In the midst of building patience (life), I've been doing my best to be the home school mom I should be, plan for the Christmas Season, and for my daughter's 7th Birthday (next week)!!!
Something you might find interesting ....
I've been working on a poem that has been sitting on my laptop for awhile. I normally find poetry very hard to write and avoid it. I know that since it came together during my most uninspired moments, it's not really my own. The very last stanza doesn't rhyme, so I'll most likely add to it later on ... Lord willing~ ;)
Dusty, dirty, hopeless and worn,
nothing to offer Heaven but scorn.
scheming, pleasing, pious, a fake,
worldly honor was all mine to take.
Shallow, gossip, thirsty for truth,
looking for someone, not knowing who.
Confused, numb, heartache and tears,
Disappointment and failure give way to fears.
Stand still within chaos, hear voice call my name.
“Give Me your rags, your tears, your shame”.
I’m startled to find a strong hand holding mine,
“Who are you!?” I’m filled with a new hope, new shine.
“I’m your Maker; I have other plans for your life.
The road won’t be easy, but I’m here by your side.
I’ll lead and protect- just place your smaller steps inside mine-,
When you can’t hear my voice, press in closer …
I’ll always be holding your hand.”