What a Mother Can’t Do

There are several things a mother can’t do.

She can’t remember the pain she had when she gave birth to you.

She can’t forget your birthday even if you are 42.

She can’t be angry for too long no matter what you have done.

She can’t write down her recipes or send them on the phone.

She can’t pretend she’s not upset when things hurt her she cries.

She can’t understand what you’ve done wrong even when she knows you lied.

She can’t stop wanting the best for you even when she sacrificed her time.

Your mother can never stop saying, “I told you so”, and “I am always right”.

Your mother can’t stop loving you, you are her greatest joy.

Just remember that your mother carried you in her heart and forever her love will be yours.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Blessings~

I’ve Got a Lot of Pens

I’ve got a lot of pens, you see.
I’m a writer so that’s not odd to me.
Maybe I’ll write with the blue one today, or the red, black, or purple pen I used yesterday.
It doesn’t matter the color of in that flows.
The only thing that matters is the word in my notes.
There are many pens that I can choose, but only one special one that I plan to use.
Even though I’ve got a lot of pens in my drawer, my favorite pen does what I need.
I use each pen to write out how I feel.
My pens are used to make my visions seen.
The only pens I used today was not the black, or the purple, red, or any other color.
I used the computer because I couldn’t choose between one or the other.

There’s A Reason You Can’t Fit Those Shoes

Big shoesBaby girl, don’t try to wear those shoes.

Those shoes weren’t made for you.

Those shoes are not the right size, they are way too big!

                                    I know you want them to fit, but trust me one day you will.

            You have a journey to take, a lifetime of experiences that will take you down and uphill.

                  You will get there!

                  You might be bruised, beaten, or scared.

                 Your shoes may be nice and new, shiny and bright.

                My shoes may be old, worn and tight.

 But I assure you though you go through the valley of death, you will see green pastures if you hold onto His hand.

Growing pains are inevitable, they are a part of everyone’s life story, the difference is how you end.

What is it that is in your path?

Who plays a part of your life’s cast?

No one knows what shoes you will wear.

No one knows what pain you will bear.

No one can tell you what your future will look like.

Only shoes you can fill is your own size.

No matter what they look like life will put you in shoes that are right for you.

I pray with each growing day, and every passing year the shoes you wear will give you growing room.

Blessings ~