Santa’s Gift by Brenda J Wood

Santa’s Gift

Amma burned the bacon, and lumpied up the stew.

Amma had a problem. She didn’t know what to do.

 Her pots and pans were wonky.Lids and handles all askew,

Thus Amma burned the bacon, and lumpied up the stew!

 The pots had cooked potatoes.They’d fried a million eggs.

They’d stirred up soup and turnip.They’d worn out their little legs!

 With boiling, steaming, baking, With Christmas, Easter too.

They simply were all tired out and so the problem with the stew.

Amma worried deeply. She knew not what to do,

 For Christmas was a’comin’ and sure, she’d lumpy up the stew!

But Santa showed up early, bringing presents great and small.

New pots and pans for Amma. no more worries, not at all!

You Can

You can . . (compliments of my friend,Fern Boldt)
You can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile because he lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that he’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all he left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him, or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember him and only that he’s gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.

you can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn back, or you can do what he would want:  smile,
open your eyes, love and go on.

Author Unknown

Saddling Up

My own words keep coming back to remind me once again…Today from Everyday Christain and my book HeartfeltDevotionals for Common Sense Living.

2 Timothy 4:7I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith (NASB).

Well Grounded

Statues were a mystery; I was ashamed to say,

Until some dear soul enlightened me about all this one day.

Horse statues standing upright, tall, two legs upon the ground,

Were carrying well a warrior who on battleground was found.

And if the horse was posed with one leg gamely held on high,

That rider suffered battle wounds and sadly then did die.

And finally if all four legs are settled on the ground,

That rider died a natural death, in bed, all safe and sound.

For us, then when our end comes, let it be said and right,

We were found faithful ever, still strong and true and bright.

For if we choose to follow Christ o’er life’s long battle ground,

Our glorious mount’s found standing with two legs on the ground.

Prayer: Lord, may we always fight the good fight, finish the course, and keep the faith. In Christ’s name. Amen.