Heaven’s Bus

A strong woman died today

With a last breath she slipped away

Although she is happy and finally free

Lingering pain is now filling me

Never did I know someone so down to earth

Filled with strength, joy and mirth

They say she’s the lucky one riding on heaven’s bus

But lucky were we, each and every one of us

How I wish she was just taking a trip to town

Instead of going to be handed her crown

I hope they all know there might not be one sturdy enough

To fit on the head of one so tough

In memory of my friend Deleen “Finky” Cook. She died this morning. This is not the poem that will be read at her funeral…just a poem of what I feel. Not too sure about the bus thing. Lol it just popped out of my head. But I got to thinking if there is an express bus in heaven, you better believe Finky will be on it.

She was 71 years old She came to God in 1997. Lived a long life of hardships, working through nursing school, four kids as well. In the early 90’s (I think) she was told she had an inoperable brain tumor. She given a death sentence. She got a second opinion, where she learned she would live but they would go through her mouth to take out the tumor. The surgery left her face paralyzed and a bit tugged to the side. She was left with no hearing in her ear and limited sight in her eye on the paralyzed side of her face. She would have to put drops in her eyes quite often as the eye was paralyzed to a certain extent. They put gold in that eyelid to weigh it down so she could blink and keep it closed to sleep. They chose gold because it will not react in ct scans and MRI machines.

Once this happened she was forced into a life of being disabled. But one thing Finky was NOT was disabled. She kept going. And I guarantee not many of us could keep up with her. She found rides where she needed to go. If she needed to take the bus, I tell ya she would never be too proud to take the bus.

Amy’s World

My blog activity is out of necessity…I guess. I feel a need to write. Not a have to, so that’s good. See I’ve been seeing how social media boils down to self. Look what I made. Look what I accomplished. Look at what I have. Look at what I’m going to get. Come on, there has to be more than this at the end of a day. The main thing should remain the main thing. Did I help someone? Did I help change a life?

So what’s been going on around here? School. Loving it. Absolutely loving it. The girls are doing wonderfully. My two 5th graders picked a continent to pick a country out of to do a poster report. Well they picked Antarctica. No population. No government set up there. Sounds like a good place to run to to get away from the realities of the election, the fraud, the riots, the contention, the covid….wonder if Corona can live in Antarctica with those low temps🤔

I’m about to lose a friend to death. Lung cancer end stage. I lost a friend to complications of covid back in August. Still hurts. And now my dear friend hasn’t had anything to eat in 5 weeks. Her bowels suffered irreversible repair after stroke. She was too weak also for chemo or even the new immunotherapy.

She is declining and should pass away this week. Pass away. Weird thought, isn’t it? We like to put it nicely, I guess. My friend will die. I have been praying for her to die. Lord, please take her quick. Weird to think I’m praying for someone to die. I have gotten past the guilt of that. Some friends of mine showed me how it’s out of compassion that we tend to pray a prayer like that.

It hit me yesterday when, again I was praying for my friend’s passing to happen quickly and praying for the family to see God in this experience. That they would feel His presence in that home as they wait for their mother’s death. The thought hit me…do they realize how close they are to heaven these last days? They know their mother will go to heaven. She has given her life to God many years ago. Do they realize just how close they will be to heaven, as their mother slips out of this world and the heavens open to receive her.

Grief is weird. At least, that’s my newest thought on the matter. Losing these two women is hard for me. They were older ladies that I clung to in the church. They both have talked me down many ledges. They had rejoiced with me, they helped me, they even both showed for my grandmother’s funeral because it was my grandmother who died and they wanted to show me their support. The loss I feel for them for exceeds any loss I’ve had outside of my children.

Grief does come in waves like they often say. Out of nowhere after a calm, easy quiet day, here comes a bout of crying, weeping. And as soon as it comes, it just leaves. I feel no better, no worse after that. We cry for ourselves when we grieve. I get that. But even knowing this doesn’t stop the waterworks.

Well anyway, I’m ok. I’m sure you all have been here a time or two and can relate. I did write a poem for my friend and I will post it when she passes, slips away or dies…however you wanna look at it. Til then how about a few update pics?

Field trip to a nature center. I observed while our brave girls touched the fox snake! Ewe
Leah made herself a doll using old socks from her drawer
Learning to sew in Doves. She is sewing on a badge she earned
3 tins of buttons…nothing better for little girls
Election night…coloring their electoral maps..until….the election basically stopped. Try explaining to kids just what is going on with the election.
The younger girls get a sash to sew

Clean Slate


My pastor preached a good one today. Reminded me of this poem I wrote Jan. 2019…

Lord come and wipe it all away clean.

Wipe the chalkdust away until the slate is green.

Erase when I said, what I said to you know who.

While you’re at it, can you wipe away what they said to me too?

Is there really a way to just swipe, erase it all?

Shouldn’t there be something left for us to recall?

A penance, a price we need to pay,

for not doing it the right way?

And what about those marks, those lines that remained on the slate so long?

That keep tally of every slight and every wrong.

For when they are wiped, a shadow of them is left hauntingly behind.

How do you erase them clearly, and only clean can you find?

What about those marks that were wrote deep, forever etched on the slate’s memory to stay?

Can you really just scrub, and sweep them away?

Can a clean slate really be true?

Start over fresh and new?

Lord, come and wipe it all away clean.

For my eraser doesn’t work, only yours does my King!

The Name

Pummeling me from every direction

Out of control in every section

Just how do you spread your confusion?

Playing on emotions; every delusion

And although, at times, I wish I were a bit quicker

As you pile it on thicker and thicker

You think you’re so clever and sly

But I do see your handiwork by and by

See, there’s a Spirit living inside of me

That gives me power over YOU, the enemy!

With a whisper or with a shout

One mighty word, Jesus!! and you gotta get out!

Blog Status

As you know, I haven’t wrote much these past few months. It seems as though all I’m really doing is updates on our busy lives and nothing that substantial. I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a book, even tried a chapter. It was more than I could handle as far as a plot and keeping the characters straight. I set it back down and told myself, maybe one day.

Writing poetry has been fun but not much comes to mind as before. It was beginning to feel like a ‘have to’ thing, instead of the fun it once was.

I have made a couple life long friends on here and have even joined an email prayer line which I’ve enjoyed and relied on many of times. But sadly, I’ve decided to stop writing on here. I have to print my poems from here before I delete my blog. So you will see my blog and may search it for a while, but I won’t be writing anything new.

I recently unplugged myself from Facebook and I can say I felt a withdrawal from an addiction I didn’t realize that I had. Not saying I’m addicted to wordpress, but rather that ‘have to’ feeling I get when I think of it really gets under my skin. I have many commitments in my life right now.

This decision gives me a feeling of relief.

For those friends that I have connected with, you know where to find me. Email city!

Thank you for reading my stuff and commenting positively every single time. And thank you for your uplifting stories and faithful posts in a dark time in our world.

Amy’s World

Hi all. A big thank you to those of you on the prayer email line that prayed for my family and me. I’m grateful to have a place to go to request prayer!

Since my last Amy’s World post, my family and I came down with Covid-19. Sadly, many in our church came down sick. I wanted to share our experience with you.

I felt a tickle in my throat, no more than a dryness that I couldn’t clear away on a Wednesday morning. By that evening I knew I was sick. I went to bed with the headache and fatigue, but I woke in the night to extreme chills that chattered my jaw. I had a low grade fever for only a day while I rode the couch and bed. With getting sick the days were weird. One day I felt I was 75% better and the next I’d be knocked down again. It became discouraging a couple of the days, but I kept reminding myself that it could be way worse.

While enduring this, each day I’d hear of another and another in the church who were sick and had tested positive as well. It became frightening at times, but I had to remember, my God is bigger. I also reminded myself that they were most likely experiencing the same symptoms as me and that I have been sicker than this covid and we would all be ok.

But my good friend and mentor, Sue, or Sister Fisher to many, did not make it. She was 66 yrs old. She suffered with lupus and a muscle disease for many years. I’ve seen her fight and beat pneumonia before. I’ve seen her fight bouts of dehydration leading to hospitalization and win.

She was sick with covid for a week and half, give or take a day, when the shortness of breath sent her to the hospital. She died a week later. Man does it hurt. She was a good mentor to me for many years. When I first got saved, she helped me so many times.

She’s been gone almost two weeks now. And it still hurts. She was a friend to me. We shared recipes, we swaped favors, and told each other secrets. I learned many life lessons from her life and her stories she would share.

Now she’s gone. Our church is on the mend. Everyone is out of quarantine and getting on with their lives. Wanting to put the whole thing behind them.

I’m starting to hear little comments like, “Why did your church open so early?” “Weren’t you all wearing masks?” “Well now you know how dangerous this thing is.”

My answer in a nutshell…we all know the risks each time we leave our homes and go to the store, or the dentist, or our jobs. There’s nowhere to point the finger. But then again, man has been pointing a finger at God blaming Him where blame isn’t due. So why not look at the church during this time, and put the whole blame on one individual institution?

My answer is, I’m going to keep on serving God. Attending church is the ultimate help I need to achieve my goal of serving Him. If you can go to Walmart and buy yourself a steak, then you can go to church and be fed your daily bread as well. Just sayin…

I feel at times, a relief. We got the virus, it wasn’t that bad. We made it through. Now we don’t have to fear it so much and we have antibodies…I hope.

She’s Ready

In Loving Memory of My friend Sue July 9, 1954- Aug 31, 2020

I stood there watching as heaven’s door opened with a wide swing

Angelic hosts were sent; a mission from the King

Instructions clutched tight in their hands

His decree, His written demands…

“She’s ready, she’s finally free.

She’s ready, I need her here with Me

She fought the good fight, she won the race

Now she will eternally rest her eyes upon My face”

Words cannot describe how her eyes shone

As God’s soldiers brought her home

Looking down she saw her body, brand new

Her hands, her arms no longer bruised and blue

A robe so white, pristine, and clean

Placed upon her shoulders by her loving King

“Daughter, daughter…are you coming? It’s time!

For you have fulfilled this plan of mine.”

And with her chin held high, she turned, looked at me

Through a smile she said so lovingly…

Do not cry your tears of grief and loss

For disease and pain, they are no longer my boss

And with a quick bound of her agile bare feet

She turned and ran down the golden street

Amy’s Still Alive World

Hi y’all. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It seems inspiration to write has left the building! My dear friend at BornAgain encouraged me to share with you all what’s been going on.

All is well. We are are all physically well here. Back to church and my husband is still working. Only one who has been on a stand-still is my oldest as her day services have been closed since March. I have been trying to keep her as busy as I can. She is a big help around here.

We’ve taken a few trips to a near by amusement park over the summer, our yearly trip to my Aunt’s camper and many trips to a state park 10 mins away from our house.

I’ve spent many hours preparing for school. We started last week. I have taken another girl, Abigail’s age to homeschool along with my two girls. It’s been a blessing as she brings life to our school days. To watch her face light up as she gets the academic attention she’s needed. Having her here each day gives my girls someone to play with…and someone to fight over. All of you that had siblings growing up know what I mean.

We did alot of baking cakes over the summer. Both girls baked a cake for Leah’s bday. They loved it.

Abigail has a pet chicken named Bessie. It comes to her when she calls its name. The chicken will perch on her arm. The chicken rode on the big wheel too! Don’t ask.

Abigail wove her own purse with her loom. And leah made her own doll out of scrap material and yarn.

More pics with Bessie-boo the chicken.

Paddle boats for weary legs

Pontoon boat rides and sunburns!

Car shows…where the girls got bored at one point so they fought over each cool car yelling, “Mine, I claim it!”

Let’s see if that works…”mine!”

Nope not in my driveway…😟

Not that chicken again!!

See that rollercoaster behind us? They need a sign that says…for the physically young, not the young at heart! Seriously, fun!

Real stuffed lion at a restaurant. Leah named it Patrick.

My husband’s version of mask protection. I told him it bothers me I can’t see people’s faces if they’re smiling or not. With his rendition…everyone smiles!

We let a zucchini get real big on purpose….guess who ate it?

Yep that chicken!

Here’s our schoolroom. We are doing almost 5 hrs of hard work a day. It’s been intense. I’ve designed the day like a dance it seems. I’m working out the glitches, but for the most part I’m well pleased with what I’ve come up with the teach 2 in 5th grade and 1 in 2nd grade.

God bless

Even At The Doors

Don’t they see? Don’t they hear?

Lord, Your coming is so near

Earthquakes in diverse places

Heartache and hatred on their faces

Germs hidden away, air tight

Masks come off though during the fight

Quiet the riots dear Lord

Then may they hear Your Word

Stop the fearful webs from spinning

Show them all no one is winning

Is it time for iniquity to abound?

Has their love waxed cold; never to be found?

Will the cold hearts hear Your trumpet’s call?

Or will You tell them depart, I never knew you at all?

Your heart breaks at the beginning of sorrows

For you know they are running out of tomorrows….

Amy Blount July 2020

Images found on the internet.

Little by Little

Little by little You changed me

Bending, shaping and molding

Bit by bit, you took it all away

Smoothing edges once were frayed

Step by step, You were guiding

A new story You were writing

Day by day You emptied my regret

Upon Your rock is where I’m set

Over and over You hand Your mercy out

All day long… Your praises I’m gonna shout!

Amy Blount 6/22/2020