“Now here I am, living in the land of tall pine trees and red dirt hills”

“~The spirit of a woman~Is softer than the morning breeze,Tough as nails and strong as steel,But flexible as the willow tree. The heart of a womanIs the foundation of humanity,Grander than the mountains high,But deep as the ocean blue.The wisdom of a woman,Spans across all lands,Withstands all test of time, And is never ending. ~by nancybbrewer ~www.nancybbrewer.com”

“My darling, My day’s sweetest moments are at dawn, for I awake with dreams of you still in my head. As the light touches my lips, I can almost feel yours upon mine. I imagine your footsteps coming up the walk, but today is the same as the day before. It is only fanciful thinking. As the first beams of morning sunlight dance across my weary shoulders I cry out, “How can you be so cheery and bright with so much sorrow across our land?” I know I must be strong and face another day, but tears fill my eyes. Suddenly, a white dove lands upon my window sill. Surely this be the omen that peace is near at hand. Just like the breath of the coming Spring, this little dove now brings me new hope. God has heard our prayers and our Southland will flower again.”

“I am reminded that the children we birth do not belong to us. They belong to God. We are simply the vessel through which they arrive on this earth. We are appointed to care for and guide them; however, we must recognize when the time comes for them to govern their own lives.”

“I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the future”

“I am a survivor. But I am not unique of the people that survived the great late war. We all have our stories to tell. But for most of us the hardened corners have soften with the passage of time.”

“Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings.”