The lonley place

Sometimes from my lonley space

I call out to see your face

I know you are there even though I do not feel it

because I have fallen into the lonley pit

the one that calls my name only when I allow

it runs me over like a plow

as I sink into that lonley place

when I think I can not see your face

Thats when I hear The Spirit calling

That He will catch me when I am falling

All I have to do is call His name

Because He has already stated His claim

I am His and He is mine

from now until the end of time

My Nana's hands

My Nana's hands have always meant love to me. I remember a s a child holding her hand and playing with the veins that stuck up on her hands. I would rub my fingers across her hands and just hold them for as long as she would let me. She always showed us love with her hands. She would bake for hours and hours for any reason at all just for her family to have good food. She made home made noodles and the best meatballs and sauce in the world. Her wedding soup was the best in the world. Those hands would make the meatballs small or large. No one can ever make them taste so good. When I had kids she loved them too. Her hands would change their diapers and hold them when they cried. Her hands are how she showed her love. She still shows her love with those wonderful hands. I still hold her hand when I see her. They are soft as they were when I was a child. She is a wonderful woman with her hands she still shows her love b holding the hands of all of us her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and now great-great-grandchildren as in the picture above. I love you Nana and I always will! I wish I can be half the woman that you are.

MeMaw

What a wonderful sound, a little voice calling Mawmaw
What a wonderful sound, my grankids saying MeMaw
I heard many sounds in my life
But the grand kids calling me the name
that they picked out fo me
Is the best sound in the world
What a wonderful sound, a little voice calling mawmaw
What a wonderful sound, my grandkids sayin MeMaw
All the bussel of the day
With noises and those who call my name
But none is so special to me
thank when the kids call me MeMaw
What a wonderful sound, a little voice calling Mawmaw
What a wonderful sound, my grandkids calling MeMaw