Autumn Fell Like Snow

I had a dream, not so long ago,
And You were in my dream,
As autumn fell like snow.

Leaves swooned among the breeze,
Silent- like a flyer of trapeze.
And there You were,
And there You stood.
You looked at me,
Lovingly-Your eyes gazing upon my soul.

A smile formed on Your lips.
Only You would know.
A quick breath I stole,
A slow kiss You blew.
My heart skipped a beat,
As nearer You drew.
You reached for me,
I reached for You.

And time stood still.

Amidst the chaos and the clutter,
Amongst the meanders and the mutters,
I heard You breathe:
“Everything you desire, and all for which you seek, is found only in Me. So come away with Me. Be no longer weak, for I am strong and I will lead. So come away, My Love, come away with Me.”

So come away I came.
And Loved became my name,
For I am His and He is mine.
And now we are but one.

I had a dream, not so long ago,
And You were in my dream,
As autumn fell like snow.


Author’s Note: Little Girl is now 4 months old- can hardly believe how the weeks fly!
This poem was a gift to Little Girl, just 16 days before she was born. Enjoy. : )

Your kicks are little kisses,
A secret only we share.
From the barely felt first flutter,
Lying so still to know you’re there-
To the rib kick karate chops,
Making me gulp for air.
For 9 months you’ve lived safe beneath my heart.
In a few short days, you’ll be safe within my arms.

I am over the moon excited to meet you face to face-
To hold this Little Girl I’ve come to know, to feel your embrace.
I can hardly wait for all….
The adventures we’ll share,
The memories we’ll make,
The love we’ll hold…
As we watch you grow and grow.

But for now, these last few weeks,
I never want to forget these precious seconds, when I feel you inside me.
When we are almost one.
I always want to remember this special time, this special love.

Because your kicks are little kisses,
A secret only we share…

I love you Baby Girl!

Love, Your Momma

Baby’s Song

Don’t move.
Don’t speak.
Just lie here next to me.

Breathe in time with me.

The dishes may pile and dust bunnies breed.
But what does that matter?
You’re here with me.

Kings may fall and climbed ladders fold.
But don’t miss me grow up, I’m not little forever.

Stay with me here, I’m right here-
And I am treasure.

On Tuesday Night

On Tuesday night, an explosion happened.
In my heart.

A combustion of so much.

Mourning filled my heart.
Mourning for the country I know and love.
Mourning for condition of our heart.

Longing filled my heart.
Longing with my forefathers for a land free from tyranny, depravity, and persecution.
Longing for a wide and spacious land where freedom flows like milk and justice as honey.
But where else can I go? There is no other undiscovered land of promise.
My country, ’tis of thee, Sweet Land of liberty was the last place to stand.

Resolve filled my heart.
Resolve that I cannot give up. I can never give up.
I will fight for America. I will fight for righteousness, justice, and truth to fill our land again.
I will stand with the resolve of Wilberforce– and fight though it may cost my whole life.

Aching filled my heart. A heavenly ache.
Soon, oh so soon, I will be with Him!
Trying hard to focus on the task ahead but my heart will always be caught up with Him.
Just a little while longer, Jesus! Just a little while!
Hasten the day!


Dinner with Jesus
“He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.” Luke 15:16

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Empty pods.

Filling our stomachs, filling our souls.

Each day goes by- and every night.
Another 24 hours to find something, anything, to fill this craving heart.
And to set it right.

We stuff our empty hearts with empty pods. Always hoping that this time it’ll be different, that this time we’ll be filled. So hollow is every bite that we become ravenous and run to slop to feed us. But it’s empty in the end. Empty and bitter. And no one gives us anything better. No one.

Jesus, only You are Life! Everything else, all else is slop.
But You are the Feast of our hearts- fattened calf to our souls.

Jesus- let’s eat. I’m starving.