I wonder how many people I’ve hurt.

Heavenly Father, in this beautiful morning I am so thankful that You are able and often do make impossible situations possible.In this beautiful morning I like to ask for forgiveness for the seemingly limitless capacity I have to be foolish. Heavenly Father, please help us live our lives with loving intent, cultivating meaningful relationships with our families, friends, and even our brothers and sisters we’ll never engage in our lifetime. Heavenly Father please teach me in your wisdom,so that my life might be pleasing to You and a blessing to others around me....In Your name I am strong, fearless and blissful. In your name Jesus Christ, I’ll continue to pray… Amen!

The womb
It's a glorious *****
A reproductive
Amazement

It was my first home
It was yours
It gave us
Exactly what we needed

We got "baking time"
Little buns developing
Being nourished and
Fully insulated
From the outside
From any of the bad
Any of the harsh elements
And the school of hard knocks
That we were not ready to receive

Winter flowers are small and hardy.
They lack the ostentation of summer blooms.
They are quiet, they do no insist upon themselves.
They are as they are, blooming in defiance of the cold and the dark.
I often feel like those flowers.
I have wreathed my aunt's face in those small, resilient, flowers.
We shall not succumb to the cold of winter.
We will bloom in defiance.
We will bloom in love.
We will bloom in remembrance.
We will bloom.

Upon a wooden cross
Sealed by a rusty nail
The savior of mankind
His hands and feet impaled
While sinners mocked and jeered
A lesson He did give
Choosing to die this way
So all of us could live
He said if we repent
And seek Him as the way
He’d prepare a place for us
To join him one fine day
He died to save us all
Yet some denounce His name
They banned Him from our schools
And treat him with disdain
For those that keep the faith
Your worship won’t be lost
He said so on that night
Upon that wooden cross.