The Best of Me


I think I’ll share some of my poetry previously posted over the next week or two. This one is from 2019…. I remember the day I wrote this one…

Walking into trashy night club, ladies get in free…got the best of me.

Rolled up joints, cocaine lined up neat, pills popping like corn…got the best of me.

Creeping in the night, doing what’s not right…got the best me.

And what was left after that was the worst of me. Anger, spite, bitterness, and true hate for myself.


You came and gave me life…now You’re the best of me.

Shinning through my smile that comes from my heart…they see You, the best of me!

Without You my Savior, there is no me!

Random Thoughts on Time

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I think us writers have brains just bursting with ideas, thoughts, opinions, worries, and story ideas. Does your brain feel like it’s just constantly going? I can walk into a store and see something discarded on the ground, a sentence or two will pop into my mind. Because I am doing other things, I cannot not keep the story going in my head. Trying to recall it later is useless. I recently watched Undercover Boss and this particular boss had a waterproof notepad and pencil he hung in his shower. I need one of those!

Lately my thoughts go to growing old. Comparing my life and the stage I’m in with that of my grandmother’s life. What was she doing at age forty seven? Will it fly by for me as it had for her?

I also have been thinking on how the elderly get treated by the younger generations. My newest thought is, mankind does not want to be reminded of what will be when it comes to growing old. So maybe the younger generations tend to avoid the elderly because it is too hard to face what their fate will ultimately be. Is that why so many treat the elderly as if they’re dumb or childlike? Are we subconsciously pushing them away so we do not have to face reality?

Yes, us Christians are to be excited to get to Heaven. Homesick for that Sweet Beulah Land. If I have to be honest, I’d say I’m curious how the rest of my story will play out. Especially if I get and stay in the will of God allowing Him to direct my paths.

My other random thoughts are on our world today. I hear it everywhere. “Jesus is fixin to come back soon” I hear, “This has to be the end times.” It gets my mind going when I hear this. I immediately go to our kitchen cabinets, will we have enough supplies to make it? How will we live? What will we do? Yes, I know what you’re thinking while reading this. You’re either thinking, well if we are right with God , we need not worry. Or maybe you’re thinking, consider the lilies, or even the sparrow. You are right, but that doesn’t stop the overly imaginable things that reel through this brain of mine.

Random Thoughts….right?

Here’s a new one for me. The day is fast approaching that my twelve year old will be an adult and out on her own. She was in the shower the other day. I got to thinking of how when our babies are born we mothers know every inch of our child’s body. We know every mole, every scar on our child’s body. We know when said child needs a bath or hair combing. This for me as a mother was in some ways pure joy and in other ways, pure agony.

The joy is that you are caring for your child and meeting each and every need for that child. This is a parent’s job. The agony of it is, this child is so dependent on you that the pressure to give and do all you can in the rearing of this child can feel huge at times.

When my child was in the shower, I was reminded of how I don’t need to handle all aspects of her life because she is in a position to make some of her own choices now. She can shower and care for her own body. It was in this moment, I realized that her future lays in my hands for the time being, but not for much longer. The more independent she gets, the less control I have in her life. I know, I know. That’s what is supposed to happen. The agony here for me is, will her father and I have done enough of the right stuff to send her out of the nest in the right direction?

The last of my random thoughts I would like to share is about time…how time does heal some wounds. Lately, when I think back on heartbreaking times in my life, the severity of it isn’t there anymore. I think some of that comes from the time I put in therapy. I also think some of it comes with age and experience. Today marks one year since my mother’s death. I feel bad in saying this, but I don’t feel any different today than I did yesterday. I did not spend the day reflecting upon her and her death. Time can heal wounds, but it cannot reason with you on how you feel. Time is just there to fill in the empty times in our daily lives.

Time can heal. Time can fly too. Time can be cruel on the body. Time can cause anxiety. Time can lie too. (daylight Savings Time lol) One thing for absolute sure is that time will tick on.

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Something Found

Haven’t I been here before?

Hasn’t this feeling once knocked on my door?

What did I do in the past?

To make these feelings not last?

‘Round this block I’ve gone

Singin’ this same old song

Careening out of control

As the evil prodding takes it toll

How did I get right back here?

Clouded lines, that used to be so clear

What did I do then, that I could do now?

To get back to okay somehow…..

The bell of memories chimes its sound

As verses fill my head of ninety-nine lost, and one found

The Shepherd’s joy, the Woman’s peace

At something found, the Father’s feast!

Wars and Rumors of Wars . . .

This post by Bruce speaks to me, does it speak to you?

I was adopted when just a few months old. My birth mother’s parents had migrated to Canada from the Ukraine. I’ve known this for many years now, but as of late, due to what is currently transpiring in the Ukraine, for some unknown reason, what is happening, has hit me hard. It’s difficult to explain. […]

Wars and Rumors of Wars . . .

Being Still

Oldie but a goodie

Have you ever felt this way?

Sitting, waiting because You said to be still

Any idea how hard it can be to do Your will?

When fleshly desires are screaming in my head

Fighting off anger, again seeing red

Bouncing off the walls trying to get my way

Lord give me the strength to let You have Your way

That old man continually knocks at my door

Trying to get me to question what all my sacrifices are for

That old man doesn’t know You like I do

That old man doesn’t know the sacrifice You went through

You hung on that cross to pay that old man’s debt

Blood poured out; covered sin, shame, and regret

I guess if You could be still on that cross for me

I could be still and wait for life more abundantly

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I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. John 10:10 KJV

How to Measure Success

This is so good and so true. Take the time to read and remind yourself where true success comes from. Thanks!

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,    neither are your ways my ways,”declares the Lord.“As the heavens are higher than the earth,    so are my ways higher than your ways    and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9 “After the journey of writing my first book, Quiet Strength, God impressed upon me and Nathan that His measurement of […]

How to Measure Success

Amy’s World

Hi Blog family! I’m sorry I haven’t been consistently posting, but I have been consistently reading your posts. Those of you who write daily devotionals…. My hat is off to you! I read in wonder of how you can come up with something daily. But then I remind myself the authors don’t have kids tugging at their brains! Lol.

Being a mom can be mental hard work some days. I will hear my girls bickering, and I just want to pound a gavel to stop the courtroom jibbering and yammering. Other days being a mom is physically draining as I’m bending over and picking up this and that. Folding clothes and frying pans of chicken. They say I’m going to miss these days, y’all. I will, I know I will.

Homeschooling is going good. Anyone have a trick to help a kid hear the short ‘e’ and the short ‘i’? Leah has a hard time differentiating between the two when she is spelling.

Things I’ve learned recently….

1. If you run a funeral dinner, ask those younger than you to help so you’re not the young one doing the lifting and such. My back hurt for two weeks!

2. Not everyone needs to be prayed with at the alter. Some just need time alone with God.

I learned a hi-five goes a long way for a kid that’s not your kid. Most of them welcome interaction with other adults.

3. I learned not to volunteer to help someone if you don’t know how to help. Because you then become more work for them.

I learned if your neighbor’s cows get out of the fence, chasing them with snow shovels does not work! Just get a bucket of grain and they will follow you anywhere! True story.

Bible quizzing still going. She is a senior quizzer. You should try answering some of those questions!
My husband smoked all 5 pork shoulders Friday for a quiz meet we held at our church. The yard smelled like it was summer!
Twin day…lol. They bicker but love each other so much
A heart for you, Renee! On twin day of all days!

Whatcha Doing?

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Whatcha doing on this cold winter night?

Are You cringing, watching unbelievers continue their fight?

Are You thinking of the one that left the ninety-nine?

Are You wishing You could just throw them back in line?

There’s that one thing You cannot do

Is make them praise and worship You

Whatcha  doing on this foggy, dreary day?

Is it hard to believe how many have gone astray?

They rant and rave that You don’t exist

Until trouble comes, calling out Your name as they resist

Free will You gave to us all

How hard it must be to watch some fall

Whatcha doing on this wet, rainy day

Watching their backs turned from You as they walk away?

Don’t they know? Don’t they care?

You’re the Creator of the water and the air!

Oh, to see their faces, to hear them shout

If You ever had to make the stones cry out

Now That’s Love

Check this bit of encouragement out today! Jessy beautifully reminds us to love all as Jesus loves all….

For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans […]

Now That’s Love

More Snow

Sorry if this is annoying to you snow haters….but to you fellow lovers of quiet, clean snowflakes…here’s some more pics

Noon today
Look at the trees!