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A Big Hairy Deal

hairy Day

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

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My world started out all right

Till I was aroused by pleasures

I believed my strength was tough

But easily gave in at a whim

I didn’t measure up at all

To my potentials and fizzled

Let down my very best friend

Pride slithered down the sewer

Guess that’s where it belonged

Always prided myself as good

Compared with others I did shine

Till real life choices knocked me down

Hammered in the awful bad fixes

“Everybody does it so no hairy deal”

Well it was and is a big deal to me

Though I’ve skewered self many times

That’s the whole crux of this poem

One can slip out of that sewer hole

Wipe up and put on new clothes

Clean under those finger nails too

Comb the hair and affix that smile

Let it beam out from your heart

You know you are better now

Learned how to swat those flies

Peskies trying to get under your skin

You know how to block their end zones

And can shine your sun every day

Into your new life, you’re born again

You met the Man and He sure can

Make you new and vibrant too

Chucked those sins into the farthest sea

They are no more and you are free

To be loved and loving others too

Chin up, eyes ahead, rest my friend

In the love and peace of Jesus Christ

The Son of God, the Son of Man

Learn of Him and open your heart

He’s waiting for your sincere request

Embrace His love and forgiveness

Heaven is yours for evermore

Amen

Day 7 NaPoWriMo

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You can’t go home again . . .

2grams home

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© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved

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An old adage says you can’t go home again

Once you’ve grown up and moved on.

Don’t believe a word of this, my friend

You can return to those times so fond.

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Yes, you can!

I can and do.

You can too!

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Sit back; close your eyes;

Open up your mind.

Pick a place or memory

And you can be there.

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It’s sort of like dreaming

But you know where to go

And how to get back.

It works every time.

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I visit my Gramma’s home a lot;

God padded it full of love.

For many little girls and boys

Gramma was an angel on earth.

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I loved her so much and still do.

One day we will meet again.

For

In

That

Heavenly

Realm

Above

We’ll continue on

Our big adventure called

Life.

Day 3 of NaPoWriMo

Are You Ok?

©Jeanne E Webster

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Psalm 139:14 “You are fearfully and wondrously made.” 

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Who were your heroes when you were growing up?  Did you wish upon a star… want to be like them?  A few of my heroes/heroines were:  Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Annie Oakley, Gene Autry, the Lone Ranger, Davey Crockett, Clara Barton, Albert Schweitzer, Superman and more. My all-time favorite heroine was my grandmother.   She was nice, loving, good, kind, clean, and the best person I ever met.

My search for life’s purpose ran the gamut from a 4-year-old wanting to be a horse, a 7-year-old believing she could fly like Superman, a 10-year-old wanting to be an Indian, a teenager wanting to go to Africa and join Albert Schweitzer in bringing Christ to the natives, a high school graduate aspiring to become a nurse.  These heroes/heroines registered in my innocent mind as being wholesome, good, and as close to perfection as a person could get, and that ideal fed my very soul.

Life has a way of bursting your bubble…and mine burst shortly after graduation.  My innocence was shattered when I became a young adult, and my idols fled the scene as quietly and quickly as dust on a wind struck prairie.  The real tragedy was that I had let myself down; I had failed that inner sanctum we all have deep within our souls, the untouchable sacred room where all is holy and good.   All was no longer well with my soul.  I guess you would call it growing up.  And I did not like the feeling.

For years I rebelled inwardly, trying to get back to the innocent age, the squeakee clean feeling that was sort of like your compass, showing you the way.  I found the way, after becoming a wife and mother, a divorcee, a new marriage, and a widow.  I met a man called Jesus…and He touched me and made me whole. 

Jesus “got a hold on me,” and I will never be the same again.  He has replaced my anger and bitterness towards myself, for making so many mistakes, with such loving assurance that I am ok…and loved…no matter what.  Oh, thank you, Lord.  I am what I started out to be, “a child of the King!”  Amen and amen. 

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~Shalom

Mom Always Said…

 

©Jeanne E. Webster

 

1.  Put on clean underwear before you leave the house in case you’re in an accident.

(Why clean underwear?  Were they going to check my underwear if I’m in an accident?)

2.  Don’t put your tongue on any frozen metal pipes.

(Not heeded.  Tongue stuck but not for long.  Debunked that theory.)

3.  Don’t pester hornet’s nests.

(Yep!  I messed with a yellow jacket’s nest and went “Ow, ow, ow, ow” all the way home!  They got underneath my clothes– clean ones at that.)

4.  Girls do not beat up boys.

(Why not?  They had it coming.  They were always troublemakers.)

5.  Act like a lady.

(Why?  I didn’t like dresses, hats, dress shoes, skirts, petticoats—who wanted to be a lady anyway?)

6.  Eat your onions (or stuffing, parsnips, rutabagas or broccoli); they’re good for you.  

(We had the healthiest dogs in the world!   Under the table they scooted at mealtimes to chow down all the yucky stuff our little fingers could gather.)

7.  No lipstick, makeup, nylons or shaved legs til you’re 16.  If you wear these things, you’ll look like a hussy. 

(So… after I’m 16, I’ll look like a hussy?  I’d seen hussies but they didn’t look all decked out like that.)

8.  No dating til you’re 16.

(I was too busy playing football, wrestling, and fixing cars with boys.)

9.  Stay away from the railroad trestle. 

(Never listened to this.  My paper route went from the eastside of town to the south side, with a big river in-between.  This meant I had to go all the way downtown, cross the bridge, then head south from my eastside deliveries–or walk the trestle.  It was the way to go!  It saved 20 minutes off my time.)

10.  If someone thought enough of you to send a card or present, you should think enough of them to send a thank-you card.

(A good one, well learned.  Seems like we have lost that courtesy a long time ago.)

 

If you only knew, Mom!