Sunday, January 16, 2011
Words won't come out.
Won't come out.
I've tried, over and over and over and over again,
but nothing comes out.
I read older posts, look at the "drafts" pile in my post-manager box, and find that only one out of four posts are published. The rest are unfinished, scattered, incomplete.
I look at the post-managing box from even a year ago, only one out of ten, maybe, are unpublished.
But words don't come out.
When some begin to make sense, I may come back to the computer and share... but I don't think it will be for a while yet.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
So many times, I've sat on my bed or on the couch or in the rocker in our old craftsman style home, rocking back and forth, staring out the window at the white snow racing by on the wings of the wind, listening to it howl as it passes by, the cold air leaking in through the window cracks, wondering why on earth God has ever put a human being on this desolate plain.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
None could stop it.
Sheol would separate him and life's love.
Scooped away into the pit,
Taken in the darkness of night,
The candle of life snuffed out - a candle once brightly lit.
Laughter decreased as time
Flew away on the times wing.
A second round, closer to the heart this time.
One last night together,
Joy, pain, laughter...
Doesn't love last forever?
He's passing by now, going
The shadows of his soul-
His physical breath slowing.
A mans soul goes on forever,
But this world must let go.
Through deaths door you must endeavor
The pit laughs with joy
- it cackles
As it clenches the life of _...
Where has my grandfather gone?
To Heaven or Hell?
Is it my worry where his life's gone wrong?
I love to return home,
where innocence grew,
And my family left me not alone.
I do not want to experience round two!
Life's too short!
Death too soon....
Grief now takes over
my heart is broke!
Thank God I have no worldly lover!
My life is nothing to me,
It's Christ's alone!
He sees through me.
- it's too strong!
My heart too weak to live some...
It's not as bad as it seems,
This too will pass, life will again, with light, teem!
But now, together, we walk,
This dark and cold corridor,
And in hushed voices we talk.
written by Kendra E. Nehring, for my beloved Grandpa Roy Lamar Rummel.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Finally!! My nerdy hands grip the four-by-three-inch book in their iron clasp... no one, and I repeat, no one, will take this tiny book from me! Not until I have read absolutely every definition contained between the front and back cover...
Mine I tell you!
I fell like such a two year old!
But I will not let go of this little book..
Being a Christian, one would probably think that it's a pocket-sized Bible that I'm drooling over...
However, I'm not so religious...
In fact, I feel highly...
Thursday, September 2, 2010
We threw away so much...
Before mom and I started working on the pictures I was getting ready to waltz into the great outdoors and start snapping as many shots of the glorious creation as I could. However, mom found mold on the pictures and that took precedence, obviously. Upon completing soaking the dozens (hundred?) of pictures, clipping them up to a clothes line to dry, and throwing bunches away throughout the process, I really had no desire what so ever to take any more pictures! Why bother? They are just going to get tossed and ruined in the end anyway!!
Okay, so maybe I was depressed. I lacked any hope of successfully capturing the beauty in life, and passing it on, in a photograph, believing it'll all waste away without impacting anyone, without any purpose whatsoever.
utterly tiny I am...
Warmth for Winter
*feather-down, fleece-lined blanket
*Hot "English Breakfast" tea, if a tsp. of whipped honey
*Pictures of tropical islands
*An adorable puppy to sit on your lap
* Basic Message Oil
6 tsp. carrier oil of your choice
8 srops of essential/ fragerance oil of your choice
Blend the two together, well. Warm up the oil before using - make sure to message between your fingers and your cuticals.
.... any questions?