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just for today . . .visible grace . . .6/4/10

Dear Holy Friends,   Most of you know that I see God more in nature than anything else. I think in my lifetime I have written more poems about nature than anything else. But how can someone look to creation and not see the Creator? It baffles me. Because His graceful hand shows us the meaning of Grace in all he created.   In his Graceful Grip, Chandra   Visible Grace   Without sunshine and rain plants cannot grow. Animals care for their young but also let them go. The sun rises and also sets both every day. In all of nature, good and bad God shows us the way. Life hold both sun and rain days of joy, times of woe. There's no freedom from trials but His love never lets us go. His hand weaves the beauty of nature everywhere His grace we see. It's most visible when invisible inside a heart He just set free.   ~Chandra Lynn Smith~

JustFor Today . . .Phrases

Dear Holy Friends,
Today's poem is the one I wrote for Mama in her Mother's Day card yesterday. We had a wonderful day sitting on the porch, watching the birds, talking, reading, and being catered to by my guys!

In His Grip, Chandra

Phrases

Phrases we hear . . .

She did it first
It wasn't me
It's not my fault
Mommy Pleeeease
She's just lying
I told you so
It's not fair
You'll just say no
I can't sleep
I'm thirsty
I'm afraid
Mommy hold me . . .

Times changes the phrases a bit . . .

I'm grown up now
I'm on my own
Love you mother
But please let go
I've got some news
Gonna be a mom
I'll need your help
Mama can you come
Look at my baby
This tiny little hand
I could never let go
Mama, now I understand . . .
(c) Chandra Lynn Smith, 2010

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Just For Today . . . in honor of mothers

Dear Holy Friends,     I apologize for the hiatus. I'm back. The next week or so will be dedicated to motherhood and children growing up. I have friends who are grandparents, friends who are pregnant, friends who have a totally empty nest, and those with the nest on the verge. Reflection abounds.   In His Grip, Chandra   This poem was written 5/14/03 when my oldest was on the edge of graduation from high school.   Growing Pains   I sit here on my swing looking back over the years they fly by fast, filled with happiness and tears. Was is yesterday I first nursed him at my breast? But in two weeks he takes his last final test. How could eighteen years have gone so fast? How can his time with us almost have passed? Have I treasured my moments with him enough? Did he understand the times I had to be tough? Will he remember reading, playing, and rocking in my chair? Will he know no matter where he goes my love is always there? Is there more I should have done to help him go forth? Have I done enough to show him his worth? Father, he was entrusted to me by only You, I trusted You to show me what to do. Thanks for the blessing you gave in this sweet son, All of the laughter, tears, joy, anger, and fun. I guess after this, I have one thing left I have to do, It's time to let him go and entrust him back to You.   Brandon Alan Smith, 24

cleaning House

I decided it is time to clean my blog's house a bit. So, I removed all of the back posts. If you track this blog, be watching for new things coming!