MY LOVE AND ME

Fear gripped my whole being as I looked at the ceiling, with questions in my head

It has been a long hard time being separated from the one I love as he serves his country

I will be thrilled when he finally arrives at the airport where I can put my arms around him

But life will be very different, I might move away from friends to a place I do not know

What if I am not the kind of wife I should be and he is disappointed?

What if the children have a hard time with us all being together?

What if we have clash, or disagree, or do things that bother each other?

What if we can't work out our problems and we scream at each other?

I want to be able to show him how much I love him and care for him

I want him to talk to me when things get tense and I am not sure what to do next

I want him to hold me and tell me how much he cares even in the hard times

 

In the distant land of Korea lays the sad lonely solider, husband, unable to close his eyes

He longs to be home with his wife and family but at the same time he has questions

Does my wife love me enough to stick out the hard times?

Do my girls even remember who I am or will they be so angry I have been gone

Will they run, hug and kiss me and tell me how much they love me or want to stay away?

What will life be like again back in the states with my new family and all the changes?

Will my wife be patient, as I try to get things back together or will we fight all the time?

Will my brother talk to me or does he really hate me as much as I fear?

Will I ever relax so I can sleep a peaceful rest and clear my head?

I long to be back home with those that love me and that I love

I want to hold my wife and play with my kids laughing with not a care in the world

 

The time has come when their eyes need to close to get what sleep they can

But first what do they do to help them get through the night

Each kisses a picture of their love holding the frame tight as if it was really them

Touching the face in the picture with tears in their eyes wishing he/she was their

As they drift off to sleep both say a good night to their love in their hearts

With a last I love you on their lips for the night and a longing for their presence

Their dreams are the troubles of their day and the happiness of their future

What do they wake to, a day closer to behold the eyes of the one they love

As they go through their day their thoughts keep going to each other

A strange smile comes across their face as they recall the fun times

Warmness fills their heart as they think of the reunion coming soon

Dreams

I sluggishly go to my bedroom

Worn out from a busy day at work

I drag myself around getting dressed

Then I lay my weary head on my pillow

The troubles of my life seem to pour in

Until that moment I was able to lay them aside

I closed my eyes they pop back open

I try my best to block life's difficulties out

It is a struggle to lay it all aside

The woes of my past seem to haunt me

The worst time is in the darkness of night

I cannot busy myself doing anything else

As I do when I am up and about

I lay as still as I can, holding my eyes closed

I drift into a restless sleep of tossing

Dreams come in full blown colors and sounds

I have struggled with them many a nights

Last night as I found myself half waking as I often do

In my head I just shouted no dreams tonight

God please take them away

As many times I found it necessary

I must say I was surprised at the result

God must have scared them right away

They did not come in all their fullness

Sleep was not plenty either but I won't complain

Those pesky dreams did not fill my head

They were not my complain when I woke

I felt thrilled not to have them in my little mind

What a great way to start another day

 

Joe to the Rescue

I would like to go to church
I hear kids at school talk about God
Sunday School is where they learn
They tell me their teacher is the best
The other day a man came by our house
He talked to my mom and he said
"Just call me Joe or pastor if you want
I drive a bus that comes this way
To pick up children every Sunday
Would you like me to come by for yours?"
He turned and winked at me
My fingers were crossed
As my mom thought for a few minutes
"Yes" she said as she looked at me
He turned to leave with a big smile
"I will see you Sunday little girl"
He spoke as he walked by me
I did go to church that Sunday
That teacher is great
I learned about Gods' love
I am glad Joe stopped by my house
Joe to the rescue I do say
Happy day, happy day

Who Was That Man?

I hurried down a busy street to meet with friends

These ladies I had not seen for a long while

I bought the most flattering dress to astonish

The shoes were even the newest of style

I did not dress like this normally but I wanted to impress

My pace was slowed when I found myself behind an old man

His cloths were tattered, his hair a mess

As I started to pass him, he looked up with a big smile

At which time I noticed teeth missing and a dirty face

I gave him a slight smile and nodded my head

He kept smiling as I went by as fast as I could

I was very careful not to brush against him

I did not want to get dirt on me, what a mess he was

I arrived at the restaurant to find my friends

They looked great as I knew they would

I was proud of how I looked as well

My mind kept returning to that poor old man

Why was he such a mess, where does he live?

Does he have anyone to help care for him?

I finally pushed his weather warn face from my mind

After spending a less then delightful time with my friends

I hurried home to change back into the real me  

The next day as I was going on my way

That man once again I saw by the side of the road

I turned and gazed the other way as I drove by

Pretending like my eyes did not catch his stare

It was kind of odd twice my eyes would fall on him

The rest of the week passed without my eyes spying that man

He did not leave my mind with that big smile of his

Getting busy with my chores of running here and there

That man pretty much had left my mind until

I saw my own dad that Sunday then it happened

In my mind popped that mans tattered, worn face

I could not escape his gaze I carried in my brain

There was something about that big smile of his

I wondered how his smile could be so enormous

It appeared he had no money for he appeared so unkept

Why didn't his family help take care of him I wondered?

Rest did not come easy since his arrival into my life

I began to pray that I would see him again, I did not know why

The next day I was walking down that same familiar street again

There he was with the giant smile on his face as he sat on the sidewalk

I took the time to stop, I did not plan on being there long

I ask about his family, but he had no one that cared for him

I had many questions running through my mind

Quickly the though jumped in my head from I don't know where

That he must be hungry sitting here on the sidewalk like this

I invited him to the restaurant down the street to have a bite with me

He objected at first but my compelling words convinced him

People pointed as we entered but his big smile never left his face

He just ordered a hamburger and fires as did I

We chatted while waiting for our food, he was very interesting

Our food arrived, he bowed his head quietly for a minute

Was he praying I wondered as I watched his lips move?

When finished he ate very slowly as if to savory very bite

 "How can you have such a huge smile on your face?" I asked

He looked up at me with very caring eyes and began

"If I share a smile with someone it might help them through their day

I never know what a hard day they might be having"

"But you" I interrupted "are living here on the street"

"Yes, I am" he said not losing his smile. "I have met some great people

Coming and going here on this street God sent you my way

God sends special people your way if we only look"

We continued talking as we ate then we went our way

I never saw this man again but have always remembered his words

"God sends special people your way if we only look"