Above is a pic of my youngest daughter and me.
My Husband, My brother in Christ
Thanksgiving Contemplation
My father sent this to me: This is a Thanksgiving poem by John Cowles wife who passed from cancer. It was written during a time when she knew she had cancer.
Written in honor of the 'thanksgiving season. To Be Read Thoughtfully
T THANKS wells up within my heart.
For all You've done for me.
THYSELF (my Lord, my Master)
My deep TRANQUILITY.
For TABLES, TOAST and TELEPHONES TASTE and special TREATS,
TEENS. TOOLS, TENDERNESS,
Safe TRAVELS I complete.
TEACHERS who are TETHERED,
To sound THEOLOGY.
TRUST, wee TYKES, and TYPEWRITERS, Modern TECHNOLOGY.
H For HUSBAND, HEALTH and HALLOWED pews, The HOLY SPIRIT in me.
Godly HABITS learned in youth, a HOME with HARMONY.
HYMNS, HUGS, HOSPITALS. An HEIR to all in HEAVEN.
HANDS to work, sustaining HOPE, Bountiful HARVESTS given.
For HAMMERS. HOBBIES, HANDLES,
Safe HARBORS I have known.
That I am HARNESSED in Your yoke
And I am HEADING HOME.
A AIRPLANES and ANESTHETICS
An AUTOMOBILE for me.
Myriads of ANGELS,
Bid His AUTHORITY.
My ARBITRATOR, ADVOCATE, His AUTOBIOGRAPHY,
Instructs me to ABIDE in Him, Puts ARMOR upon me.
ACQUAINTED and ACCEPTED, ATONED, ADORED, ADORNED. I thank Him for an ALPHABET. By which it is ALL known.
N I'm grateful that I bear your NAME, Your NATURE given me,
That You a lowly NAZARENE.
Grant me NOBILITY
My days (and hairs) you've NUMBERED Lord, And NOTICE every tear.
You NOURISH me, supply each NEED, And always You are NEAR.
NEIGHBORS, NAPS. sharp NEEDLES, NOSE a rose to smell.
NUTS on Chocolate, NIGHT to rest,
And NEWS that all is well.
K Thank you Lord for KISSES,
And KITCHENS to make stew.
KOALA bears and KANGAROOS show The humorous side of You.
To raise the KIDS you've given,
To fear and follow Thee,
You, the Great All-KNOWING One, Through prayer give us the KEY.
You are my KING, I worship You, My KNEES (though creaky) bend.
You rule Your KINGDOM, each request, In KIND or KINDNESS send.
S STORES, garage SALES, SANDWICHES, And SACKS for all my loot,
SATURDAYS and SUNRISES,
And SOCKS within my boot.
SACRED SABBATHS I have known.
SACRIFICING SAINTS.
SCIENTIFIC SCHOLARS,
SURGEONS for complaints.
SALADS, SALT, and SAFETY PINS, STRENGTH and SANITY (partial). The SEASONS and the SCENERY, SIGHT that I might SEE.
On this Thanksgiving Day --My heart is full of praise at all that You have given me, Lord --I bow in awe, amazed
