Poem #31 by Christine Tracy - Silence of a Mommy's Love

The divine silence

Of a baby sleeping

Of a quiet cuddle

Of a moment in prayer

For the little one

Who by it’s very life

And first cry

First finger squeeze

And first smile

Multiplies your love

Grounds your being

And changes a mother’s life

Forever.

A Precious Gift of Reminding

I received a call from my friend, Debbie, on my 70th birthday. We have been friends for 65 years. She was my friend who lived across the street. The one I loved to play with. We were best friends and you could say we literally grew up together. We’ve laughed many laughs and cried many tears together. We don’t talk much these days. We live far apart. But we easily always pick up where we left off.

She told me she had planned to write this to me, but felt compelled to call instead. She started by saying “When Liz and Ceci (other best friends) and I get together and you come up in conversation, we mimic you.” I thought – this is not going to go well. I couldn’t imagine why they would mimic me. But then she went on – in a high-pitched fun voice: “Let’s go do this; let’s go do that; what if we went there; what if we tried this?” She went on to remind me of who I was in high school; a friend who was brave; who tried new things; who believed anything was possible; and who they all loved because of those things. She said they agreed I’m still that person.

I don’t remember myself that way. What I remember is being shy and awkward; not very popular; one who didn’t really know where she belonged but tried everything; one who loved sports but was clumsy; one who was sick a lot.
 
I loved what Debbie told me. What a birthday gift.
We all need to be reminded of who we are, don’t we?

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How to Not Get Old

My husband has called me "old woman" since I was 40. He also calls himself "old man". He thinks it's so funny. Many years later, I still answer, "I'm not old!!!!" I only notice the age when I stiffly get out of bed in the morning and look in the bathroom mirror.

Yesterday, I was with a group of friends my age. We all agreed we had never thought of being old until recently.

Something was trying to force its way into our minds telling us we are old; soon to die; and other morbid things.

I'm calling this out, standing in the gap for all of us. The lies of aging have no power over us, our minds, and our bodies.

So, my friends, if this sounds like you, stop the anxious fear! Think young, do what you can to stay healthy, and stop dwelling on something you can't control.There are people who need our love, experience, and time. We need to put our hands to something, and as my cowgirl friend, Ginger Greene, says, we have to "get about it!"

Let this part of our lives be the most prosperous, creative, rewarding, and fun in every way.

I'm going for the fresh and green promise in the verse below! Join me?

Psalm 92:14 - They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green.

Poem #31 by Christine Tracy

You Weren't Ashamed

When days seemed bleak

and dark clouds hovered

and hope waned

and I felt lost and alone; a failure; forgotten

You were never disappointed in me

Never surprised, ashamed, or reprimanding.

Your hand touched mine. You said “I’m here

“I will bring you through to something better.”

And you did.

I'm stronger now; full of hope

Thankful for life and love; work and dreams

I walk in a new awareness

Of you; your voice; your strength in me.

Walk with me now on

 the path you lit just for me.

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Who else loves Theresa Dedmon of Bethel Church (BSSM) and the Create Academy international online school for creatives? Theresa wanted to interview me for her Create Talks. What a fun interview. I love what she is doing to advance the creative arts to bring healing and love to the world. Find out more about my author coaching as well as Theresa's amazing ministry when you click on the zoom link here and watch our interview. If God is compelling you to tell your unique story that can help others, 2022 is the year!

#30 of 30 Poems by Christine Tracy

The Unseen Gifts

Fresh breezes

Kind thoughts

Sweet fragrance

Flavor

Happiness

Birdsong

Joy

Love

Friendship

A child's trust

These unseen gifts

That bring delight

Bestowing favor

And life's abundance

Make me

Grateful beyond words.