Trapped by the printer/scanner/copier.

After mopping, a household difficulty came up while I was 3/4 out the door. The heavenly printer is not working. So much for trying to get the bills out before we leave.

AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!!! I feel like Charlie Brown all of a sudden.

The Lord giveth and He taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Never Here

Your absence in my imagination is killing me
You were never here and I already miss you

Thinking all my thoughts is rather damning
I wonder if you were my salvation

This season in life is cold as winter
Despite my visions and promises of summer

I have my dreams to hold me in the night
And sweet memories to console me in the day

Your absence in my imagination is killing me
You were never here and I already miss you

(c) 2007 by Amy Powers

FYI: Not to take away from the poem, but did you notice anything about it? The last words of each stanza are oppostites.

Busy Day

Today is busy, so far football and laundry are checked off my list. The pet sitter came by and I showed her around.
Cheerleading is next, my throat is already so sore from UPWARD Football. But a Cheerleading coach must prevail.
If I can only get David to cut the grass, I will be happy. (HE DID!!!)
After Cheerleading, I must pack suitcases and car. I am going to try and squeeze a quick trip by the hospital so see Steph one more time. I had a great visit with her yesterday. I was the only one there and enjoyed the opportunity to fellowship with and minister to her and Phil. They are such sweet people.
After that, off to my parents for the night and we all leave together in the AM.
Then Disney here we come. As expensive and eternally inconsequential as it is, I do pray that God allows me some moment to encourage, lift up and minister to those around me.
I am looking forward to attending the MOPS Convention in Orlando some time on Friday. This will be my first time in my MOPS history that I have not attended and worked at CV. It is so bittersweet when God calls you out of a ministry you are so passionate about into one that is a bit different and receives different rewards. But homeschooling full-time, mothering and working on my relationship with my husband is priority, my first ministry. May God bless the fruits of my service.

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Surviving the temptations within me

Have you ever thought about what you have and what you desire? Are they the same? Sometimes not.

I have been facing that battle for a few weeks now. Thinking about what I have, what if I lost it, what I could win in return. What I could win is unpredictable, what I have is at times unbearable. What I desire is beautiful. Temptation has crept its ugly head into my life for the first time.

Vaguely I share this quandary.

My purpose is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever. Tis fact, it is your purpose too, whether you accept it or not. So, how can I do this? Patience, reflection, faithfulness, discipline, obedience.

Is it wrong to desire obedience? I do. I desire obedient love, tenderness, faithfulness, security, laughter and pina coladas. HA! Humor is always my friend.

Despite my dismal approach at posting, I am strong. I have tolerated, survived so much. I think at times I am weak, but I am actually turned off by sin, disgusted. That is not weakness, it is discernment.

Sadly

Fresh perspective
Sparkle in my eye
A skip in my step

I regret

Sadly

I passed you by

A philosopher's reply...why?

(c) 2007 by Amy Powers

My Irish Melancholy

There may not be a reason for the words in my soul. I have lived many years, cried many tears.

Life goes on, like the words of a song. I share a dream too, it is you. It is you.

As time goes by and dreams do call, the night is not silent of my all.

Terror fills me and judgment is my friend. It helps the time go by. It helps time go by.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh the melody rings so sad.

Oh the sound of the breeze, I know it passed your way too. Where did I lose you?

My mind deceives me. I thought my dreams were true, I turned around and it wasn't you.

Anger speaks and last I know. I must be silent for my loved had to go. The mountains called him away. Age has called me on.

God, my king, I ask you this. Why am I in this place? Joy once filled me at the touch of his hand, his lips and face.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh the melody rings so sad.

The brief moment that it was, it was love. It was, it was.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh the melody rings so sad.

(c) 2007 by Amy Powers