Luke's First Work of Non-Fikshun

He titled it "Non Fikshun"



Wosubus a tim (once upon a time), ther wus a dog namd wilsin.

he was my dog. he cud cum hir win you sed "Wilsin cum her boy!"

But won tim I was riding my scootr, I rod rit bi him and he ran rit in frut of me.

I hit him, but he srvivd. he rin rit undr the car. he sat down but he was ok.



True Story!

Sometimes

Sometimes
I have a hard time reconciling what I believe with what I see...
It can be dumbfounding.

Sometimes
I don't know how I'll be able watch my kids experience the natural pains of life...
Even tiny troubles can send me spinning.

Sometimes
I feel regret that maybe I haven't turned out exactly the way my parents may have wished...
I can't help but wondering.

Sometimes
I look in the mirror and wonder how to "age gracefully...."
Is it really possible?

Somtimes
my emotions corner me like a wild kitten....
and I lay awake not sleeping.

Sometimes
it takes a gargantan effort to do simple tasks around the house...
Why is this?

Sometimes
I feel so far away from God...
I know I've been slacking.

Sometimes

I feel something bigger welling up in me. Not an emotion but a physical sensation. And it seems to grow until it pokes through my chest, like a sharpened log.
It does sometimes hurt,
but it overcomes the
doubt
anxiety
regret
fear
hurt
fatigue
and lonliness that I sometimes feel.

Oftentimes
I feel faith
pushing up through my heart
driving me to be a stronger person,
one who is sure of what she hopes for and certain of what she does not see
one who casts all her cares upon Him because he cares for her
one who believes that he has a plan for her life
one who is fears not, for God is with her
one who rises up on wings like eagles
one who find her significance in Him.

Oftentimes,
I am so grateful... for without faith,
I would be at the mercy of Sometimes.

God be at All Times with Me!

So Much to Blog, So Little Time

I had the highest hopes for blogging in April. And then May 1st stepped rudely into my world! Wow, the pace is not at a jog, but a sprint right now and I am blogging by the hair of my chinny chin chin!

There are so many things I want to record, but for today, I will share with you the song that Ellie adapted while I was out of town this weekend to the tune of Toby Keith's song "Crying for Me." It's about Cosmo. She still misses him.


Here are her words:
Got the news on Monday mornin,
but a few tears I could find,
showed me how to have fun
now you showed me how to die
I was lost the rest of the day
I woke up to face my fears
While writing you this goodbye song
I found a lot of tears
Im gonna miss that dog
Gonna miss him so much
Even though it hurts the way it ended up
I'd do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
Cause that’s right where you belong
Im not crying cause I feel sorry for you
Im cryin for me
So I got up to look at your toys
And your smell came right to me
That old familiar smell I smell a thousand times
Sorry that your not here comin right home to me
Even though you think im crazy I had to see you again
Im gonna miss that dog
Gonna miss him so much
Even though it hurts the way it ended up I'd do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
Cause that right where you belong
Im not cryin cause I feel so sorry for you
Im cryin for me
So play with your red and green chew toy
And your green tennis ball
I will see you on the other side…superstar
Im gonna miss that dog
Gonn miss him so much
Even though it hurts the way I ended up
I do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
Cause thats right where you belong
I'm no cryin cause I feel so sorry for you
I'm cryin for me
I'm still cryin
I'm cryin for me
I'm still cryin

Disappointment

He stands imposingly in the doorway.
Broad shouldered, darkly staring me down.
Accusing. Glaring. Denouncing.

I steal a look at him and run weakly to my hiding spot,
like an injured rabbit.
Where my eyes grow bloodshot hot
and my heart red heavy.
Foolish. Scared. Embarrassed.

It seems impossible to face him.

To go up against him nose to nose.
Confident. Empowered. Believing.

I would rather not take the risk.
And turn inward.
Quiet. Paralyzed. Numb.

Or I would rather fight him like a crazy woman.
Swing my fist into his jaw, hair flying insanely.
Wild. Angry. Hurt.

Instead.

I will pick myself up.
I will walk calmly towards him.
I will give him a steel look in the eye.
Mouth set, I will say firmly,
"Move over. I am coming through."

Faith-filled. Moving forward. Expecting God's best.

Do You See What I See?

Energy Unending-
Questions Demanding-
Attitude Unfurling-

But Do You See What I See?

Silliness,
A Chilliness
And Yes Relentlessness,

But Do You See What I See?

Self-contained,
No Interest Feigned,
Needs Help, It's Claimed

But Do You See What I See?

Magnetic
Kinetic
Rugged
Athletic
Gregarious
Hilarious
Strong
and Mysterious
Child of God
No facade
Tenacious
and Broad
Adored
and Forgiven
Valued
and Driven
Filled with Faith
Runs the Race
Seek His Face
Find His Place

My Son.

This is What I See.

Maybe, Maybe NOT

Maybe
you are pleased at yesterday's election,

but maybe
you feel awful rejection.

Maybe
you feel exhilarated! Vindicated!

Maybe
you just feel things are complicated.

Maybe
you partied late into the night -

and Maybe
you are sick with fright.

But there are no

maybes,

baby...

when it comes to this:

God, and God alone, fashions the tapestry of human history.

He rules from the heavens and determines the next part of our earthly story.

He is bigger than votes and scams; he is smarter than Democrats and Republicans.

HE.... The mighty one... is control of this election.
No doubt about it; it's divine selection

Maybe NOT - should we worry and scurry

Maybe NOT - should we judge

Maybe NOT - should we doubt that our God has made a mistake.

I determine to look forward with peace and expectation, without reservation....

believing that HE is on the throne.
He will never leave us alone...
He is using our President elect...
in ways we may never expect.
Let's pray God's blessing upon him
and this great country we live in.

No MAYBE about it!

The Truth about My Emotions

My emotions are....

...like a river: trickling, flowing, roaring

...like a hot and wicked fire: hard to put out

...like looking down from the top of the Empire State Building: breathtaking

...like a sore hip: always bothering me

...they are as deep and serene as a shipwreck

...they are as free and empowering as hangliding

...until that hanglider hits the ground hard... and crumbles

My emotions are a worship song... my emotions are a mad dog...

They are the lonely cry of a bird on a cliff side

The are the constant hum and the buzz of the subway

My emotions are at once dark and beautiful

They are God-given, lifelong companions

that help me and haunt me

that shackle me that strengthen me

One thing! My emotions never abandon me.

My emotions?

The thorn in my side, that I realize...

make me who I am.

I Don't Have a Problem with Ten

I Like 10.

I Don't Have a Problem with Ten.

Sure, it's double digits,

but you still have baby teeth

and you ask for a hug every night when you go to bed.

Ten isn't so bad.

I mean, YES you are a decade old, born in the 90's,

but Ten, it's not all it's chalked up to be!

I can still remember how you looked on your first day of kindergarten.

and wasn't it just a couple years ago you were learning cursive?
You're just one year removed from Elementary School, baby!
10 is fine.
I'm fine with 10.
Really, I am.
It's those other numbers that scare me.
Like 2. Two years from Middle School.
Now that's making me a little uncomfortable.
And 4. Four years from being a freshman.
Wow, that's fierce. I do NOT like that number.
Then there is 6. I do not like 6 at all.
Thats' six years from driving.
No kidding.
But the worst number, the meanest number of all
is 8. That is two less than 10 and a short eight years
until you leave us for better things.
Maybe by then 8 won't be such a scary number
a number that already brings tears to my eyes.
But for now I'm liking 10.
I don't have a problem with ten.
Ten is a fabulous number.

The Year of the Braid

She WON'T wear dresses, or bows or frills.
She WILL climb up tall trees and big, dirty hills.
She won't even think about cute clothes that are tight
they have to be LOOSE or she puts up a fight.
The older the better - she loves holes and stains
she feels best in sweat pants running through the rain.
She will pick a hand-me-down to wear any time any day
And those new clothes from Limited 2 just go to waste.
She WILL wear shirts printed with animals and do not you think..
that I am one lucky mom that she will even put on pink?
And one more thing she is happy to wear...
and that is two braids pulling back her hair.
It started as braids to make it a fun day,
but now she wants braids from Monday through Sunday!
No cool hairdos, painted nails, or earrings on this child,
just a great sense of humor and a streak that is wild.
She is who she is: a girl I would NEVER trade
even though every day she demands, "Mom, I want braids!!!"

Thanksgiving Assignment

Inspired by my friend Chere (a 4th grade teacher), I wrote this prayer of thankfulness to God.

Through the years, Father in
Heaven, you have led my steps,
And at every tiny turn, you have watched over me.
Now, I thank You, the God of All Gods, the
King of the Universe, yet Savior of my soul... I
Sing a song of thankfulness to You, for all You
Give, for all You wisely withhold. For all You Are.
Immense, Amazing, Unconditional, Full of Love.
Victorious. Mysterious. Mine. O Lord, my God...
I thank you for the blessings you give, too
Numerous to name!! Even amidst the trials, my heart says,
"Great are You God. You are my Rock"