Posted in Healing, Inspiration, Loss, Love

Are You Joyful Or Hurting This Mother’s Day?

I posted this two years ago … always relevant so have posted again today.

Boy with Flower for Mom

Wishing all Mother’s a very blessed day.

Girl with Flower for Mom

Thanking the Lord for the gift of our Mothers.

For their love.

Nuturing.

Presence.

Presents.

Understanding.

Tolerance.

Discipline.

Advice.

Willingness to listen.

Perception.

Hopes and dreams for us.

Encouragement.

Comfort.

Trust.

And for those who are truly blessed … their prayers.

Their ‘just being Mum’ and being there.

And I could go on and on and on.

But I wish to lift prayers for those who …

Sad Little BoySad Girl

Never knew their Mother.

Never felt loved by her.

Never felt they could tell her secrets.

Never felt safe in her presence.

Never felt her arms wrapped lovingly, protectively around them.

Never felt cherished.

Never felt secure.

Never felt trusted.

And not forgetting those who have lost their Mothers.

Or whose Mothers are very ill.

Or overseas.

Or out of touch.

And I could go on and on and on …

Boy Pushing Wheelbarrow of HeartsGirl Pushing Wheelbarrow of Hearts

May the Lord wrap you in His arms and give you all the love, peace and joy that you so desperately need and continue to search for.

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are Thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

 My substance was not hid from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

 How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with Thee.’  Psalm 139:14-18 KJV

May there be much joy and forgiveness this day and from this day forth.

Cry. Forgive. God loves you.

Children, there are Mothers desperately waiting for your call.

Mothers, there are daughters desperately waiting for your call.

Mothers, there are sons desperately waiting for your call.

‘For with God nothing shall be impossible.’  Luke 1:37 KJV

… I MISS YOU SO MUCH MUM …

Bunch of Hearts

Posted in Christianity, Fragrance from the Spring, Healing, Hope, Just For Children, Loss, Love, Poems, Promise, Trials & Blessings

‘A Day in the Life of a Teenager’ in “Fragrance from the Spring”

Jan 28th, 2013 076

(INNER TURMOIL)

‘The sun has a-risen,
Stunning (hah!) clothes to wear,
My hair needs a makeover,
I collapse in the chair.

The alarm’s still ringing,
Shrilling in my head,
An English exam today,
Why can’t I stay in bed?

No one understands,
What I have to go through,
Day after day and always,
A million things to do.

Mum’s yelling out,
And Dad’s on the move,
Why can’t they chill out,
And get with the groove?

Everyone fighting,
For breakfast, lunch and space,
What on earth is this all about,
This need to beat the human race?

No! I don’t know what,
I want to do when I grow up (some more),
I’m in a hurry, going to be late,
So I’m running out the door.

Why can’t they leave me alone,
Teachers, parents, friends?
I’m sure I’m trying my hardest,
Oh! Far out, I’ve forgotten my pens.

And as for that old English test,
The teachers all tell a different tale,
But it never finds its way onto the test,
I’m sure I’m going to fail.

My shoelaces need a-tying,
My shirt is all askew,
My shorts have slipped beyond the knees,
I’ll cry if I don’t laugh, so that is what I do!

And now there’s talk of war far off,
As if there’s not enough at home,
I feel so alone and lonely,
I think I’ll run away and roam.

I’m sure no-one will miss me;
But I had better think again!
I passed a church on the way to school,
Heard a distant voice – “help for pain.”

So I went inside the cool, dark church,
I sat at a pew and listened,
And the more the Pastor spoke,
The more my eyes cried and glistened.

I found what I had been looking for,
And I had definitely searched everywhere,
It wasn’t on the television, or in the music store,
It wasn’t in the mirror, or glossy magazine,
It wasn’t in the pantry,
Or in one of the shopping malls,
I’d always chilled out there … and …
I thought my friends would be all I wanted,
How wrong could I possibly be?

I nearly started smoking,
Drugs were next on the list,
No-one seemed to understand,
But now I know,
That I had indeed, been missed.

Because the Pastor explained to me,
For everything, just look,
Amongst all those ‘foreign’ words,
In God’s gift, the answer, His Book!

And now when things don’t go quite right,
And family life feels stressed,
I quietly try to re-direct them all,
So their minds do not get messed.

Thank you, thank you, Mum and Dad,
For making me walk to school,
For if I’d caught that little, old bus,
I would have turned out such a fool.’