Daily Archives: July 22, 2016
Friday July 22 2016 THE PARTY IS OVER
Friday July 22 2016 THE PARTY IS OVER
And I am tired. It is past my bedtime and I have two rambunctious boys upstairs wrestling with “grandpa”. We’ll both be really tired before we go to bed.
I didn’t have the opportunity to do all I hoped to do to make this party grand but I did have lots of food to eat. And if my family does one thing with gusto, it is eat! And of course I ate too much and now I’m ready to go to sleep.
But this “gramma” (the way the boys pronounce it) will get her second wind and fall asleep as they watch the movie. Tonight they will sleep on the living room floor due to the fact that their all time favorite bed (a sleep number bed) is out of commission due to all the “STUFF” I am sorting through.
The world was quiet this morning when I awakened. It is always so eerie when the quiet comes following a howling, drenching, thunder and lightning storm as we had last night. Dave left the house while I was still writing the blog and was home a few moments later. He had to turn around and come back because he could not see through the sheets of rain as he drove. He said the windshield wipers could not keep the vision clear through the windshield. When Dave was at a nearby farm to buy our corn on the cob today he asked what their rain gage read. We received 4 inches of rain last night in just a few hours. As I traveled nearby I noticed a place where a tornado touched down. It is easy to spot the tornado damage due to how the trees are twisted and laid out like a peeled banana splayed out in a circle. Big trees! There was a lot of debris in our yard.
I woke about 4:30 a.m. and was outside quite early. I walked the perimeter of the house and viewed the mess. My beautiful flowers were wet and soggy, but still resilient. The geranium blooms were bruised and hanging their heads. I was surprised to find that my tomatoes were all still clinging to the vine without any damage. And oh my, it is so humid. We do not have uncomfortable humidity very often. Some years none at all. Today was like trying to breath in a sauna.
There is so much more I want to write but I must return to give my husband a break.
MAKING WONDERFUL MEMORIES
By Kathleen Martens
July 22, 2016
Two little boys
Here but a short time
The clock is ticking
They’ll soon not be mine.
So I must return
And the festivities enjoy
While they are still little
And not BIG BOYS!
So soon their friends
Will replace gramma and gramps
As their energy
Revs into high ramps.
One has already
Outgrown my lap
And the little one
Has now outgrown his nap.
All too soon
They will be grown and gone
And these youthful years
Will then be done.
And we will be memories
Of parties and laughter,
And live in their memories
Forever after.
So now is the time
That memories are made
And hopefully when old
They will not fade.
We sit at the table
And tell little stories
About the birthday person
And all their glories.
We reminisce and laugh
About the stories we speak
Sharing wonderful reflections
For our grandsons to keep.
Thank You God for family.
Thank You Lord that we laugh together.
Thank You that our grandsons still want to come over to be with us.
Thank You for vanilla ice cream!
GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU!
Thursday July 21 2016 THE WORD OF GOD
Written Thursday July 21 2016 THE WORD OF GOD
Published Friday July 22 2016
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK?
By Kathleen Martens
July 21, 2016
There’s nothing quite like
My most favorite book.
But when asked the title,
My favorite book I forsook.
You see today I was asked
What was my favorite read,
And I was at a loss
As to what one indeed.
Only to realize later
That there is only one that matters
And one copy I had
I used unto tatters.
And years ago I searched
For another that would do,
And the one I found
Fit like a perfect shoe.
So now when I’m asked
On any old day,
I will know exactly
Which title to say.
“What is your favorite book?” That question was asked of me today and since I have read so many books I could not come up with an answer. And then later today as I randomly opened up a journal on my desk from 2010 of which I am currently using as manuscript material for the book I am compiling, it opened up to a poem. Curious, I couldn’t help but read it and then it dawned on me that I truly do have an all time favorite title.
I was looking for inspiration as to what to write tonight with so little time. Even when my time is short I feel compelled to write for the sole purpose of opening the gift that God has waiting for me each evening. And that gift, is the gift I return to God, as I write a poem dedicated with thanksgiving for His gift to me. The gift God gave me was to instill in me my love for writing from the time I knew how to print. One day I asked God why He had given me such a gift. He impressed upon me that He had placed that gift in me because He knew it would give me comfort. And it did. It placed a peace and calm inside the heart of a troubled little girl. And as an older woman, it still does. There is just once difference, I am no longer troubled. When God instills peace, it lasts forever.
Below are two poems from the past about the topic of the poem above. I hope you enjoy them.
My Friend
By Kathleen Martens
July 11, 2010
I’ve had a friend
For so many years,
We’ve spent hours and hours together
And I’ve shed some tears.
This friend of mine
Had lots to say
About life and sorrow
And was with me every day.
We travelled together,
Slept in the same bed.
I listened to her wisdom
As I lay down my head.
When I had questions
I sought her out,
And with such patience
She spoke without a shout.
She had lessons for me,
Instructions for so many things.
All I had to do was search
And the answer she’d always bring.
She told me how
To live my life.
How best to behave
To have no strife.
We sat together
By the hour
And when I was weak
She gave me power.
I learned wisdom
At her knee.
Her lessons unending
And always free.
When I sought knowledge,
Understanding she gave.
She taught me how
God’s love will save.
I know her well,
Quote from her words.
And I tell others
Who have not heard.
But now my friend
Is tattered and worn.
I must be careful
So she will not be torn.
I must leave her,
Put her on the shelf.
And though I’ll miss her,
I’ll not be by myself.
For a new relationship
Now I will start.
And my new friend
I’ll love from my heart.
It will take awhile
To break her in,
But her teaching is true,
She knows about sin.
She won’t be marked up
Like my last friend,
Not for awhile
Like she’ll be in the end.
I know we’ll share
Joy, tears and sorrow,
And my new friend
Will be in all my tomorrows.
My new Bible,
My new friend.
I hope I can live long enough,
To wear her out again.
And now for the final poem.
My New Friend
By Kathleen Martens
August 11, 2010
Today is the birthday
Of my new friend.
Hand in hand
The world we’ll fend.
She’s not my color,
But a warm dark brown.
Smooth and beautiful,
I brought her from town.
I dressed her up
In smooth black leather
To cover her over
To withstand the weather.
I’ll cherish her
For as long as I live,
And then to my son
My friend I will give.
I’m acquainted with her,
She is one of a kind.
I searched very hard
The right friend to find.
Though I know,
She has yet to know me,
Soon my presence she’ll feel
And then she will see.
When I wake each day
I’ll run to her side
And together we’ll sit
And for a time abide.
I’ll listen to her words
As I read along,
Stories and parables
And the beautiful Psalms.
I’ll mark her up
So I can remember the verses.
She’ll teach me how to live
And stay away from curses.
I’ll take her to church
And hold her on my knee
As I caress her pages
And read of salvation free.
Today is her birthday!
Remembered in my heart
That today is the day
Our life journey we start.
My new Bible,
God’s Holy Word.
Inspired Words of God
I’ve already heard.
But I always find
Understanding and support
In the loving pages
And God’s comfort.
We’ll stay together
My friend and I
Until my spirit takes wings
And off I fly.
I hope I live long enough
For my friend to wear out!
And that’s a long time,
For she’s made stout!
Thank You Lord for memory.
Thank You Lord for Your Living Word.
Thank You Father that You have set before me a path of righteousness.
Thank You for being the lamp unto my feet and a light for my path.
Thank You God for Pastor Andrew and his question that made me realize what book is truly my favorite book!
Thank You for taste buds.
Thank You for peaches.
Thank You for our grandsons who will spend the night with us tonight!
HAVE A GREAT DAY! AND GOD BLESS YOU!
P.S. This blog was primarily written yesterday, July 21, 2016. Our electricity never did go entirely off but I could not take any chances of using the computer in such a lightning storm.
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