Thoughts roaring through my head, never stopping long enough to solve my own issues.
I watch as the remains of my sanity string through my fingertips with no chance to stop it.
I have been told all of my life, how I'm so strong , how they wish they could handle things like me , how do I do it , I'm the strongest woman they have ever seen.  And I ponder on these opinions and still wish one thing.
I wish I were standing there as they were standing here, just a glance through their eyes I would like to see, I would like to see through there eyes as they are looking at me . To be on the outside looking in would be a sight to see, maybe one day I'll see through my own eyes what their eyes see when they are looking at me.

Darkened days have fallen like dead branches from a tree.
Have we no ambition to brighten our life in this cruel world in which we reside,, yet we absorb all the negative energy and expect it not to be. A world of anger, depression, replacing happiness and love , we are creating self made anxiety.
We are all created as equal so the story tells, is it by our own choices that made the tainted evils of  this world a way of life to live, we stand in the dark as we criticize one another when we need to criticize ourself, just as we live in the dark and consume our heart with anger and expect it to change by itself . The sadness in life is going to be just as the happy times will too. For where there is good there will be evil, the way we choose to live this life we are given is totally up to me and you. Let the sun fill your heart as you are Blessed beyond belief, though you will never see it standing in the dark watching the dead branches fall from the tree.

Every second of every hour, my heart lays heavy as thoughts of you race through my mind,
Oh my son how I am missing you.
Hours turn into days, days into weeks, never a moment passes by, I try to chase a happy thought visioning  your beautiful smile,  it never lasts long enough and once again I cry,  Oh son I'm Missing You.
Hearing your voice on the phone is a blessing every time, I never let you know that when we speak your voice tells it all. I can read you like a book just by your tone. Some days I hear a young man grown up so much but other days I can hear your pain and sense your fear and I know how bad you wish you were home. Oh my son I'm Missing you .
Every Holliday is sad for me as I know it is for you. Sweet baby boy of mine, two years have passed, it seems like forever since I've seen you. If we can just hold on a little longer, this uphill battle we've been on is on the down hill side of over. My Sweet Boy God  only knows How Much Your Momma is Missing You..

They stood helpless as He was Crowned with thorns, then anchored with wood in form of a cross.  He carried that cross to the scene of his death, where they drove spiked nails through his flesh.
Hung from the cross tortured and beat , His death Fell upon him, They  wrapped his body in a white  sheet and laid it inside the tomb. As they left they sealed the tomb with a boulder surely to heavy to move. Our Father gave his life that day for the sake of our sins .
As Mary went to the tomb that day, she bear witness of an angel perched on the rock, as the rock no longer blocked the entrance to the tomb where Jesus was laid, she entered the tomb and much to her surprise, Jesus Christs  body was no longer there as the angel spoke to Mary "He's Alive" He Rose from the dead that day to forgive us of our sins. As we live this life He gave to us I praise Him for His Grace For Just as He died for us He Rose from the Dead just the same. He is Alive Thank you sweet Jesus

Waking to the melodies of a chorus of birds. Visioning the  leafs on the trees dancing merely to the beat.
  April showers falling from the heavens above,   touching the unearthed seedlings preparing for their bloom.
Springtime is almost here.
May arriving bringing the sunshine to dry the moistened ground, as each seeding awakes by the morning dew, their limbs stretching through the soil , like a baby chick pecking the shell, they are brought to life.
There is so much beauty a city never sees, like the enchanted flies of the southern country with glowing fairy-like wings. Let's not forget the whipperwill singing in the old oak trees or the katiedids that hide in their shell. The crickets joining as their legs play violin as the bull frogs play base with there deep vocal sounds, if you sit quietly you may likely hear, the howling of  a pack of coyotes so far from you but sound so near.
Springtime in the south is heaven on Earth , no hustle or bustle or lights from the cities to interfere.
I can't imagine springtime anywhere but here.

Though you've never held me in your arms or seen my precious face.
Though  you have never held  my little hand and led me on my way
Though youve  never read me a bedtime story or bounced  me on your knee.
Though you haven't stood for hours and watch me as I sleep.
Though you haven't knelt  beside me to say my bedtime prayer or tucked  me in at night.
Though you've never  kiss my little cheek and to make me feel alright.
  Though I haven't met you yet, it's not too far away.
I'll be here waiting for you on that special day.
These are all the things I dream about and I hope that you do too.
  Daddy don't you worry cause your little girl already loves you .

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