To Keep a Promise

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To Keep a Promise

A promise is something sweet,

A caring gesture of friendship and love.

Sincere thoughts and a heartfelt vow,

A pledge of honor and faith.

When promises brake and friendships shattered,

You blackened your heart with lies.

How far do you go to recapture that trust?

What will you do to regain that love?

The vow and the faith you once had,

Why do you keep your promise when others do not?

Should you mend something that’s broken?

How do you fix the friendship all in ruins,

A trust that is a dilapidated mess?

How far will you go to keep a promise of a friendship long gone?

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

 

 

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Do my feelings not matter to you?

Do you think you can do what you want?

Screw me, because I don’t matter!

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

 

Did you even think to talk to me?

Did you think I wouldn’t care?

Did you even think of me?

 

I know you didn’t think of me!

I know no one does!

 

It’s better to not expect anything from anyone!

They always disappoint!

I expect too much from people and I am the one who gets hurt.

 

Did you even think to talk to me?

Did you think I wouldn’t care?

Did you even think of me?

 

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

Always Alone

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You’re in My Seat

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I had an interesting experience at church last week and it reminded me of these two stories I have heard pastor’s use for their sermon.

In the first story, a man is visiting a church. This man sits in a pew and a lady came up to him and said, “I’m sorry but you are sitting in my pew.” This man got up and moved to another pew. Again, a man came up to him and said, “You’re sitting in my pew.” This happened several times before the man left the church. I have heard this story told by pastors with the message of welcoming new members.

There is another version of this story where the man sitting in everyone’s pew was a homeless man who smelled and wore torn clothes. At the end of this story, he came to the front of the church and said, “You asked me to move because I was sitting in your pew. I have sat in your pew and have died for your sins.” The man was Jesus. The Bible says giving to those in need is giving to Jesus. We should embrace people in need and welcome them.

When I went to church last weekend with my children, I had a similar experience. I drove into the parking lot and saw an open parking space. I drove in and parked, while a car came up next to mine and rolled down the window. A middle-aged woman was in the driver’s seat, so I assumed she needed directions or something.

So I asked, “Can I help you with anything?” What came next surprised both me and my children. She said, “It’s my parking spot. We only have six spots, so you need to move.”

I looked at her confused for a moment, then I realized that she was attending the church next to mine. So I replied, “Well it’s a good thing I am not coming here to visit your church because I will never come back.” I then drove off and parked my car elsewhere.

The woman pulled out of the spot she was in and moved her car closer to her church. My kids caught this and said, “So she just pulled in next to you to tell you to move your car. Jesus will not like that.” And my kids are correct. What if someone was planning on visiting this church or someone thinking about becoming a Christian? That person may never want to visit another church or becoming a Christian if Christians treat others this way. My daughter said, “I guess that’s why they only have 6 parking spots; no one wants to go to their church. I love our church. Everyone is nice and friendly.”

People expect Christians to be perfect, but we are far from perfect. Sometimes it takes compassion and common sense. This woman didn’t have either. She taught my children a lesson. She taught them to always welcome others because they know what it feels to not be welcome. It might be a small thing but for someone searching for a church of someone searching for God, it’s a big thing.

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October is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month and October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Awareness day.   1 in every 4 pregnancies ends in a miscarriage.

During this month, I will give my book. Birth After Miscarriage: A Spiritual Journey away for free. You can download the E-book from Amazon.

FREE FROM OCTOBER 13-17

I always wanted to be a mom. After my miscarriage, I thought it would never happen. God had a wonderful plan for my life. I just have to wait and put my faith in Him. Many women suffer the tremendous loss of a miscarriage. They often believe they are alone, but they are never alone. Rest assured that it is not anyone’s fault! It is simply a sad component of life. In every four pregnancies, one ends in a miscarriage. I am sharing my story to help other women who have experienced the same pain I have.

E-books

USA https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q6M5ZBN
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Ghost of a Life that is Not Mine

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What have I done wrong,

To keep me from your mind?

Forgotten and left aside,

A memory of one who came before.

 


 

A ghost of a life that was not mine.

A memory of one who shares my face.

Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.

 


 

Summers in the sun, the surf at our feet.

Summers in the sand, drawing, and laughing.

Summers on the street, bikes and games and more.

 


 

A ghost of a life that was not mine.

A memory of one who shares my face.

Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.

 


 

My childhood lost in a daze

My Innocence long since forgotten

My memories fade away.

 


 

A ghost of a life that was not mine

A memory of one who shares my face.

Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.