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A single mother doing her best

Children crying upon her chest

She just wants a chance to get it right

But the man in her life is plain out of sight

 

This isn’t the way it’s intended to be

You’re supposed to be bouncing on daddy’s knee

 

Emotional loneliness starts to set in

How in the world will it ever end?

She busies herself for hours and hours

Trying to forget all of her hearts desires

 

The white picket fence

The dog in the yard

Dad coming home from a long day of work

To give mommy a kiss while the kids all smirk

 

I’m here today to give you hope

I certainly know this is not a joke

A single mom of eighteen years

I cried loudly into Gods ears

 

He knows your heart;He sees your pain

If you’ll let him in you’ll fully gain

Your purpose; His plan

Someone who truly understands

 

Forget the one who broke your heart

And let Jesus give you that fresh start

 

Written by Theresa Fell

 

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Broken

Desperate in this lonely pain

There is nothing to keep me from going insane

Except for the heart of my loving God

I know it seems a bit too odd

For me to speak of an unseen man

Someone here to hold my hand

Would be something one could understand

Here is my dilemma can’t you see

That a human man will only be

A temporary fix for my brokenness

To fill a void of emptiness

But Jesus came to heal my pain

Without him I would not gain

The strength, the love, the fullness of life

So that one day I can be a good wife

To a broken man that would understand

All those things of the unseen man

Together we would clearly see

What we were truly meant to be

Two broken people who had to fight

To realize that we are nothing without Christ

Written by: Theresa Fell

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Bitten

So I’m reading my Bible this morning thinking of my most recent struggle and how miserably I failed the test that was put before me.  Although I choose not to let sin stay, the fact remains that I was bit and bit pretty hard.  I had a dream a couple of months ago that this was going to happen and even with the warning dream, I choose to disobey God and chased something that my own flesh was crying for.  My relationship with God (my one true love) was severed as soon as I carried out what was pleasing to myself.  I was completely alone for 2 days and knew that I couldn’t stay where I made a choice to be.  I needed God and was discontent and disconnected without him.   I felt like I was in the garden with Adam and Eve the day they decided to allow sin into their own lives and went to hide from the one who gave them everything.  I did the same…even with the thought in mind that Christ would forgive me, I knew not to ask as I had to check the intent of my heart.  My intentions were to please myself and once I partook I enjoyed it.  I had to stop and ask myself what was more important.  Here I was all alone, pleased to a point, but alone.  Without Christ I am nothing and for a moment that’s what I felt like…NOTHING!  I was empty and ashamed and way too embarrassed to go before my God to ask for forgiveness knowing that my heart had desired something that was not good for me.  I have made many apologies and still have more to make however, I have to remember that God is not of condemnation or of guilt.  Once I corrected my heart desires, I was able to freely ask for the forgiveness that God was so willing to give.  It was liberating to say the least and though I still struggle with what I want and what I know God wants, I march forward into victory thanking and praising God for his mercy, grace and forgiveness!  Philippians 3:12-14  I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me.  No dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing.  Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead.  I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.  

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Kelly is one of my best friends. She is very supportive and always seems to bring out the positive aspects of life. She keeps herself and her children neatly dressed and well groomed. Kelly has one downfall though: her messy house. Kelly recently moved into a new home. I hadn’t seen her for awhile, so I decided to visit her. Upon entering the front door to Kelly’s home, I was shocked. I stopped in front of the doorway in utter disbelief at the disgusting filth heaped all around me. Right in front of me stood a two tiered glass coffee table which was probably about five feet long and three feet wide. The glass table top resembled a maze riddled with rubbish. There were numerous cups, some half full as condensation trickled downward. Others were tipped over and drops of unidentifiable liquids had now formed little pools of sticky messes on the glass table top. The previous night’s dinner dishes still remained and I could just see the spaghetti clinging to the sides of the bowls as abandoned meatballs shriveled up like dry prunes. The bottom layer of glass was even worse than the top. There were two small pink piles of A.B.C. gum and stained paper plates that had become attached to the filthy residue. I thought about offering to help Kelly clean up; however, the thought quickly vanished when I looked to my left.

On the left side of the room sat an ugly couch made with a tacky orange and brown plaid material. The right cushion had a large dark brown stain; consequently, one of the kids (so I assumed) had spilled a glass of what looked to be chocolate milk. A heap of laundry, complete with soiled socks, T-shirts, and underwear, had been tossed carelessly on the center cushion. There was a rather large jagged tear on the left cushion, and pieces of the stuffing were scattered across the couch and on the floor around it. As I stood there taking it all in, I almost burst into hysterical laughter, but that was before I saw the mirror above the couch. The immense mirror, once probably had a shiny surface, but now it looked like a child’s art canvas. It reflected smudges of tiny handprints and doodling done in crimson crayon. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to look any further, but the shelf caught my eye.

Next to the mirror was a shelf holding fragile worthless collector’s plates coated in a thick billow of dust. Of the three plates, the center one looked the worst. I’m sure the group of parallel scratches were caused by using it as a serving plate. The plate on the left had been glued together, but apparently Kelly had not been able to find the pie shaped wedge missing from the center. The plate on the right was a Christmas scene with Santa in his sleigh holding up a bottle of Coke. Of course, the entire shelf appeared cluttered with useless items. My curiosity finally propelled me to move from the front door, and I walked over for a closer examination. I smiled when I saw the mirrored sunglasses with black wire frames which I bought for Kelly five years ago. The shelf also contained a couple of Silver Hawks ticket stubs bent and yellowed, a pair of earrings (one without a back) and a golf ball. Kelly had recently purchased her cat “Marbles” a new collar; therefore, the old one, blue with rhinestones, hung over the edge of the shelf while the upper half rested on top of the golf ball. A few of the rhinestones were missing and a portion of the blue had faded and cracked. I knew the collar would never be used for anything else unless one of the kids perhaps put in on a doll’s neck.

Below the shelf sat an old plastic bushel basket. One handle was completely broke off while a mass quantity of duct tape held the other handle together. The toy bushel was filled with half clothed Barbie dolls, Monster trucks, Matchbox cars, and numerous action figures. To top it off, there was a wool winter cap and one rubber boot adding even more variety. I noticed that many more toys were strewed across the room; indeed, these must have been the children’s most popular toys. A variety of metamorhasizing power ninja people complete with a small arsenal of miniature guns and swords covered the floor. Among the toys lay tiny pieces of wadded paper. I pulled my eyes away from the display on the floor, and tried to observe the rest of the room.

Across the room, on the right, a colored television and V.C.R. were simply placed on a rickety table. The screen of the television was coated with sticky fingerprints. Kelly perhaps thought it was a fine place to keep every T.V. related item underneath the table. A Nintendo unit was covered by its own tangled web of control wires and a few games lay both in and out of the square plastic cases. next to the Nintendo, there were approximately twenty-five V.C.R. movies. They were stacked in two neat columns. These may have been the one investment Kelly actually took care of. I knew that she might never organize the rest of the house, but at least this one little area was preserved.

Although the house was a total disaster, Kelly managed to get the clothes and dishes washed during my visit. I took her new Hoover vacuum from the closet and started to help her clean. I picked up the toys, filling the bushel to capacity. Kelly is a very important person in my life, and I have accepted her for who she is. I grabbed the dust covered mirrored sunglasses and began cleaning them with a rag. As the shine returned, so did the special feeling that I have for Kelly.

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