A HEART INSPIRED

Funny little kids, they think they're so cute woke mommy up, playing the flute Trying to make breakfast, amongst the clutter silly little kids, slipping on the butter The pancakes, they're flying big brothers lying Blaming the chaos, on little green men sissy thinks he's mean, she's clucking like a hen Things were much simpler, when they were in the womb kids, they think their so clever. Ha! I'll just send them to their room Hurry get dressed, we're running real late please use your fork, keep your food on your plate The toothpaste is gone, the toilet is clogged now we'll never get there, the place will be mobbed Hair brushed, shoes tied, turn off all the lights cramming into the mini-van, mom rips her tights The gas tank is empty, there's a stinky kind of smell who didn't wash their feet, no one will tell Stop throwing gum, and pulling hair keep your hands to yourself, sit in your chair They smile so innocently, cros

Early one morning, his little face shined he lit up her world, her heart it defined A baby boy, all sweet and new her joy was glorious, how it grew and grew New territory for a mom, used to pink ribbons and all she trips over Lego's, cars and a ball Early one morning, a new day has begun she arose to the task, she arose with the sun She sang her way to the kitchen below he came dashing in, with toy truck in tow Slobbery kisses and fleeting hugs their day has started, she grabs two mugs Hot chocolate and Cheerios, a breakfast of champs mommy and her little guy, buddies and vamps Dashing and handsome, already at two, dreaming of the fun things he'll say and do Early one morning, the time it did fly here comes her teenager, she tries not to cry He, standing taller than her height in full growing up so handsome, he's anything but dull His attentions are s

Recently, I asked God to reveal to me an answer to a question I have had for a long time. A question I could not sum up the courage to ask. Even God. An answer that would take the strength of kryptonite to contain it. An answer that would surely swallow me whole. Well I worked up the courage. So I asked him, quietly one day. Like a little girl...."Dear God..." And I believe he revealed the answer to my question to me in a dream. I did not like the answer. I knew that I was not going to like the answer. Which is why I could never bring myself to ask it in the first place. It was a question, that has been lurking in the bleachers, waiting, hoping for the day it could escape. It was not a plea. And, it did not involve the question "Why?" No, I did not ask why. I did not think I would get the answer to that question here on earth. So, I did not ask it. I can imagine you are wondering what the big question was. What the answer turned out to be. But I cannot sha