Friday, January 27, 2012

The Gravel and The Paved


"It is not down in any map; true places never are." ~Herman Melville


Each man walks his own road....no one's path is ever quite the same.
All the directions have no map...some ways are gravel, and some are paved.
We learn the way as we go...stumbling over bumps and trouble's rocks.
Its a journey that forms callus feet and hearts....that can either save us or get us lost.
Hope's destination can seem remote and utterly beyond our reach.
Yet, if we read God's road signs.. .....we learn that each course was meant to teach.









Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A Well Built House,

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"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to." 
 ~John Ed Pearce


It has been well over 30 years since I set foot in that old house. 
It was torn down years ago, but in my memories it still stands proud.
I step inside it's walls and walk up the creeky stairs to my old room.
I wander through the contents and look out the window at the view.
I can't go back and hear the voices that echo through the halls,
but I can carry the memories with me and never let them fall.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Words of Hope Still Speak

"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase." ~Martin Luther King, Jr




I wanted to take the time to give tribute to a great man in history on this special day. One of the things that I love about Martin Luther King, Jr is the fact that he was full of so much hope and bravery.  There are few other people that have had such an impact on society.  His words are still being spoken, and will continue throughout the ages.  He certainly is a hero of the past,present, and the future....his many speeches know no time limit.  His dream lives on inspiring us all forward. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

A Horse of Another Color,


My maternal grandmother was quite the colorful lady....from blue hair to amazing tales...she always captivated me with her childhood stories and interesting views on life.  I have never met anyone since that time who was even half as eccentric as my dear grandma was.  I have all the colorful memories of her tucked away swaddled in beautiful cloth....every once in a while I set them free like a wonderful pony out of it's fence.  Now the memories of my Mom ,well...that is a horse of another color.

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