Sometimes people let us down, simply by not paying attention…

They haven’t noticed the spring in our step has been reduced to a slow, lingering pace.

They haven’t noticed the missing spark in our eye, which is now a restrained tear, desperately longing to break free.

Most importantly, they haven’t noticed we are lost and struggling to find our way.

People will always let you down. They see what they want to see.

I’m so very thankful for a God who loves me unconditionally. He sees my brokenness and offers healing, while understanding my pain.

No matter how lost I feel, he takes my hand and leads me back to where I need to be.

The struggle is real, but so is God.

Thankful for being a lost and found person. Loved with compassion, saved by grace.

Penelope

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There are countless reasons to love September…

Cooler weather fills the air. Leaves tumble gently to the ground. Their colors transposed from the deep greens of summer. Now painted in orange, yellow, red, and brown.

Culinary imaginations, pumpkin spice set ablaze. The replicated fragrance, an intoxicating haze.

Well hello, football. It’s finally here. Anticipation soars. Pass me a beer. Come one, come all. Let the yelping begin. KICK IT…RUN…CATCH IT…WIN! Then next weekend, we’ll do it again.

Let’s not forget the birthdays. We must celebrate. Growing old is a privilege. So bring on the cake!

And lurking around the corner, the holidays set in. Halloween décor, with a little Christmas blend.

September is truly, the southerner’s friend…

Yet, through all the festivities and fun to be had, deep down inside, I’m still quite sad.

September you left me, so many years ago. I stood there sobbing, tears trickling down my nose.

The wicked Cancer, had finally won. I stared down at you, completely numb.

September was the last time, I saw your sweet face. Every year, thereafter,  locked in my mind’s database.

The months speed by. Your birthday in between. Still off in the distance, September can be seen.

September God took you. Now in heaven you wait. Having supper with Jesus, til my soul takes its place.

I love you, dear sister.

I’ll always remember, to keep our love alive, through all the Septembers.

Penelope

She was more than just a sister. She was my greatest friend.

 

I’ll miss her every single day, until we meet again.

Missing my sister terribly,

Penelope

You tell me that you love me, yet you mention her by name. You said she was no good for you, and made you feel great shame. You compare us and dissect us, to see which of us to gain. Meanwhile, I suffer silently, reeling in my pain.

She left you feeling unwanted, took your child and then she was gone. And left you sitting mindlessly, wondering what made things go wrong. Another man in the picture? Your son mentions his presence there. It seems she’s moved on, however briefly, forgetting the vows, which you had shared. 

After little time had passed, you pursued my heart to keep. Soon learning forever after, was a price, to you, too steep. 

Her plan, with her new man, somehow has dwindled and gone astray, now seeing you some what happy, makes her long for the good ole days. 

She misses your devotion and the love you gave her, true. Now suddenly, she realizes, she can’t see you with someone new. Of course, now she has you, I was never yours, from the very start. I was just the rebound girl, who rejuvenated your heart. 

Now you’re just a toy being played, in the wicked witches hands. Today she’ll gladly take you back, til she tires of you again. 

And where does this all leave me? My faith in people shattered, with distrust. Picking up the pieces shamelessly, dusting off my battered heart, with great disgust. 

One day true love will find me, my faith will see me through. God’s love will sustain me and make my heart anew. 

Picking up the pieces, 

Penelope 


It takes patience to turn a jungle into a garden. Often times, the work is too much and people give up. That’s too bad. The most exotic plants come from jungles.

Penelope 

Oh the heartache, this sad melody brings. And what I’ll miss the most, are the simple, little things.

One day, the melody, won’t seem so sad. It will be full of memories, of wonderful times once had.

Until the tune changes and my heart, in time, will mend. This sad melody beckons, its sweet, caring friend.

My heart hurts,

Penelope

 

 

 

I lost a friend today. 

There are too many emotions, this feeble heart breaks. 

Many regrets fill my mind, of one longing for my time. 

A sad soul, searching for love. Now he rests with God above. 

I pray his heart is now at ease, and his gentle soul, rests in peace. 

Heed my advise, have no regrets. Do not look back, at things you’ve missed. 

Life is short, take time to care. One day the friendship, will not be there. 

RIP Dear Friend. You will be missed. 

Penelope