What Is A Dad?

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I recently came across this little poem about dads. While the name of the author is unknown, the message of this little ditty gives us a powerful picture of the goodness and love a father demonstrates to his children!

WHAT IS A DAD?

A dad is someone who

wants to catch you before you fall

but instead picks you up,

brushes you off, and lets you try again.

A dad is someone who

wants to keep you from making mistakes

but instead lets you find your way,

even though his heart breaks in silence

when you get hurt.

A dad is someone who

holds you when you cry,

scolds you when you break the rules,

shines with pride when you succeed,

and had faith in you even when you fail…

~ Unknown

Be That One

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What kind of person are you? Are you compassionate, sympathetic, and kind towards others? Or are you someone who is unsympathetic, callous, and impervious in your relationships with individuals?

The following poem was written by Sheri Eckert and serves as a great reminder that we should all “Be That One” kind of person who looks to inspire, encourage, and assist others in their journey of life.

Be That One

Be that one.

That One who forgives when a deep offense has been committed.

That One who loves when no one else does.

That One who shares kindness to those who are mean.

Be That One who looks past the insult, instead seeing the pain that motivated it.

That One who shines the light upon those who sit in utter darkness.

Because the impact of being That One runs far and wide.It brings healing to the wounded, joy to the sad, and hope to those in despair.

Be That One.


How beautiful a day can be when KINDNESS touches it” 🙂

His Journey Has Just Begun

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My father passed away a few years ago and there isn’t a day that goes past that I don’t think of him. I miss the times that we shared together fishing, traveling, camping, laughing, and doing the plethora of other things that I loved to do with him. He was more than a father to me, he was my buddy, my confidant, my best friend.

Today, I was going through my desk here at home and came across a poem that a friend of mine had shared with us. For some reason, I don’t remember reading it at the time, but after reading it today, it brought a sense of comfort to my heart.

It is for this reason that I felt as though I should share it with other people that may be going through a time of grief, loss, or nostalgia.

So, here is the poem…

“His Journey’s Just Begun”

Don’t think of him as gone away,

His journey’s just begun.

Life holds so many facets,

This earth is only one.

—–

Just think of him as resting,

From the sorrows and the tears.

A place of warmth and comfort,

Where there are no days and years.

—-

Think how he must be wishing,

That we could know today.

How nothing but our sadness,

Can really pass away.

—-

And think of him as living,

In the hearts of those he touched.

For nothing loved is ever lost,

And he was loved so much.

~ Ellen Brenneman

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

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Life and death. The two most basic components of every living person and thing on earth. It was once said that the two most certain things in life are death and taxes. Each one of us will pass on from this world someday and we all probably know of someone who has left us.

Unfortunately, there are times when our loved ones leave us suddenly. We never had the chance to say good-bye and share our final thoughts with them.

I came across the following poem in a paper a few years ago and decided to share with it with you today. I hope that it may bring you a measure of peace and comfort…or please feel free to share it with someone who you may think need it.

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me,

Please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name,

And took me by the hand

 

The angel said my place was ready,

In Heaven far above,

And that I’d have to leave behind

All those I dearly love.

 

But when I walked through Heaven’s Gates,

I felt so much at home,

For God looked down, smiled at me,

And told me “Welcome Home.”

 

So, when tomorrow starts without me,

Don’t think we’re far apart,

For every time you think of me,

I’m right there in your heart.

 

~ Author Unknown

Poems of Comfort in Times of Grief

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Simply put…a two poems of comfort for times of grief.

 

The Moment That You Died

The moment that you died

My heart was torn in two

One side filled with heartache

The other died with you.

 

I often lie awake at night

When the world is fast asleep, and

Take a walk down memory lane

With tears upon my cheeks.

 

Remembering you is easy

I do it every day

But missing you is heartache

That never goes away.

 

I hold you tightly within my heart

And there you will remain

Until the joyous day arrives

That we will meet again.

~ Unknown~

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Walking With us Forever

Our lives go on without you

But nothing is the same

We have to hide our heartache

When someone speaks your name.

 

Sad are the hearts that love you

Silent are the tears that fall

Living here without you

Is the hardest part of all.

 

You did so many things for us

Your heart was kind and true

And when we needed someone

We could always count on you.

 

The special years will not return

When we were all together

But with the love in our hearts

You walk with us forever.

~All-greatquotes.com~

When I Grow Up

sabine-van-straaten-HF4Hy8jFhEY-unsplashI remember when I was a little boy, watching and following my dad everywhere and wondering to myself what it would be like to be a “grown-up” and whether or not I would ever be as good as him. My father was a photographer who had his own little studio where he would take family portraits or pictures of people and their pets. He was also the photographer for a little town newspaper which had subscribers all along the New Jersey coast.

Wherever we went, everyone just seemed to know him, and they loved him. He always brought a smile, a laugh, and good cheer to others. I remember thinking how awesome that would be if someday, when I got older, when I became a “grown-up,” I could do the same and have people think the same way about me.

Hopefully…I have become a lot like my dad.

Of course, there were other people in my life that I always thought would be nice if I had some of their attributes as well. They all influenced my life to make me the kind of person that I am today.

What does your children or other people think of you?

Today’s poem is a beautiful writing that shares with us the questioning mind of a little child and how they, so much, want to be like their adult companion. Good “food for thought!”

 

When I Grow Up

 When I grow up

          I want to be like you…

I want to be big and strong

          I want people to like me just as they like you –

I want to play sports,

             I want to dribble

         Spike, run, throw, bat, dive and roll…just like you.

                           I think you’re wonderful

          and you always will be…

I wish I was grown up now.

          Do you think that I will be tall?

Do you think that I’ll be good like you –

Will there be enough left for me

          When I get grown-up?

Will you help me – will you show me the way?

          I want you to

                           Because…

When I grow-up I want to be just like you.

 

~ Bonnie Beach ~

Easter…With A Nod to Dr. Seuss

rod-long-aJvSX36kweg-unsplashAround the world, millions upon millions of people celebrate one of the holiest and most blessed days of the year, the death and resurrection of Jesus. It is through that beautiful hope and promise that Christians base their faith upon, that like Jesus, we too will be someday resurrected and live with Him for eternity.

A friend of mine recently sent me the following poem about Easter…with a modern day twist. It has a hint of the legendary writer, Dr. Seuss, and of the times that we are all now experiencing.

It os my hope that this little poem brings a smile to your face, strengthens your faith, and inspiration to your soul.

“Easter…With A Nod to Dr. Seuss”

‘Twas late in ‘19 when the virus began

Bringing chaos and fear to all people, each land.

 

People were sick, hospitals full,

Doctors overwhelmed, no one in school.

 

As winter gave way to the promise of spring,

The virus raged on, touching peasant and king.

 

People hid in their homes from the enemy unseen.

They YouTubed and Zoomed, social-distanced, and cleaned.

 

April approached and churches were closed.

“There won’t be an Easter,” the world supposed.

 

“There won’t be church services, and egg hunts are out.

No reason for new dresses when we can’t go about.”

 

Holy Week started, as bleak as the rest.

The world was focused on masks and on tests.

 

“Easter can’t happen this year,” it proclaimed.

“Online and at home, it just won’t be the same.”

 

Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, the days came and went.

The virus pressed on; it just would not relent.

 

The world woke Sunday and nothing had changed.

The virus still menaced, the people, estranged.

 

“Pooh pooh to the saints,” the world was grumbling.

“They’re finding out now that no Easter is coming.

 

“They’re just waking up! We know just what they’ll do!

Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,

 

And then all the saints will all cry boo-hoo.

“That noise,” said the world, “will be something to hear.”

 

So it paused and the world put a hand to its ear.

And it did hear a sound coming through all the skies.

 

It started down low, then it started to rise.

But the sound wasn’t depressed.

 

Why, this sound was triumphant!

It couldn’t be so!

 

But it grew with abundance!

The world stared around, popping its eyes.

 

Then it shook! What it saw was a shocking surprise!

Every saint in every nation, the tall and the small,

 

Was celebrating Jesus in spite of it all!

It hadn’t stopped Easter from coming! It came!

 

Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And the world with its life quite stuck in quarantine

 

Stood puzzling and puzzling.

“Just how can it be?”

 

“It came without bonnets, it came without bunnies,

It came without egg hunts, cantatas, or money.”

 

Then the world thought of something it hadn’t before.

“Maybe Easter,” it thought, “doesn’t come from a store.

Maybe Easter, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

 

And what happened then? Well…the story’s not done.

What will YOU do? Will you share with that one?

 

Or two or more people needing hope in this night?

Will you share the source of your life in this fight?

 

The churches are empty – but so is the tomb,

And Jesus is victor over death, doom, and gloom.

 

So, this year at Easter, let this be our prayer,

As the virus still rages all around, everywhere.

 

May the world see hope when it looks at God’s people.

May the world see the church is not a building or steeple.

 

May the world find Faith in Jesus’ death and resurrection,

May the world find Joy in a time of dejection.

 

May 2020 be known as the year of survival,

But not only that – Let it start a revival.

 

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!

When This Corona Virus is Over, Let’s Never Forget…

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During the course of the past few weeks, the Corona Virus has had a huge impact on the daily lives of people all over the world. Millions and millions of families and individuals are restricted to staying in their homes, keeping away from parks, theaters, eateries, and a host of other places where people would enjoy groups of Social Gatherings.

I recently came across the following poem written by Laura Kelly Fanucci, called, “When This is Over,” that I thought was a terrific reminder to all of us, some of the simple little things in life that we should never take for granted again. Lest we never forget…

When this is over…

 

May we never again

Take for granted

A handshake with a stranger

Full shelves at a store

Conversations with neighbors

A crowded theater

Friday night out

A taste of communion

A routine checkup

The school rush each morning

Coffee with a friend

The stadium roaring

Each deep breath

A boring Tuesday

Life itself.

 

When this ends…

 

may we find

that we have become

more like the people

we wanted to be

we were called to be

we hope to be

and may we stay

that way – better

for each other

because of the worst.

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….a lot to look forward to! 🙂

Stay Safe My Friends!

An Angel’s Hand

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The death and loss of a loved one, family or friend, is never easy. There are times when it comes unexpected and other instances when it arrives after a long period of time. I have experienced this kind of loss with dear friends of mine as well as family and relatives.

For me, I have always found comfort knowing that despite the hard and painful time I was going through, there was a promise and hope that I would see them again…whole, perfect, without pain and suffering.

I recently discovered the following poem, written by John F. Connor, that really gave me a beautiful image about what happens to our lost loved ones and their souls the moment they pass away from this earth.

It is simply a wonderful, heartwarming and beautiful little poem that I felt I needed to share. It is my hope that it will comfort someone today.

An Angel’s Hand

An angel whispered in my ear

Believe in me and have no fear,

Come with me and take my hand,

I will take you to another land.

 

A place of peace, a place of light,

Don’t be afraid, just hold on tight.

Your earth days are done but don’t be sad

Remember all the times you had;

Loved ones will join you, don’t despair,

You have many in Heaven waiting there.

 

Your body dies, your soul is free,

That’s why you get to fly with me.

I Will Be Here

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Occasionally, I come across a poem or the words to a song, that is very calming and reassuring. Today, I am going to share the lyrics to a song written by Steven Curtis Chapman, “I Will Be Here.” You can interpret them as either coming from a friend’s point of view or from God’s but either way, I hope that you find this comforting.

 

“I Will Be Here”

Tomorrow morning if you wake

Up and the sun does not appear

I will be here

If in the dark, we lose sight of love

Hold my hand and have no fear

‘Cause I will be here

I will be here

When you feel like being quiet

When you need to speak your mind

I will listen

And I will be here

When the laughter turns to cryin’

Through the winning and the losing and trying

We’ll be together

I will be there

Tomorrow morning if you wake up

And the future is unclear

I will be here

Just as sure as the seasons were made for change

Our lifetimes were made for these years

So I will be there

I will be here

And you can cry on my shoulder

When the mirror tells us we’re older

I will hold you

And I will be here

To watch you grow in beauty

And tell you all the things you are to me

I will be there

I will be true to the promise I have made

To you and the One who gave you to me

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up

And the sun does not appear

I will be here

Oh, I will be here

Spending Christmas With Jesus This Year

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The Christmas and Holiday season is one of the most beautiful and exciting times of the year for millions of people around the world. The celebrations, music, parades, and all of the other thrilling festivities are some of the things that make the season so beautiful and heartwarming.

Unfortunately, for an untold number of other people, this time of year can be very sad, miserable, or depressing. The loss of a friend or loved one, or the remembrances of times and people in the past can make this time of year downright depressing. I lost both of my parents during the Thanksgiving/Christmas holiday season…my dad, two weeks before Christmas, and my mom, seven days before Christmas. It seems funny to me how every year, a few weeks before the holiday season, I subconsciously begin to become sad and nostalgic about my parents.

So, it goes without saying, that I recently came across the following poem on a friend’s post called, “I’m Spending Christmas With Jesus Christ This Christmas” (written by Wanda Bencke) that I thought was a unique perspective of someone who has left this earth and is now in heaven with God. The following rhyme is a wonderful and touching piece of writing that I hope with help uplift your heart and touch your soul!

 

“I’m Spending Christmas With Jesus Christ This Year”

I see the countless Christmas trees,

Around the world below.

With tiny lights, like heaven’s stars,

Reflecting in the snow.

 

The sight is so spectacular,

Please wipe away that tear.

For I’m spending Christmas,

With Jesus Christ this year.

 

I hear the many Christmas songs,

That people hold so dear.

But the sounds of music can’t compare,

With the Christmas choir up here.

 

For I have no words to tell you,

The joy their voices bring.

For it is beyond description,

To hear the angels sing.

 

I can’t tell you of the splendor,

Or the peace here in this place,

Can you just imagine Christmas,

With Jesus, face to face?

 

I’ll ask Him to light your spirit,

As I tell Him of your love.

So then pray one for another,

As I lift you eyes above.

 

Please let your hearts be joyful,

And let your spirits sing.

For I’m spending Christmas in Heaven,

And I am walking with the King!

Aging Like Sea Glass

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I have bad news folks…we are all getting older! Have you ever considered how you want to age as you get older? Will you be someone who finishes your life bitter and crass? Will you be an individual full of regret of the things that you COULD have accomplished? Or will you be gratified and content knowing that you met all of your life’s goals and dreams?

How will you allow your experiences and happenings in your life shape you as the years go on?

I recently found the following poem that I think is a beautiful illustration of someone who has a fantastic goal of the kind of life that they would like to have. I hope that it encourages you.

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Sea Glass

I want to age like sea glass.

Smoothed by the tides

But not broken.

 

I want my hard edges to soften.

I want to ride the waves

and go with the flow.

 

I want to catch a wave

and let it carry me

to where I belong.

 

I want to be picked up

and held gently by

those who delight in my

well earned patina and

appreciate the changes I went

through to achieve that beauty.

 

I want to enjoy the journey

and always remember that if

you give the ocean something

breakable it will turn it into

something beautiful.

I want to age like sea glass.

 

~ Author Unknown

 

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