Aaaaahhhh…..I LOVE summer!
I should’ve named one of my daughters after summer.
I actually like the heat.
It’s…home to me.
Coming from Arizona, the heat holds memories of long afternoons of swimming while taking breaks to eat LOTS of chips and salsa and popsickles, sleeping in till 10 or sometimes noon, (aaaahhh, the life, seriously) laying around watching movies, and skin so dark from the sun, you look like a Jamaican aaaand, let’s not forget the obvious….
NO SCHOOL
Well, excuse me, I did NOT intend to go on that rant….but it’s the middle of July and…
I just LOVE
S U M M E R
Anyways, hmmm….what was I actually gonna write about?
Well, maybe this would be a good time to share a poem I wrote that actually got published!
Not many people know this and I don’t advertise it…at all actually…because I guess I feel extremely unworthy to hold the title of “published author”.
Why?
Well, I guess I feel like I barely did anything to deserve it and that somehow I snuck in a book without people knowing it, and added a few things here and there and got the title of published author.
That isn’t what happened but it feels that way.
It was SO easy to become a published author that I feel I don’t deserve that title.
Well, ok, let me give you the short story version of what happened…
My very talented friend had posted on Facebook that she was part of a writers group and was inviting anyone that was interested.
Well, that sparked my interest and I started attending the writers group once a week. I LOVED it and before I knew it, one of the members said we had an opportunity to get some of our writings published in a book and all we needed to do was deposit a $100.00 towards the book.
I sent in a few pieces as did everyone else and voila, the book was published and I could officially say I was a published author!
Not a very exciting story, I know
Well, another opportunity rolled around again to publish some more writings in a book from this writers group.
At that time, I was pregnant and very sick. I had nothing to submit.
So, laying on the couch one Saturday night, I just decided to not think too much about it and start writing. (hmmmm, I think I should do that more often)
I got out a pen and paper and out came a poem. I wrote it in 15 minutes.
It got published and my talented friend liked it so much she invited me to share it at a writers convention. (don’t get too awestruck by that, it was very small and not a lot of people, but still)
So….I thought I would share it with you.
Hold on…let me go find the book….
Wow! I really had to look…but I found some other things that also got published that I really don’t remember writing…Maybe I’ll share those sometime too…
Ok, here goes….
The Forgotten Book
There once was a dad
who raised three kids
He loved them so much
Their names were Zach, Zain, and Zid
One of a kind, this dad was
He raised the bar above
He was caring as a mother hen
Gentle as a dove
He had to go far away
As the news would soon buzz
His children whined, and cried, and begged him to stay
“This must be” he said, and so it was
“I will not leave you helpless”
To his children he said “but you must look
For I have all the answers you will ever need
Inside my big leather book”
He warned his three young ones
To not forget about the book
“You will encounter many questions” he said
“And as you do, to my book, you must look”
Days turned into weeks
Weeks turned into months
The kids were doing well
And the seemed to have no wants
Until that day
That awful dreadful day
When everything seemed to go wrong
AND Zach, Zain, and Did would soon lose their way
Zach’s heart was broken
As it seemed all his friends turned their back on him
Alone and in despair
He forgot to look to the book and his light would soon grow dim
Zain ran out of money
And would soon be on the streets
Desperate and worried
He forgot to look to the book, as the disease would cut his life short, like a knife
The dad would soon return home
And disappointed he was to find his kids in such a state
Depressed, poor, and sick they were
To find out why, he could not wait
“This is all your fault!”
They blamed their loving dad
“You left us alone, poor, and sick!”
They were mad, treated their dad bad, and made him extremely sad
“I did not leave you helpless” he explained to them
“It is ME, you forsook
As you would have everything you would ever need
But you forgot to look in my book!”
We as believers in Jesus Christ have also been given a book
But many insults at our Heavenly Father are hurled
Our book says in the world we will have trouble
But be of good cheer, Jesus has overcome the world!
So lets strap on our weapons
And on every lie, lets declare war
Because we were left a Living Book
That explains EVERY curse Jesus bore
We are not weak, powerless, and helpless
As the enemy would have us think
We have been given love, power, and a sound mind
and are VICTORS in the rink
EVERYTHING has already been done for us
EVERY curse has been diminished
Over 2,000 years ago on the cross
As Jesus declared, “It is FINISHED”
As I rewrote that, Its hard to believe I wrote that in 15 minutes! It was definite a God moment.
Well, So happy it’s summer. Hope you are enjoying it as much as me.
Thanks for reading another blog.
What’s your favorite thing about summer???
Summertime Blessings,
CharMomma
Love this!!
Love this!!