I collapsed on my bed the other night
After a long and difficult day.
I cried out to my heavenly Father
Why does it have to hurt this way?
My children rebel, scream and fight
As I try to lead the way.
As I sat there, worn and weary
Suddenly, I saw my Father’s pain
For I am his little child
And often slow to obey.
I thought of all the times
I was a rebellious child.
I ran away from you, my Father
Tried to do it my own way.
I felt your burden and then I knew
How small a cross I bear,
I only have three children, Lord
While your’s are everywhere.
January 29, 1987
❤ 1987 ❤
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Yes, wow! 1987. So much writing, here, there and everywhere…boxes of it.
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I wonder if one day when we are gone our girls will realize how much we tried to share and they didn’t take the time to notice….sigh
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Yes…see me going through my mom’s writing now…i read it back then but appreciate it 1000x more now.
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I think it’s wonderful when loved ones leave their words behind. My Pa did this too! So thankful for that. I think that is why I do what I do now. ❤
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Her words are like hugs she left behind…
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Such a beautiful feeling 💕🌸
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Yes…
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Lovely. And Amen! 💖😇
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Thank you! XOXOX
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