Friday, December 4, 2015


     Christmas was my mom's favorite time of year. She gave to each family member: Aunts, Uncles, nieces, (no nephews exist) sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, she even gave to friends and their family who couldn't give back.
     Her last days on earth, she was given a Christmas gift she didn't wear. My aunt had given her a nice, pink robe because mom was ill. She had not worn it three days after Christmas when she died December 28, 1969.
     I remember my aunt asked to return the robe.  I remember it was a curious request, but did not jump to judgment. Years later I realized the two women's viewpoint. They were from the "Great Depression" era. They were frugal. "Waste not, want not," was evident in their decisions.
     Mom knew the thought behind the gift was genuine love. She loved back through a last gesture of frugality.
     I see this same quality in her grandchildren as they have grown. They love to shop. They love to give, even when the recipients can't return the favor. Praise The Lord for a giving family.

 …."It is more blessed to give than to receive. (Acts 20:35) NIV

Sunday, November 8, 2015

God Will Provide

Whatever comes your way
God is able to provide
For unseen things and others
our soul longs to abide

We see Him in the beauty of the sky bright and blue
We see Him in the sunset, magnificent though it be
We see Him in the moonlight, subtle it may be.
We see Him everywhere in our lives.

Understand His mercy we must see
as we travel life's highway
that opens up new meaning as
new horizons we like to seek

Your life is a mystery
for you to perceive great humanity
In the Lord we find no discouragement
But hope and love and life abundantly.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Games We Play

     We all enjoy playing games with each other. It is challenging to see how strong we are on certain information that can be entertaining or serious.
     Recently, well actually about a year ago. We went to a retreat with the family. We played “Scategories”. It told us a lot about each other. The men were better than the women choosing more words when it was about cars. The women were stronger with words about history.
     However, when it came to “Pictionary” the women could guess quicker than the men. However, the roll of the dice the men were better, therefore made their game piece go at a quicker pace to end the game. So they won that one.
      Playing games can give us insight to people by their actions or reactions. Some people are silent and others noisy. Some people are passive and others passionate.
We can approach life like that some time. At times we are passive and other times we become very passionate.
      However, often times in life our actions or reactions revolve around the gospel.  We live what we learn, and when we learn the word of God we react better to situations in life. When we meditate on the Word, we can be better players in the game of life. We can be passive or passionate about the word.
     Sometimes we are very passionate about God and Jesus. Sometimes we can be passive. We can be silent or noisy about Jesus. But we always act or react to the Word.
     I pray we will be active with other people, yet when we react it will be with kindness toward them.

“And be ye kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.” (Ephesians 4:32 KJV)

Wednesday, April 29, 2015


Lifting a load of a ton of clothes
I wonder if a life will unfold
From a paralytic life I'll hold 

God was good you might say
My luck will hold
 A life well staid

To live in God's kingdom 
And foresee the need 
To tell others of God's great love for thee


Animal crackers
Wouldn't you know 
A healthy snack 
For young and old

Babies teethe on them
Toddlers too
Enjoy the heck 
Out of three or two 

On the go
Or in the know
Animal crackers
For young and old

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Neighborhood Growing Up

Baseball, kickball, football
Well played in the vacant lot
By neighborhood kids
Of all ages
From eight to teen years 
Back in the '50’s lean years
In the neighborhood 
Growing up

Back when kids went barefoot
Catching fireflies at dusk
Before kids were not scared
Of "catching bugs" of a different kind
Where butterflies flew freely
For all to see and admire
In the neighborhood
Growing up

Friday, January 23, 2015


Several years ago my husband and I took a trip to Waco from Beaumont area headed toward the north central Texas. As my husband drove, I became engaged in the view. Taking highway 69 North to Woodville, then Highway 287 Northwest toward Crockett, then Highway 7 to Centerville to Highway 6 that leads on into Waco.

On the route Highway 287 Northwest, there were several ranches with fences that led to gates from which hung the American Flag and the Texas Flag on either side. It was a grand sight to see, and glory shone through the patriotism of these Texas people.

The sight inspired me to write these poems. I hope they inspire you too.


Flags flying in the wind
Going to and fro,
The U.S. flag, the Texas flag
Between two gates unknown
As we travel Texas roads.

A ranch among the pine tress flow
We dare not be dismayed.
The U.S. flag, the Texas flag
Waving in the wind
As onward we travel through this land
Bought by blood and sweat and tears.


I see two flags a flying,
   high up in the air.
Over gates wide and strong,
The U.S. flag so proud and proved she hangs
    above the clouds

The Texas flag beside her also hangs
Just as proud as she ever was in years gone by
     bought with blood and sweat and tears,
     also bought with hands very tried and true.

Monday, January 12, 2015

The Anniversary

     We drove for about 40 minutes down the highway to Al T”s Seafood and Steakhouse. It was a cold day but, we enjoyed getting out after two days of rainy weather being cooped up inside.

     As we were seated in the non-smoking section that led down a small hallway, there were windows on the outside wall. In the window was a shelf with metal sculptures. One in the shape of a chicken, the other had a miniature pitcher that would have been used for watering pot plants. In the middle was a miniature washtub with a flower arrangement in it.

     Out side the window were picnic table for bright sunny days. They looked like several people could share a meal there. The food was delicious with just the right amount of proportions for us. Inside was warm and cozy. The waitress was attentive, yet gave us our quiet time.

     The date ended when we returned home to take a quiet evening just quietly meditating with each other just as we had begun the day.