After day, and I'll do so until either my
Mind or my body gives out.
Today I posted all their pictures on my
Closet wall.
Now as I beseech the Lord on their behalf, I
Can see them with my eyes as well as
With my heart.
I pray for my kids and grandkids day after day
After day, and I'll do so until either my Mind or my body gives out. Today I posted all their pictures on my Closet wall. Now as I beseech the Lord on their behalf, I Can see them with my eyes as well as With my heart.
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I was overdue to visit my neighbor, my
Sweet ninety-seven-year-old friend. I took a cookie and a new devotional booklet Along with me and found him sitting by Himself in his garage looking out at The landscape. No book or little screen distracted him. He just watched the clouds pass by, he Said, and if the sun hit at the wrong spot, he Lowered the door a bit to give him shade. At every visit I tell him I admire him because I do. He was injured in the Battle of the Bulge. His World War II cap rested beside his Chair. "Someone always shakes my hand and makes a Fuss when I wear it," he said. "There aren't many of us left." He reached fifty years back in his memory. "Times have changed, and not for the better. It's not even safe to go to church anymore." We agreed that back then people sat a spell and Just talked to each other like we were doing on this Hot afternoon passing the time of day. And we both appreciate our Ohio home. "It's the best place to live," he told me, "No earthquakes or hurricanes." His wanderlust has left him, and he's Content to sit in his garage and watch The sky. At every visit before I leave I pray and I Always say, "I need my hug." Sometimes I feel like I fit in his generation More than my own.
People watching is fun.
Sitting on the outdoor patio at Market Day Humanity streams by. The diversity shouldn't astound me by now, But it does: The bizarre hair dos. The skinny figures, the obese ones, The exposed flesh, and the Pregnant gals. When I was "expecting" I tried to hide my Condition as long as possible by wearing Flowing clothes which I then Passed on to my friends who Would soon be popping out too. (My grandma hid her pregnancy so Well, my mom wasn't even aware Until her brother was born.) Today a top heavy mom-to-be walks by Flaunting her belly, Her shirt so tightly stretched across her Baby bulge I expect it to rip at The seams. To hide or not to hide, That is the question. Could there be an in between? But since my child bearing days have long, Long passed, Why should I even ask? Besides, the young folks strolling by must Sigh to see I still read the newspaper on Newsprint and not on-line. (If only they knew I still cling to my dumb phone Which forlornly resides in my purse just wishing it Were turned on.)
Sometimes a divine appointment is noticing a
Mom sitting on a bench holding her Autistic daughter, a child too big for Her lap, but needing the closeness to Calm her. It's putting my arm around the brave woman and Simply saying, "I know it's hard for you," realizing that Nobody knows how hard it really is. She smiles at me like she's an old pro at Heartache, when we both know she'll never Get used to the pain. Autism doesn't just strike a child, It strikes the mom too, and I feel so limited in Knowing what to say. I can listen. I can care. I can pray. It's the best I can do today. It's hard to hold onto a
Squirming toddler. As tightly as I squeeze, he Resists and slips from my grip. It's only when the child tires that He snuggles. My Father God wants to hold me. His arms are waiting. His hands are ready to clasp mine. He longs to shelter me under His Protective wings. When I resist He waits until I'm tired and Need His comfort. "Draw near to God," James says, And He will draw near to you." * He's as near to me as I'll allow Him to be. *James 4:8 |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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