Poetry of sorts....

Some of you may know, not all may remember--that I like to write. I think if speaking were writing--the regular, normal, everyday, every second type of communication--I would feel much more free to be than I do. It's just a more expressive way for me. The walls can come down a bit for others to peek in. I usually enjoy writing stories...but sometimes a poem or two will become my muse. Poetry to me is like abstract art. As the "artist" of the poem, what one writes is very personal and has a specific message, but as others see the "art," it can become different things for different people.

I wrote a poem many years ago that for some reason, has been coming back to mind a lot lately. I hope to seek God's heart earnestly enough to find out why, but I thought I'd leave it on "display" for your own interpretation:

I vow to Thee
patient I will be,
not contesting Thy time for me.
waiting still,
my hand you fill,
with Thine unto eternity.

Shalom.

ZAPITO, my Bandito

Well, a couple of weeks ago, it finally happened. It was a stormy night. No one was sleeping very well--lots of lightening and rain. And then Zap--all the power went out--including the power on our ill computer who won't turn on once turned off. And this time, no amount of prayer was helping it-we put it to rest. Except my hubby has not been able to transfer any files because he has been gone almost 1/2 the month traveling for various work obligations. Thus, I haven't been able to recover "my favorites" that stores all my favorite blogs. I feel out of the loop! Our newest family member--the computer--to which I unfortunately spend more time with than my kiddos some days, came just a few days ago. He's new and still kind of "naked", but we're learning to work together.

Meanwhile, the rest of us have spent our non-computer time reading what I think is the funniest, crack-me-up, wittest type of books: Skippyjon Jones!!! Amigos, you got to readito because if you don'tito, you won't know what you are missing outito--just read Skippito! That is, if you have kids who can laugh with you and you have a really groovy Spanish accent--you'll need it or you'll just sound like a white gringo trying to sound like you want a Spanish accent.

As soon as I have the ability to get some pictures up--you'll be hearing about(and seeing): my daughter and her play and Max's soccer game. My son and his Peter Pan fighting adventures. My other son and his general goofiness and his many animals.

So....stayed tuned!