…A soul abandoned, suspended in time, tired but no place to rest… Bitterness and sorrow fighting a battle about which one caused the death of peace…Sorrow being the older of the two, bitterness the stronger… Dark clouds with no rain…A river of dry tears…Oceans
There is a great difference between the person who wants to see you smile because they love your smile and the person who wants to see you smile because they’ve felt your pain and they would do anything within their power to erase that from your memory, leaving you no other choice but to smile…
Silence wrapped around me, wind gently whispering alongTo scattered sunset colors as they dance through my life’s song. A masterpiece of mountain peaks, sky high hopes and deep ravines.Struggles turning into strength, brokenness overcome by waking dreams. Sadness fading into laughter just as dark gives way to light.The pain that cut deep caverns in my
My favorite style of writing is for those who feel deeper than the ocean mentioned, have endured greater storms than those depicted. Those who have drowned countless times in the sea of aching loneliness and those who’s hearts can read the body language of the ghostly figures that dance between the lines of written word.
I timed it once actually… the exact amount of time… the time I deliberately took out of my day to take a face I love in my hands, look into those beautiful eyes, kiss the lips and forehead of the one I admire beyond measure, whisper I love you and wrap my arms around them
Next to You… 1. Do you wish to be alone or shall I sit here next to you? Do you want only your tears falling or should mine keep them company too? Can I hold your heart while it’s breaking or do you need to feel it all inside?Would the agony be less if you
We all find ourselves listlessly sitting on the sand watching the waves of life wash away bits of memories we love… Sometimes it’s a person we held close, sometimes it’s one we never touched but always loved, sometimes it’s someone we never met, but wished we could find… We all miss someone… ❤️ And we
‘Person, place or thing’ you ask… Looking back I would have said ‘place’… far away nestled in some mountain nook, by a quiet stream, waiting to be discovered… Farther back perhaps I would have even said ‘thing’… from years gone by, used and worn, full of memories and stories, retold only in bits of rust
Wind inside my soul blows gently, turning the pages of the past. Flipping tenderly through memories I held so softly in my hands while whispering an echo of the song my heart sang through those times. Storms and calm, rain and sunshine, warmth and cold, hard and soft, so many mountains, then down through the
After a bout of feeling down, I spent some time at my Grandma Roxie’s. This started out to be another sad song, but after sitting on the back porch listening to the birds sing and the wind whisper through the trees, after feeling the sunshine, after smelling the pine scented fresh air, after watching the
I’m Drowning… I’m drowning again today, like I was yesterday and the day beforeWith a smile on my face I greet the world and try once more 1. The battle inside is fought between what I think and what I feelThe side of me that wants to give up and the side that wants to
I Don’t Believe in Love Anymore… 1. Through a field of poppies I wanna watch the sun sink low Over the mountains, colors changing as she goes I want you right beside me, so I’ll never be aloneBut I’d have to trust again and I don’t know if I can, maybe those wings aren’t meant
“Finding your way home is always different depending on where you’ve gone and for how long…But I hope it’s peaceful, beautiful and mends your heart, making right what all went wrong!”
I looked up into the cottonwood and saw myself today…Holding on to old things and ways that have died…I can see how they were beautiful once but they’ve since lost their color and life…And yet I still cling to them…In fear of nothing growing in their place I guess…Or maybe just because they’re familiar…Something I
I’m Not Ready to Let Go… 1. He said in his big boy voice, I wanna sleep alone So trucking down the hall my heart broke with how he’s grownDidn’t take long and I heard his feet pitter patter coming backBut my happy heart didn’t last long, he tossed his blanket “Mama, I don’t need
In loving memory of my sweet angel baby… ❤️ Butterfly The gentle ray of Sunshine I almost knewMy precious angel baby, how dearly I love you! You’d be 4 years old now, and what a beautiful girlYou’d take up such a great big part of my tiny little world! I long to hear your laughter
Old churches, old towns, old waysHave a lot to say!So take me back to Grandma’s front porch. I wanna learn what’s been forgotten long ago.I want to feel how they felt in days gone by. Bring back what all they know. 1. Back when a man stuck to his word, and a handshake sealed the
Walking home one day I saw a little bird And I said to myself what in the world That’s the plainest bird I’ve seen Well there’s no color on her wings But then she flew… All the colors of the brightest sunset took to flight All the splash of a thousand copper clouds against the
While I chased a phantom dream what I lived for was chasing me While I spent my days thinking of better times the best times were as good as can be Rushing ahead to things that would never be I missed what was at hand Moments of gold lost in winds of time, just like
The story of the woman caught in adultery… John 8:1-11 My heart was racing faster than my feet As I gathered my clothes and fled down the street But soon enough they caught me and soon enough they brought me before the leaders to be slain But why was I alone in this shame… He
Long gone wishes…. and dying dreams… they fade away on unseen wings… What once was young and full of all the best things has slipped away, just a dying dream… 1. In my hands I hold what’s left of a life I never had I cling to things that are breaking me the best and
Those times… when I slip back into the past seeking comfort from a familiar nook, an often seen view, a new sunset over old mountains miles away yet engraved deep inside my soul… in those times I seek for something that can’t be found… It’s not exactly pain my heart tries to escape but more
Down the path my memories take me, retracing steps made long ago.Recalling the future of yesterday’s hope and the past of tomorrow’s road. My heart has been restless carrying bits and pieces of everything gathered along the way.Smiles and laughter, the pain felt after a goodbye that I wanted to stay. I can’t let go
I Wanted To Be Like Mary 1. I was young and precious with a future bright and clear. The voice of my sweet Jesus was the one I longed to hear. But I let the world around me drown out His call. So it wasn’t long before I hid my faith and began to fall…
I see you sitting there all alone with chin cupped in your handThe mountains of love and care in your soul making rivers from eyes to sand Words and actions, some kind some cruel, combine as each chases the lastDown to the shore where waves of emotion reach out to catch the tears or your
Sitting on the arm of an old chair, I stared at the dust bunnies on the floor. They fluttered with every passing movement, formless and ugly, transparent dirt, the result of… nothing really. They just gather together in ignored dark corners little by little as time passes… Not one person had intentionally put them there.
I took a deep breath knowing it was time… Time to take another step, reach out for the next journey, yet just the thought of it caused old wounds I was sure had healed to break open… just this one last time. Closing my eyes I drifted back… the sparrow’s song floating through an open
The wind tore at my dress, my hair, my soul. In the inky blackness of the night, my toes at the edge of the cliff, I could feel the earth begging to give way beneath me. Thunder shook my body, my heart reverberated the sound in an effort to keep me alive. A bright flash
I watched in terror as they bound his hands and led him like a lamb to the slaughter Down the street, he turned and looked at me, I hit my knees and cried to God, “NO, FATHER!!!” In that moment while time stood still, my mind rushed back to when he was a boy… The
I was standing behind the counter when she walked in the door. I said “Hello, how are ya?” and when she turned to respond that’s when I noticed… how absolutely beautiful, clear, and glowing her skin was. It appeared to be the finest porcelain. How an angel would look I imagined! Jealousy stabbed at my
Tucked up in comfort and warmth, peacefully I slept. From all the harm and hurt of this world I was safely kept. I wiggled my toes, stretched out my arms and faithfully practiced my smile. I jumped in excitement at the sound of her voice then listened intently for a while. Her heartbeat was my
I was awake but couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. Warm sunshine fluttered its way in through the open window accompanied by the heavy scent of pine and wild roses. The morning breeze beckoned… I arose… My heart was weary from crying all night. My soul tired from the struggle. My mind beaten by
Angry tears found their way from my fastly shut eyelids. The heavy drops mingling with sweat from my brow, forming a river that cascaded down my face, my neck, my chest… Soaking my shirt as I sat on the dirty floor holding my tormented head in my shaking hands. One choked sob gave way to
When I share with you what happened, when I tell you where I’ve been I’m not looking for your sympathy, I’m confiding in my friend To bare my broken heart is not that easy to do It’s hard putting into words exactly what I lived through To say what went on when no one could
One day the bud on the apple tree burst open with color and song To show her beauty to the world, for this day she’d waited so long The gentle breeze whispered through the leaves making the blossom feel grand As a little girl walked beneath the tree she reached out an eager hand To
As summer pushes forward my mind drifts on back to the days of my early teens The weeks spent at Grandma Roxie’s were lots of fun and went by so quickly it seems The memory I got hangin round today is from one of the prettiest afternoons you’ve ever met We had been to the
How Cruel It Was That He Should Thrive In The Sea of My Sorrow, While I Died A Little More Each Day…
Far off in the distance, golden sunbeams kissed waves as they splashed up on the beach. The warm sand led up to gentle grasses where flowers bloomed and trees flourished. It was the perfect day, really and I could have enjoyed it had it not been for the dark fin cutting through the water… Circling,
His cold words still echo through the alcoves of my heart… “You’ll have to earn your roses. It’ll take at least 7 years!” I had assumed that he just wasn’t a “flower” guy. Valentine’s Day, our anniversary, birthday, even the loss of our unborn baby hadn’t brought flowers so he must just not be that
All to Jesus I surrender all to Him I freely give Was my hearts desire and promise the day I decided for Him I’d live Yes, all meant everything, word, thought, and deed Not one thing ever would I hold back, Lord Jesus my life please lead Surrender meant completely submitting to my Gracious Loving
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
One of my chores was to water cows every day during the summer. I’d load up the kids in Old Bones (that’s what I named the water truck) and we’d head down the dusty country road, through town, up a steep hill then into the bumpy field. On the far edge of the field where
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