This is an update long over-do. My Delicate Composite and African Turquoise Flower Dangle Necklace...
Two rings, one being this Sterling Silver Mediterranean Blue Stacking Set, (that's made in your size)...
In other news, I finished a crochet project that I'm not sure what it is, or what it wants to be....YET!
In still other news, I increased the amount of time I spend in my ministry this month. That's a part of my life I don't talk an awful lot about on this blog. But this month was a special month of activity for Jehovah's Witnesses around the world. You may have already had some of my friends at your homes, with invitations to the upcoming Memorial of Christ's death. I won't get into it too much here, but if you're interested in more information, or have questions for me, just email me. I'll be happy to answer anything you want. :-)
In other....other news, {Ha! Ha! Okay, so I haven't got this update thing down yet!!! Stop laughing!!! ^_^} my father and brother-in-law appear to be coming along okay after their doctor's visits and surgeries. I say 'APPEAR' to be, because they're both of the male gender, and not too talkative. It's a generalization, I know, but men don't seem to want to talk about their ailments in the same way women do. Of course, there are exceptions I'm sure. My hubby being one of them! I have to
Except for times like yesterday! I REALLY listened to how he was feeling then...when he came back from his bus trip!!
Okay, that's almost all I have to say....except that I also wrote a new poem yesterday. Not a fun and upbeat poem like my usual fare though. I watched Oprah yesterday. She was updating a story about a little boy that had been chained up in a closet when he was 6 years old. He was now in his 20s. The story of really what happened to him was so sad, and made me think about all of the children in the world that have had to deal with abuse at the hands of someone that was suppose to love them.
I couldn't help but write this poem. I hope it leaves you thoughtful and not sad...Have a good weekend everybody.
Abuse
When I'm all alone and thoughtful,
unaware of space and time,
there is a place I mentally go.
A place set deep in sorrowful rhyme.
I remember thoughtless people,
ones suppose to protect me;
Those who really 'dropped the ball',
and caused a hole where love should be.
No one should ever abuse a child;
or them man-handle or mistreat.
It's tough enough to be a kid,
with less experience, already beat.
Adults with selfishness of mind
don't appreciate the power they hold,
to change a little life,
or make a little ones blood run cold.
Also when I'm alone and thoughtful,
I remember the kindness I faced,
from friends and random neighbors,
upon whom I leaned and braced.
I remember thoughtful people,
ones who surrounded and cared for me.
Those who really 'caught the ball',
and put a patch, and love set free.
No child should ever be abused,
or treated as if dispensible.
No, you don't have to be related
to know that love is inflatable.
Adults with selflessness of mind,
who know what's right, are brave and bold,
can change a little life.
Sometimes their smiles are like fine gold.
So, when you're alone and thoughful,
give the kids you know a thought.
Be the one who is their hero,
not the one who really ought.
{Header photo from AlishbasArtGallery Blogspot}
