Barbara and Mike Rollins, R. T. and Irma Breedlove – March 2, 1974
Grandmom made cookies,
cakes, rich gooey treats.
Her house smelled
of “Grandmom bread.”
When she knew we would be there
the kitchen filled with her edible love
I’m Grandmom now, like her so much.
God help me not to teach
that Grandmom’s love comes from the oven…
expanse large as God
containing stars galaxies
and important me
When I say thank you it feels like my mind changes; it feels like my spirit changes. ~ Jhe T
Gratitude spreads joy forward
but backwards as well,
sprinkling pleasure all around
as seeds to germinate
sometimes slowly
often instantly
springing up full-grown
bouquets of peace.
I get upset when I don’t get my way and the only answer is to not have a way. ~ Miranda O’D
…praying only for knowledge of His will
and the power to carry that out.
Independence, a prized possession
from the time we can put on shoes,
know the toy we prefer, take off running.
Accountability, self-supporting, on our own,
measuring rods for maturity, for growing up.
Decisive, determined, knowing your own mind,
evidence of leadership, of maturity.
The course of our lives, long established,
is to know ourselves, our goals, our intentions.
The only problem? It doesn’t work,
leads to fear, to doubt, to guilt and shame…
When our way aligns itself with the Power that is,
when our will is set aside,
only then can we really have our way.
It takes courage and willingness to receive such unconditional love and support. ~ Voices of Recovery (Kindle Locations 1476-1477)
I’ll let you love me.
But to be honest it scares me,
amazes me, stuns me,
to have such acceptance
poured out on me,
to tell the truth
to hugs and tears,
to be held straight
by your support.
But having been loved
without strings, freely…
I have to pass it on
so forgive me if my loving you
makes you uncomfortable.
