Pioneer Woman rocks

I really want to be pioneer woman. She cooks for her kids every night and according to my 10 year old this qualifies her for sainthood because she is sure it is not eggs and toast. A staple around her for this harried mother. I have no reason to be harried. I sleep too much.There it is. I can finally admit that what my husband has said for years. You get more done if you get up early. But how can you change 40 something years of sleeping late? Let me know if you find the answer to this dilemma. Until then I can dream about serving these wonderful things I find on Pioneer Woman's website. I like to lurk on SmittenKitchen's site too. She has great things going on over there too. I will dream of a consistent posts and daily blog updates. Tomorrow. Because today, I am making chicken salad, homeschooling (more like yelling "have you done your math???) chasing a fly around the kitchen because it will drive me crazy if it lives and going for my horrible yearly exam. Yuck.

Once Busy

My hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to,
I didn't have much time for you.

I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say "A little later son, Son".

I'd tuck you in all safe at night
and hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.

For life is short, the years rush past...
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he by your side,
His precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play,
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long, and hard to fill.

I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.

Author Unknown

TobyMac - Get Back Up (Slideshow With Lyrics)

I Will Stand

How can I feel so abandoned

When I have always believed
I was doing what was commanded

where are you

where are you

you said you would never leave me

that evil couldn't deceive me

I would never walk alone

but now I

stand here frozen

how could we be the chosen

with a life in tatters

how do we know what matters

searching and seeking

always believing

I will stand

I will stand against this day

My knees will bow down to pray

TO YOU, and I will believe

my life is what matters

you took what was in tatters

and healed me ... with your blood

I will stand

I will not listen to lies

I will not be frozen

We are part of the chosen

 and will glorify you name

Praising all tests and times that came

 to strengthen me.

A Mother's Legacy by Sharilyn Martin

A Mother's Legacy by Sharilyn Martin

 

   Come with me to a an old farmhouse where a mother kneels in prayer. Tears flow as she cries out to God for strength to go on, for the sake of her three little ones. If only her husband would be a Godly man and spiritual leader! Although, he provides the material needs of his family, his neglect of their emotional and spiritual needs is a burden that threatens to crush her. The flame of faith burns feebly tonight, and she feels like giving up. Is the struggle worth it?

   Go with me, fifty years later, to a softly lighted chapel where the woman's wasted body now lies in a coffin. Her children, adults now, speak reverently of the mother who provided a guiding light through their formative years, drawing them to their own faith in her Savior. A score of young Christian men and women look lovingly on their grandmother's face. Tomorrow her grandsons will carry her to her grave. Tomorrow they will sing of a praying mother and grandma who loved Jesus.

Was the struggle worth it?

   My imagination pushes the fast forward button of time, and another fifty years slips by. In my mind's eye, I see another coffin in the chapel - not my grandmother's, but mine. The little ones that snuggle in my arms today will then be grown men and women with families of their own. What will the picture look like?

   Today I am painting that picture of tomorrow. Today the colors are wet in my hands, but tomorrow they will have dried.

What kind of legacy will I leave?




-excerpt from "The Hand That Rocks The Cradle"

A Question of Motive

Who are you to say where I’ve been and what I’ve done wrong?
Why do you avoid my eyes, passing in the hall?
I heard you whisper when I passed, to your neighbor
There she goes, I know she’ll fall

Where I’ve been, have you seen,
 Are you familiar with streets so mean?
Have you seen an addict in your room
Or touched a man whose future is gone?

Who are you to say,  I don’t deserve
A hand reached out to
A heart of love
Who are you to say where I’m going
When His word is a promise to all
Who are you to say who will fall?

My life is open, no secrets anymore,
I know who saved me, pulled me from that door
Of death
Nothing of me, empty inside
When God reached out, sin died

So, who are you to say, I don’t deserve
A hand stretched out on a cross of love
Who are you to say, where I’m going
 When His word is a promise to all
Who are you to say who will fall?

copyright 2009  Paige Morrison

Issac Newton

"In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence."

Sir Issac Newton