Alphabet Soup Garden Varieties

I do not believe memories are intrusive; they are a part of our personal histories.
As with everyone some are happy, and some are not. Grief on the other hand never really leaves us with anything else.
Its a life long process that finds different ways of reflection through time. Being twice a widow isnt always an easy task.
Sometimes, sorrow lingers in the air like an odor you cannot quite recognize. Sometimes it slams us in the face.
I simply express my feelings into thoughts, and on these pages. How they are interpreted is in the mind of the reader.
Thats the beauty of the written word. Others can see things in a different light.

peace happiness and hugs to all ox'
 
I do not believe memories are intrusive; they are a part of our personal histories.
As with everyone some are happy, and some are not. Grief on the other hand never really leaves us with anything else.
Its a life long process that finds different ways of reflection through time. Being twice a widow isnt always an easy task.
Sometimes, sorrow lingers in the air like an odor you cannot quite recognize. Sometimes it slams us in the face.
I simply express my feelings into thoughts, and on these pages. How they are interpreted is in the mind of the reader.
Thats the beauty of the written word. Others can see things in a different light.

peace happiness and hugs to all ox'
I guess you're right. I think what I meant was for me, at the time back then when those memories in my head pushed their way in unannounced I lacked faith in God, so it just seemed they were intrusive and painfully tried to push them away. But I recognise now that all experiences should be welcomed in order to heal. ty thenami I enjoy your poems a lot
 
another sleepless night
as my mind wanders
to known places
once traveled long ago
kept safe inside my heart
just the way they were
in memories dance
of many things beautiful
with a cup of green tea
as I sip them through
almost like turning pages
in small sweet swallows
and enjoy them over again

ox'
 
May our Father in heaven continue to bless us all, Cosia. Thank you for all you do :)


Benny and Jet came over for a visit
I was bringing in the trash cans
there is still a pet carrier on my front porch
since I quit letting them in the garage
Roll lives next door most of the time
she rarely lets me pet her to this day
Rock is no where to be found
havent seen him in months
but Benny sure is getting skittish
he wouldnt let me pet him this time
someone must have been mean
he still tries to stay in the garage
when I am putting around out there
I managed to grab a handful of dog food
so I put it out there while they visited
grateful and thankful beauties
if I took too long trying to get cat food
Im sure Jet would have ran off
it was nice seeing Benny let her eat first
kinda cute how they still pal around
adds happiness to my heart
that even cats can stay together
must be love :)
 
every now and then I laugh really loud
the hearty kind that makes your belly ache,
its sarcastic humor and Im not proud
that adds that cherry on top of my cake,

sometimes its a silly dad joke I like
that makes no sense as to why its funny,
its those raunchy ones that can take a hike
with false sweetness poured thick like honey,

I can be an odd bird in poetic rhyme
and Im no stranger to telling a joke,
its not a matter of the perfect time
I remember to make them laugh not choke...
 
its just another day
a breath at a time
will you consume it
shall it consume you
can you share wisely
productively and care
our Father is waiting
did you put Him first
you might cry in prayer
when there are things
you can do for yourself
so do them before
knocking on His door
and remember
every single moment
is a gift from Him
therefore cherish them
make them count
create great memories
and always be thankful
in the name of His Son
Jesus Christ~ Amen
 
its just another day
a breath at a time
will you consume it
shall it consume you
can you share wisely
productively and care
our Father is waiting
did you put Him first
you might cry in prayer
when there are things
you can do for yourself
so do them before
knocking on His door
and remember
every single moment
is a gift from Him
therefore cherish them
make them count
create great memories
and always be thankful
in the name of His Son
Jesus Christ~ Amen

Good morning, thenami;

I had two incidences yesterday frustrate me but it's just another day uplifted me.

The Lord always puts you where you need to be, blessing others with Alphabet Soup Garden Varieties

God bless you and thank you.

Bob
 
I have lots of incidences that frustrate me regularly. Yesterday, I bought some cheap carnations, and added to them from things around the house.
There was a wasp in some flowers I had and used. It stung me twice, and still hurts/itches today. My right ring finger is still swollen.
Im enjoying my beautiful bouquet I created for Valentines Day; its on my nightstand. To say I am thankful I was stung isnt a statement to make.
Being thankful I can appreciate Gods beauty in all things definitely is. Even that flipping wasp had a purpose for which it was made
(even though I smashed that little XXXX and flushed him into the sewer system).

So when things happen I dont like, I have my beautiful memories to recall. God has graced me with many flower arrangements in the past.
Therefore, in times of frustration I can find happiness right here in my mind and heart to pull me through any darkness/pain/grief I face.
This site, and this thread just keeps blossoming :) So when I get stung, and it hurts like heck I can get through that with great memories.
Then, I can get up off my booty, take some diphenhydramine, naproxen, and put ice on it knowing I can do these things for myself.
It is usually our fault when we get into messes. Its how we handle them, and how we than present ourselves to our Father afterwards.
So, instead of praying I dont get stung again, I will pray I am less stupid in my own humanity and more aware of my surroundings.

Its a matter of perspective :)
ox' love to all
 
might you ease my heart, my Lord
for my feelings are with my daughter
she is enduring yet another tribulation
knocking on the surgery door
yet again, and again, and again
too young to be so ill from this life
guide her to prayer and relieve her pain
she is suffering greatly today Father
in the name of your Son Jesus Christ
help her find some relief
Amen~
 
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down
When we’re on this earth We Will wobble and hobble
And splash around
Always crying, trying
But don’t forget to laugh because
It’s just the way it is so just
Go with it and join in our big massive family of being messy creatures
Instead of standing ground
Play with it.
Because

Jesus takes it all and
And then all is still and well…
 
I claw into the cliff side
hanging onto the muddy soil with all my strength
as I find a solid rock to step upon
to hang diligently in balance
soil eroding away in my hair and nails
while I breathe and exhale long and labored
my clothing clinging to my body like spray paint

and I am thankful for directions

for I know which way to go to get to the top
as the Lord is with me helping me find stones
one step one pull one handful of shale
bloody as I do this battle of survival
perseverance is my compass
in these crevices among the living
climbing is a push and pull of up and down

and Im thankful for the dirt in my face

it means I am getting closer
with blisters and sores and anguish
I shall become eternally victorious
resting well in love peace harmony happiness
there is a special place prepared just for me
and I will no longer have to fight the good fight
to be pain free in heaven forever free

and I am thankful for salvation

Amen ox'
 
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