Then Jesus told His disciples, if anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.”
I do not see, because i choose to see not
With eyes wide shut, the soul to rot
My God, my God I cry to thee
As He continues to reach beyond the me
In the attempt for self, I’m brought to my knees
It is from the broken and battered
His compassion, our heart best sees
In Him I praise His full embrace
He held me close as I turned my face
Never to leave me in the dark
He shines a light that leaves His mark
And now I see, from where compassion grows
It is through His grace that mercy shows
I praise you Father for the gift in sight
And loving me through my own might
If I knew then that my sister and brothers would many years later find so much humor in the fact that my mama dressed me funny (even in pajamas),
I would most definitely find a smaller pair to wear, just so we could share a belly laugh together as only siblings can do.
If I knew then that aluminum Christmas trees were only a novelty,
I would have stocked up. I did so love to lay in front of that tree with the color wheel turning. I would stare at the ceiling for hours on end, probably a precursor to a few little trips (if you know what I mean and if your old and lived through the 70’s, you should) I took a not so many years later.
If I knew then that my father would grow old and tired,
I would not have wasted so much time being angry with him and more time celebrating the man he was.
If I knew then my mother did love me as only a mother can,
I for sure would have not held onto childhood hurts that only ended up hurting her too.
It wasn’t until some years later I realized my family is everything I am.
They are a gift that I have many times over been afraid to love fully.
June 5th 1931 my father was born. February 22nd 2011, my father died. Today as I miss my Dad, I needed to share just a snippet of who he was to me.
I have been thinking of him for weeks leading up to this day. I loved him, miss him and wish I would have let him know more how much I adored him.
With all this said I wanted to write. But not something sad or melancholy. I wanted to write a giggle. I choose to celebrate my Dad today through laughter and I hope some of you can relate.
My Dad was almost as ornery as he was handsome. To his children he was bigger than life. I realize now that Dad was just as big a kid as us and he lived to rattle a cage or two.
I was reminded of this endearing but sometimes embarrassing trait my father epitomized when recently I overheard my husband sharing a story with my grandchildren.
As I listened to my grandchildren howl with laughter I thought of how much my Dad would have loved it. I knew he would have added even a little more flare and shock value. I wanted to share this part of my Dad, the part I loved and sometimes feared just a little, because you never knew what was coming out of that mouth.
So, for just a moment reach back to that awe-struck little kid in each and every one of us. As you sit quietly at Dad’s or PaPa’s feet, just wait for it cause you know you’re not to be disappointed in the tale to be told.
Little Red Riding Hood (with just a twist)
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived with her mommy and daddy.
This little girl had a grandma who she loved very much. Grandma had not been feeling well as of late. Grandma didn’t live so far off that the little girl couldn’t walk there but then again not just next door either.
The little girl and her mother wanted so much to help grandma get better soon. So they prepared the most wonderful basket of food. They had with delicate precision cut the turkey, cheese and bacon sandwiches. There was homemade chicken soup and hot apple cider. The cookies had chocolate morsels melted within a homemade batter that surpassed anything purchased in the market.
After painstaking food preparation the little girl wrapped herself in her cloak of red and started out for the journey to grandma’s home. Her mother reminded her “don’t talk to stranger’s” and she was off.
Not long into her journey the girl with the red cloak “Little Red
Riding Hood” felt an uneasiness as if someone was following her. She looked about and saw a certain wolf lingering and crouching behind a rock. He had a menacing look about him. She remembered her mother’s words and scurried off.
Further down the road she happened again upon the same scary creature. He looked as is he was up to no good to be sure. He was bent as if hiding behind a small group of bushes. Mother’s words rang loudly in her ears. She ran as fast as her little feet would carry her and as far away as she could get.
Sometime later Little Red Riding Hood knew she was so close to her
destination. She couldn’t wait to nourish her beloved grandma back to health with her basket of love filled goodies. To her dismay though, there he lurked again. He was slouched down and off to the side of a small out building. By this time though, she had enough of his constant and frightening presence. His following her every move had to end here and now. She shouted loudly and forcefully, “why don’t you just go away and leave me alone?” Then to her surprise that slouched down, filthy beast blurted out,
“hey, do you mind I’m trying to take a poop here!”
That’s the version I think my Dad would have loved!!!! I know my grandson’s did.