| Dear Holy Friends, This morning my third son drove off for his last official day of high school. He has a few days of finals coming up then graduation next week. He received soccer awards, honors, and some amazing scholarships, so the past few weeks have been exciting. He is heading to college and ultimately the FBI, he hopes. And, in all of the excitement, my heart goes back to the little boys running around my yard. You'd think after already graduating two sons, I'd be a pro at this. I'm not. I'm glad I have six years until the last one graduates. I began this poem last fall as his Senior year was underway. It seems appropriate to finish it and send it today. In His Grip, Chandra A Year of Lasts His last first day touched my heart of heart I knew as he drove away that was only the start. The last Homecoming last sixth grade camp counselor last game I watch ever his last season of soccer. Funny when he was little I waited for every first and now each day brings a last the lasts are the worst. Eighteen years is not enough time to enjoy each precious son then send them on their own and today's the toughest one. His last last day of school as he walked out the door a young man got in the truck where a boy was before. Next week he graduates my heart's a mix of things hopefully we've given him roots that he can trade for wings. ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 5/28/09~ |
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Just For Today . . . A Year of Lasts . . . 5/28/09
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Just For Today . . . He took The Blow . . .5/25/09
| Dear Holy Friends, I do apologize for the weeks I haven't submitted. I shall do better. I watched the Memorial Day celebration in DC on PBS last night. Yesterday morning I watched a special about a man who started an organization that now has 6000 buglers who will travel wherever needed to play live Taps at a veteran's funeral rather than the government recorded version. They said that it equals easily 2200 funeral arrangements he works out each year. Saturday night I watched a show about Normandy. Today we honor our heroes. And I can say with certainty that everyone of us is in some way impacted by those we remember. In His Grip, Chandra He Took The Blow A scatter grenade rolled in the room all could sense impending doom. Wounded already he lay on the floor he pulled it beneath him protecting those at the door. He took the blow protecting his friends in order to save them his life had to end. The battlefield of life has grenades too sin and pain explode wounding me and you. Jesus took the blow penalty for our sins He knew to save our souls His life had to end. ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 5/25/09~ |
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Just For Today . . . Melt Heart's Winter Away . . .5/5/09
| Dear Holy Friends, Somewhere in days and days of cool temperatures and heavy rains spring has been washed away. While our deficit in rainfall from the winter appears to be resolving itself in a week, we are all suffering from spring depravation. And even as I sit at my desk and look out at the grey, I still see the lovely signs of God's earth renewal. How thankful I am He does that in our hearts too. In His Grip, Chandra Melt Heart's Winter Away hummingbirds at the feeder yellow finch on the tree robins sitting on nests mockingbird singing to me baby's breath bush in bloom apple blossoms already spent goslings swimming on the pond signs winter finally went songbirds welcome the morn peepers chirping at night new flowers open daily reaching for the sunlight while fickle in temperature spring is certain in its beauty God's message through nature His perfect continuity is winter holding you tight refusing to let go God offers you a spring to melt away your heart's snow ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 5/2/09~ |
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