Life's Altering Moments

The loss of my father left a gaping hole in my heart. After a long day of girls club activities my tired body longs to sleep but can't because I see the visual imprint of my father's face on my mind. I don't see you see daddy where are you, I ask, are we playing hide-and-seek again. Daddy daddy I am only a child can't you tell me where you are. Daddy daddy, I'm growing into a teen now, where are you hiding. Daddy I'm all grown up now, my body has become weary from searching. As I'm taking a walk on this dark gloomy day looking up at the gray sky I'm pondering the loss of the imprint of your face that is slowly fading away and the hole you left that I'm longing to be filled, I feel a warm loving touch and hear a still small voice say I'm here, your Heavenly Father has always been here, I was there before you lost your father and I am here now. My daughter the search is over the hole has been filled and just know your Heavenly Father will always be...

At the moment of conception the intertwining of the blood vessels of two  become one. The mother's love is wrapped together with a formless mass, the imprint of this beautiful embryo forming inside a dark protective sea of water. As this embryo grows into a fetal form each day, weeks and months so the love of the mother also grows. This once formless mass now a being exits this dark protective sea of water and the mother's love is mixed with many emotions.  As the mother does what she only knows to do the child grows up with mixed emotions questioning if the mother really loved them this once formulas mass now an adolescent still searching and longing for the mother's love. This once formless mass now and adult realizes that the love of their mother has always been their wrapped together with them at the moment of conception. The love of the mother nurturing, caring, crying, praying, laughing, encouraging, molding, shaping, struggling,  persevering and conquering days wee...

                              The Art of Forgiveness                                                                                                                                             Love keeps no record of wrongs, or does it? What if the pain of the wrong iis so deep that your love gets lost in your pain? What if an uncontrollable fire starts from your mouth condemning the person who committed the wrong? What if your mind races with how can I get revenge for this wrong? The art of forgiveness is love; love is a choice and act of the will. Love will destroy e...

The loss of a father leaves a gaping hole in your heart. The imprint of my father's face is on my mind but I don't see him. Where are you daddy, are we playing hide and seek again. I'm only four can't you tell me where you are, I'm fifteen now where are you I have been waiting for your return, I'm all grown up now father I'm tired of looking, the imprint of you has faded and the hole you left I long for it to be filled. So one gloomy cool  day as I looked up at the gray  sky I felt a warm loving touch and I heard a still small voice say I'm here I've always been here, your Heavenly Father  was there before you lost your father and I am here now, the search is over the hole is filled just know your heavenly father will always be near. Written by Lynn