Seasons

...yet another poem in iambic pentameter.

Seasons

The children played until the light grew dim
Pretending they were no more boys but men.
The grown-ups watched the children as they played
And reminisced about the good ‘ole days.

Leaving The Office

Last night I dreamed I was quitting my job at the office. Which is true, I am leaving my job at the doctors' office in two weeks--just gave my notice yesterday. But that wasn't my dream. I dreamed I was quitting my job at The Office. Now I realize that my obsession with the show may be cause for concern. I had to explain to Michael Scott that I wasn't leaving The Office because of anything he had done, but he, in his typical immature fashion, was still really angry and pitching a fit. Jan was telling him to take care of it, and Jim was chasing Pam around the office flirting. Can I just say that I love that show? I am forever dreaming about it. I can't wait until season 3 is out so I can buy it. I'm feeling a little floopy tonight...maybe from from lack of sleep, which, according to "The Seven Pillars of Health" by Dr Colbert, is the leading cause of virtually every ailment known to man. I better get to bed so I can dream about my show. I hope Dwight's in tonight's dreamisode...I'll have to take back my resignation if he is.

Nancy's Angel

So, I'm a medical secretary. I have also begun taking on many of the billing responsibilities at the office, as it is too much for our one biller to do alone. Our biller's name is Nancy. Now, Nancy works from her home in Spokane, Washington. She used to work at our office in Spring Hill, but moved away before I started working there. I talk to Nancy on the phone every day, sometimes several times a day for extended periods of time. She's hilarious. She's Italian. She's almost too honest. She walks both her dogs and her parents every day at different times, and she hates computers with a passion. She also hates kids, as she will readily tell you. She doesn't have any. Her husband is retired, and they were both in the military at one point. She's been stationed in Hong Kong, and often writes letters to her nephew in Italy, where she used to live. Her job stresses her out, and she's always talking about quitting. She doesn't vote because she thinks all politicians are crooks, and she has very strong opinions about the hypocrisy of the white house putting a Christmas tree in every room around December, saying that our tax money is paying that electric bill. Nancy is quite a character, and, up to this point, I have thought of her kind-of like Charlie from Charlie's Angels. This is for several reasons: 1. I like to picture myself as Farrah Faucet, 2. Although I have never seen Nancy, I get strict orders from her via the telephone every day on what I am to do and how I am to do it, and 3. I always thought I would be a good crime fighter. This week I told Nancy to send me a picture of herself. This is a very dangerous thing, as anyone who's seen a picture of their favorite radio personality can attest to. I know it sounds crazy, but she looks exactly like I pictured her. Now I feel inclined to send a picture of myself, which is not easy considering she told me last week that I was in a dream she had, and I was young and skinny. Oh well. Here you go, Nancy. This is actually a picture from my younger and skinnier days (hey, I didn't want to disappoint her!)--almost exactly a year and a half ago on my honeymoon in Colorado. And, as Nancy always says, "Ciao!"

My Baby's Graduating

I can't believe my little Peyton is graduating from Kindergarten tonight! This makes me feel older than I can say. Just look at this little face!

God's Poem

This week I thought I'd share a poem I wrote for my creative writing class in iambic pentameter. I'm always wary to post my poetry and short stories on here. I guess it goes without saying that this is copyrighted material, people, and that all rights are reserved. =)


God's Poem

Come, come, my dear, and rest your weary mind
And dream about another place and time
I’ll hold your indiscretions; hold my tongue
Come, come, my dear, such pleasures we shall find

Dream, dream, my dear, but not as in the past
Please do not breathe a word of what will last
For colors never fade, nor lights grow dim
Dream, dream, my dear, the world is sleeping fast

Dance, dance, my dear, for you have stood too long
Your melody has burst forth into song
The freedom that you crave you now control
Dance, dance, my dear, there’s footprints on your soul

Rest, rest a while and find your solace here
For winter’s long, but spring is drawing near
And peace is but a moment far removed
Come dream and dance and rest a while, my dear



If you think this poem is kind-of sing-songy, blame the iambic pentameter, not the author=) Lemme know what you think.

Let my faith arise!

This morning during my devotions, the Lord really touched me like He hasn't in a long time. It was so refreshing. I was listening to this Jason Upton song, and I felt like the Lord was speaking it prophetically over me. Let my faith arise! Here are the words:


Let faith arise, oh Lord, let faith arise
In the deepest parts of my being, oh Lord
In the most broken parts of me, oh Lord
Friends have failed me Lord, let my faith arise
Loved ones have failed me Lord, let my faith arise
Heroes have failed me Lord, let my faith arise
Let my faith arise
Let my faith arise
Let my faith arise
Let my faith arise
I say NO to the discouragement that keeps me down
I say NO to the things that keep me back from You
And this broken heart inside of me
Broken in so many pieces
By so many circumstances
I say NO to just letting it stay that way
Because I'm learning to trust that it's not You that hurt me
I'm learning to believe that it's not You that deserted me
I'm believing that You still love me
Brokenness and all
I'm believing that You've got a plan for me
I'm believing that You will restore me
I believe that You will awaken my soul
And let, let faith arise again, I believe
I believe like a little child again
I'm gonna dance in my trust in You, oh Lord
I'm gonna dance in my love for You, oh Lord
I'm gonna laugh again
I'm gonna cry again
I'm gonna have joy, joy on the inside
Circumstances around me try to pull me down
I'm going to believe in that faith again
Cause You're my Creator
You're my Comfort
You're the One that will never desert me
So Daddy, I raise my hands up to You Lord
I raise my hands up to You, oh Lord
And I dance with my feet, I dance with my feet
And I say, come and, come and hold me Lord
Cause I'm learning to trust You with the faith of a child
Trust You with the faith of a child
I can have joy again like a child
I'm not going to let it come down
I'm not going to let those bullets come down
Come down and hurt me no more
Cause I'm raising up the Shield of Faith
And the Sword of the Lord
I'm believing on your Word Lord
I'm trusting in the Word that You said
And I'm waiting on You
Waiting on You
And I'm rejoicing in the fact that the Bible says
That You are my Victorious Warrior
You're the one that fights for me
I don't have to fight anymore
You're the one that fights for me, oh Lord
My faith is rising, my faith is rising, my faith is rising
I can see You again Lord.
I can see You on the horizon of my life, oh Lord
I can see Your Son, it's rising up, it's rising up, it's rising up
And I don't have to be discouraged anymore
And I don't have to fight this loneliness anymore
Cause You're in my life, You're in my life more than anyone can ever be
Father we're building a relationship again, just me and You
We're building a relationship again, just me and You
It's not about the job I have
It's not about the friends I have
It's not about the house I have or the social status I have
It's about me and You
We're building a relationship again, just me and You
You're building my faith up again

Let faith arise, oh Lord!

Now that's Handey

If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.

--Jack Handey