Tuesday, September 25, 2018

What's IN A NAME?..

My house is work zone right now, so all the things I'd be doing are on hold.  Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled as we're FINALLY getting the new floors I've wanted since we moved in, 10 plus years ago.  What we're replacing is some very worn out sheet vinyl in our kitchen & both bathrooms.  Did I mention that I've hated them, for 10 plus years?
Well, I did, so we saved up the money and are now having them REPLACED with what is known as Luxury Vinyl Tile.  It looks like ceramic tile but is not hard and cold,
So, in the midst of the midst, I thought I'd write a little poetry.  The idea for the little girl's name actually came to me in bed about a week ago and I've been writing, on & off, ever since.  I certainly hope you like it.

MADE TO ORDER
By Patty Lynn

A little girl named Zelda has the strangest middle name.
I didn't want to tell her that, since mine is much the same.
I don't mean that my middle names the same as what hers is,
But it’s a little different so I get laughed at by most kids.

My parents liked the sound of it, the lilting on their tongues.
It's called alliteration and this how it comes,
Each word, each name begins the same, they have the same first letter.
Now if I tell you my whole name, you'll understand it better.

My name is Patty Palentine, my middle names, Penelope.
It kinda is mouthful, but it’s sorta like a melody.
But Zelda’s name is different, her middle names unusual.
It doesn't start with Z at all, it’s X, I'm being truthful!

I'm serious, I mean it, her names Zelda X. Zackly.
Her middle name is Xenia, it's really not that wacky...
Because her Mom just loves that name & that is why she picked it,
So think real hard, don’t judge her choice and please don't just dismiss it.

The best part is, at least to me, the thing I love about it,
(And when you hear the reason why, I know that you won't doubt it)]
Is Zelda is the happiest when she’s counting all her blessings.
We all could learn a lot from her, could really learn a lesson...

‘Cause when she counts she always starts with Jesus at the top,
Then family, friends, her school, her pets, continues and can't stop.
You see, when you are thankful, like Zelda, you're content.
So if you count your blessings, too, your time's not better spent.

Yes, Zelda lives her faith, it’s true, is grateful every day.
She shows her love and gratitude in lots of different ways.
Just think about it, ponder it, her name is perfect for her,
A thankful girl who loves her Lord, her name is made to order.










Monday, September 10, 2018

It's All About the Shoes

Yesterday I was actually looking forward to wearing the shoes I bought in May, a simple black cloth flat I had finally found that fit, or so I thought.
I had tried on over twenty pair of shoes to find them.  I'd worn them around the house so I was sure they were winners, but yesterday it was a different story.  I wore them while I got ready and suddenly it became clear that they weren't going to work.
I never thought there'd come a day when I would have to wear tennis shoes to Church! I was mortified, simply mortified!! So when I got home I set about the task of finding a receipt from May.  Impossible?  I was sure of it. From May, come on.  But I don't believe it, I went to the closet, picked up a Kohls bag & inside it was the receipt. I couldn't believe it!  So I took them back & tried to look for a replacement but lost interest.  This is ridiculous, shoes!!

FOR THE LOVE OF SHOES
by Patty Lynn

We women, we’re predictable, we all have this affliction.
Our love of shoes can't be denied, some say it's an addiction.
It starts when we are very young, perhaps with Mary Janes.
No matter it's the shoe that's IN, and boys, they just complain…

Because they think it's silly, the fuss we make about them.
They just don’t understand it all, how we can't live without them
But secretly they have their own obsession with athletics
The ones their favorite stars endorse, we girls think it's pathetic.

Regardless, girls or boys love shoes, though girls get more publicity.
The love of shoes can sometimes get to be an eccentricity.
And I confess that I grew up possessing such a bent
I had a strong desire for shoes and added this lament:

The shoes must be the current style, no matter how they hurt
And more than that must match the purse, was something I'd assert.
I grew up when those pointed toes were what the IN girls wore.
Those casual or dressed up shoes were something of a horror.

But that was just the way it was and so you followed suit.
What was the end result, you ask, what came of this pursuit?
Well, now I'm in my seventies with feet that don't conform,
I still love shoes but these old feet are hardly uniform…

Or even the same size, that's right, so really, I need two.
The left foot is a six point five but for the right won't do.
A whole size larger I should get, but that can be expensive;
Explaining how this came about's a story quite intensive.

How many clerks who ask if they can be of some assistance,
Are comfortable with what has been the bain of your existence?
And yet they try to help you out when really what they want
Is to be anywhere you aren't and not your confidant.

So there it is my tale of woe, with feet so hard to fit,
Just trying to find shoes that work, that is the gist of it.
A simple pair of black cloth shoes that I can wear to church
And I can say, “I've found the ones and I can stop the search!”






Saturday, September 8, 2018

INSPIRED BY A PROJECT

This summer rather than the regular once a week Jesus Time with my grandchildren, I came up with the idea of a summer project.  The one boy was pretty good at taking pictures so I had him take pictures of God's creation, you know trees, flowers, animals, etc. Once he had done that, I took his pictures a put them in a hard copy book and self published it.  He did the photos and the captions and we called it, GOD'S WONDERFUL CREATIONS. It turned out beautifully.
Then my other grandchild's project was creating a video (we're calling it a short film) entitled, THIS IS ME. In the movie we see him as a child of God, his life and interests, his house inside & out, interviews of his Grandma, his Pops and his brother, and commentary through out. He's almost finished editing & come his birthday (he's turning 12 at the end of September)we're going to have a private showing for friends & family.  It's going to be great!
So that was my inspiration for tonight's poem.

GOD IS IN EVERYTHING
By Patty Lynn

We hustle and we bustle and hurriedly we run
Doing what is so important before each day is done.
But in our rush to do it all, we miss what God has made,
The wonders that surround us all, His handiwork displayed.

Just stop and look, you'll see it all, the beauty that surrounds us.
God's hand has made it all, my friend, His power, it astounds us!
For which of us could match such power, how could we replicate…
The smallest of His creature’s far beyond what we’d create.

And yet though we're surrounded by the workings of His hand
We're often so preoccupied these eyes of ours just scan…
What I would call, periphery, we hardly even see...
The depth and breath of what is there, though not deliberately.

We miss so much, the grandeur, the enormity of this,
The clear, unbounded, magnitude we somehow just dismiss,
And yet our God’s creation is there for all to see.
One wonders if He often says, “What fools these mortals be!”

Yes, we are fools if we don't see this world that God's created,
Because much more than these, my friend, what can't be overstated,
Is how His love surpasses all, for us it's unconditional.
No matter what, God will forgive, that’s fact, no, it's not fictional!

So never let your life become devoid of observation,
So busy that your miss God's hand in every situation.
For He is there in sights and sounds, His love's there for the taking.
Just breathe, slow down, and you will find, all things are of His making.