Worthy Shepherd Dumb Sheep

Day after day you fall flat on you face,

Approaching Gods throne of love, mercy , and grace,

praying and crying for your small flock,

And thinking God for making you strong no matter how much the world and family

mock,

Studying and preaching service after service,

Giving more and taking less for a flock who dose not deserve it,

Crying in the day and weeping at night,

Praying Lord help me with all the wolves I fight,

You are a Shepherd many try to be,

But why does God know this and these dumb sheep can not see,

I confess I am one of these,

My Shepherd cries and prays for me,

He lifts me up when I am down,

He left the flock and me he found,

Praying day in and praying day out,

Thank you Shepherd for teaching me what God is all about.

This poem is something I found in the closet I hope you are not one of those dumb sheep who does not appreciate your Shepherd.

Perfect!

How can one person just be so perfect! It amazes me at how wonderful being a mom can be.

Every day there is something new to discover or experience. Even though I have already went threw the baby stage once with Kaite it is so different with Michael.

I find myself asking Michael Sr. " Did Katie do that at this age?" and silly little things like that.

Kaite is great and a big help especially when it comes to throwing away the diapers and grabbing a blanket or snuggling Michael up. She loves to help and give lots of kisses!

Michael eats it up. He loves to be kissed and loved on by his big sister. I find myself wanting them to grow up so I can watch them play together.

My brother Titus and I are five years apart and I remember what a great time we had playing all kinds of things together. Cowboys and Indians, cars and trucks, and I even got him to play barbies with me.

Having siblings is a great thing.

But to get back to my fist statement "How can one person just be so perfect" well I think I found him.

A baby is perfect in so many ways. I am happy that God sent me my perfect little boy!

The unheard Voice!

Keep me,

Love me,

Hold me,

Why do I have to beg for my life?

Why do I get discarded like unwanted trash?

I am a life and I am a choice,

I have a heart and I have a soul,

I am beautiful and Innocent,

I am a baby.

It is a miracle to have a baby, and not every one can conceive.

So many people take that for granted and live their lives recklessly,

A small voice whispers inside begging for life and love,

Instead of listing to them we just kill them,

Yes I said Kill and I know that's a very hard word,

Its even harder when you look into the face of your own child that smiles at you when they hear your voice,

It amazes me that we can kill an innocent life that has done not one thing wrong but can keep millions of people that have killed, molested, raped, robbed, stole, and many other things.

We will allow a person to live when they have killed a child but we wont allow a child to live because it is alive,

Kill the Innocent and keep the guilty what a disgusting choice,