Poetry

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Ten years ago, I wrote a poem in the middle of the night. It's been one of my favorites ever since.

The Little Angel Sings

From dark to light the Voice speaks life,
And worlds and souls take wing.
From heav'n the guardians look down;
A little angel sings.

From light to dark men's hearts soon turn,
A selfish path they keep.
And as he sees their fall begin,
The little angel weeps.

Years upon years, with sorrow vast,
What evil mortals sow.
But of the love that waits for them
The little angel knows. ...continue reading →

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You know those pockets of time where you suddenly realize that all is right in your world and you are just . . . grateful? I'm having one of those right now.

Simon Khorolskiy blaring, Quickbooks open, boys playing happily, me typing away . . .

The only thing that could make it more right is if Eric were actually home on a Saturday, but it's not hard to forgive that when you get pictures like this of the work he's doing. Just look at those beautiful steps. ...continue reading →

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Last year I was so excited for Christmas. My blog and my life were chock-full of it.

This year, not so much. I’ve gone through the motions, more for my boys than anything, but none of it has felt very special. We hung up some lights, we got our Christmas tree, we baked the dreaded sugar cookies. We wrapped gifts, and we revisited our Luke 2 memorization.

All without the sparkle that it held last year.

Thank goodness then that there is more to Christmas than the sparkle. ...continue reading →

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It's amazing how fast time goes. It seems like rainy November was just here and we were just starting out on this new journey called marriage. But that was six months ago.

Six months of happiness. Six months of learning. Six months of growing closer to God. Six months of growing closer to each other.

We've been so blessed.

And in thinking back six months, I had to remember sitting at our bridal table with a piece of paper clutched in my hand. . . Eric's arm around me. . . quiet words spilling from my mouth. . . yet another poem in a long line of love poems.

I'd say it merits being brought out again. ...continue reading →

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Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come. . . I come.
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come. . . I come.
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come. . . I come. ...continue reading →