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Growing Wings

Growing Wings offers a creative and gentle experience of a child’s journey through loss and gain in life. Losing a pet, family member, or friend is a traumatic experience for anyone and especially for a child. There are no perfect words to describe the feelings attached to loss and certainly no concrete rules of how to help a child cope with losing someone or something they love.   As a Hospital Chaplain, Kim Crawford witnessed many situations in a level one trauma hospital, where adults told children how to feel in difficult circumstances. Sometimes children were told not to cry, not to express, and to sit still and be quiet. She encourages adults to invite children to talk about how they feel, share their memories of the loved one, and normalize the child’s emotions.

Kim Crawford’s, Growing Wings, beautifully, yet simply, expresses through words and illustrations the excitement a child feels when making a new friend, and the pain and disappointment when this loved one leaves for any reason.

Available on Amazon, or from the author: Kim Crawford: psalm40.123@gmail.com.

https://www.amazon.com/Growing-Wings-Kim-Crawford/dp/1974087220/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1502829138&sr=8-2&keywords=growing+wings

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Alone in a Crowd at the Beach

Listening to the waves breaking just a few feet from my toes

Feeling the sunshine warming my skin and hugging my soul

Seeing the dolphins innocently jump and play without knowledge of my existence this day

Feeling the hairs stand up on my skin as a I hear a child scream in utter pain

Watching the child comforted by parents as the jellyfish creature is explained

Realizing jellyfish stings surprising playful babes is today’s theme

Sympathizing with the jellyfish who has no ill will or divisive schemes

Wishing the sweet children and the sea animal could be friends

Knowing this kinship will not occur soon, as it takes time to mend

Wondering when it will be an appropriate time to eat my bologna sandwich with mustard

Craving a watermelon, banana, strawberry, ice custard

Sinking the legs of my chair deeper into the sand to steady my position

Contemplating how much people would pay if the beach charged admission

Swaying to the various tunes playing from those who surround me

Blinking back tears when a lyric reminds me of those I no longer see

Tasting sand crunch in my teeth from the spattering of nearby feet running

Braving to leave the umbrella for a moment to try sunning

Smelling coconut in the spray as I protect my skin from the  brilliant rays

Savoring the peace and tranquility that comes with this day

Grinning at the young men having handstand competitions

Scoring them each a 10 for effort and ambition

Laughing out loud as a pirate and shark stroll across the edge of the ocean

Experiencing the surprise as the spectators roar in commotion

Trembling with fear as I see a baby running toward the waters so deep 

Running to catch him and see his mother grab him and weep

Warming my heart is the young couple in love and on their own little isle

Reaching out to hold my husband’s hand knowing a love that lasts mile after mile

Wiggling my toes which are now buried in the cool sand

Adding a note to have more of these beautiful days planned

Observing a seagull with a wing hanging lower than others

Hoping he can fly with his feathered sisters and brothers

Joining the fun as I run in the ocean so green, cool, and blue

Picking myself up as a wave overcomes me, and I never had a clue

Trying again to brave the ebb and flow of the waters so strong

Surging with energy as I  jump and leap, and my heart sings a song

Resting once more on the beach under the shade so very nice

Sipping some lemonade and crunching some ice

Witnessing a family laughing and riding in waves crashing

Noticing a gentleman watching them from the shore without passion

Standing so still and carefully not moving, this man without mission

Panicking I realize I turned my head and don’t see him within my vision

Turning to look I see he is looking for his chair and umbrella

Returning to his spot on the shore and standing so mellow

Purposefully he stands adjusting the string on his pants

Fidgeting with his shirt, yet never moves again or changes his stance

Imagining what his life was like in years past and long gone

Guiding him gently, a young boy holds his hand and guides him toward home

Kim Crawford-Meeks 09/10/2020 copyright

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Mother’s Day 2020

 

Happy Mother’s Day Glenda Rae Garrett Padgett!

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Breathe Grace

Breathe Grace.

Scientists at University of Virginia and Harvard conducted a research on stillness, meditation, and prayer perceived by many as doing nothing, a waste of time. They asked their students to sit alone in a room for 15 minutes. No phone, no gadgets, no tv, no books, no companion. They were shown a button that, if pressed, would deliver a static shock to their ankle. When left alone with nothing else to do, 67 % of men chose to shock themselves, and 25 % of the women did the same. One person pressed the button 190 times! The author summarized their findings, “Most people seem to prefer to be doing something rather than nothing, even if that something is negative.” (July 2014 Issue of Science)

Take time to be.
Be aware of love.
Be aware of self.
Be aware of breath.
To breathe.
Breathe grace.
We feel yesterday but can’t change it.
We dream of tomorrow but can’t touch it yet.
We are right here. Right now.
There are 86,400 seconds in a day.
86,400 opportunities to receive grace.
86,400 opportunities to give grace.
Inhale grace. Exhale grace.
Breathe grace.
Be.

Kim Crawford Meeks 04/21/2020

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God Shines

It is in the shimmer of the morning dew.

God shines.

It is in the calm of the roaring of the waves.

God stands.

It is in the flight of the butterfly.

God is present.

It is in the sunshine the day after a devastating twister.

God remains.

It is in the rocky, crooked path I try to travel.

God leads.

He gives drink to the blades of grass and flower blossoms.

He composes symphonies of ocean waves and tells them when to rise and when to fall.

He miraculously weaves cocoons around chubby caterpillars and with His paint brush adds wings to make it flit and fly through blossoms of Spring.

He blows away the twister and tells the warming sun to shine once more.

He plucks the rocks from my path, carries me over the trenches, places His cloak over the puddles, and makes my crooked path straight.

He is God.

When I realize my limitations (yet again), God shows up and is limitless.

Kim Crawford-Meeks 05/08/2010; revised 04/20/2020

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Tornado No. 5 on You Tube

The link above is the video version of my story of Tornado No. 5.

Blessings,

Kim Crawford-Meeks

4.4.2020

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A Real Woman

I’m a real woman you see

Petite. Sweet. Concrete.

I’m not 6′ 3′ and 105 pounds

My legs aren’t longer than the lineage of the Crown

I’m just 5′ 2, and my eyes aren’t blue

My eyes are green, and some days I don’t have a clue

Why I feel the way I do, or why I try to do too much

I stay so busy, and yet it’s my crutch

I lean on doing, going, and goals

I’m surprised to see I’m growing old

Deep down inside I’m still that little girl

Who wants to sparkle, shine, spin, and twirl

With dreams of Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet

So, please don’t view me as a woman to compete

With all the “perfect” women at the center of dreams

I don’t play games and devise crazy schemes

I give my heart, my time, and my care

When I love you, there is nothing I won’t share

I believe in others and want to cheer them on

If you know me long enough, I’ll probably write you a song

I cry during romantic movies, and Andy Griffith shows

Sometimes I cry hard, when nobody knows

I try to lift everyone up and see the best in them

I want others to see in their mirrors a gem

For I see inside you something created intently

And want to push you toward your awesome, but I do so gently

I love to cook a good meal and here you say “Yum!”

Even if it tastes so badly, that after you chew gum

Just like my sisters, I need to know your word is true

That you purposefully try not to make me blue

I need to know you mean what you say

And will be honest and real, even on a gray day

I have scars from childbirth, surgeries, and life

I am resilient and determined, and speak peace within strife

I don’t tolerate laziness, being crude, or demeaning

Pouting is something I ask you to do as you’re leaving

I have wrinkles, and aches, and sometimes I’m tired

But never, not a day, am I uninspired

I see life as a gift, and beauty in the details

I hear the ocean singing Heaven’s songs in seashells

I hurt when someone is cruel, thoughtless, and mean

Because I’m strong – don’t think I’m a machine

I’m flesh and blood with emotions God gave

But, I’ve grown and I’m courageous and brave

I don’t have thick hair, dark like the night

I think my hair is still blonde, but your guess is as good as mine

My nails are not long, because they just won’t grow

But I do choose joy that creates quite a glow

I see life illuminated with a hue of rainbows and sunshine

Puppy dogs, bunnies, babies, and precious times

There are times when I need to be held in arms I can trust

Sometimes I crave this so much, I think I may bust

I truly try to always get better, not bitter

I think everything in life should have more glitter

I believe my attitude determines my altitude

I desire romance not continual feud

I feel fat when I’m thin, and see my every flaw

But love more than anything, being Grandma

I sing when out of tune, and dance when no one is watching

I can clean a house faster than most, including the washing

I find meaning in holidays, anniversaries, and silly things

Like taking out the garbage, and don’t need expensive rings

To me the bling is created when you smile at me

Because you love the real me, and that’s who you see.

Kim Crawford-Meeks

02.09.2018, revised 04/01/2020

 

 

 

 

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Turtle Strength

I passed by a turtle in the road yesterday.

A truck was coming toward the turtle.

I tensed, hoping I wasn’t about to witness a smushing.

“Please, please don’t smush the turtle” I muttered.

I noticed the turtles’ head stretched out of his shell…stretched further than any little turtle head I have ever seen!

I watched the big red truck drive over the turtle, oh no!

Whew, no smushing!

While that massive truck drove over the little bitty turtle, he never winced.

He held his head out strong and tall through the whole horrifying ordeal.

Surely, if a little turtle can hold his head up high…I can.

David faced a giant.  Little boy who held his head up tall while that giant towered over him.

Daniel faced the lions.  Young Daniel against a lion. Have you seen a lion?

Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego faced fire.  Do I have to explain that one?

Noah faced a flood. They had never seen rain.

Abraham faced murdering his own son. In faith he called the place “The Lord will provide.”

Jonah faced the belly of a fish. We think mri tests are bad?

Moses faced a Red Sea. Oh, and an army of men who wanted him dead.

The blind, deaf, diseased, disabled went to Jesus in faith.

God is faithful.

Jesus healed and heals.

He parts seas.

He provides rams.

He commands fish to spit out men on dry land.

He builds boats.

He shields against flames.

He shuts the mouths of lions.

He provides good aim and strength for a little stone to knock down a big giant.

He allows drivers to be aware of turtles and prevents smushings.

And He gives turtles strength.

(Click the link to check our the interactive story on You Tube. Subscribe to our channel please: Happy Campers David & Kim Meeks.)

Kim Crawford-Meeks

Copyright 06/10/10, 03/16/20

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Lily Mae & Maggie

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Babies & puppies always bring hope. Watch video above!

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I Have a Trike

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yelling yellow

yelling yellow (For the video meditation)

Yellow curtains blow in a breeze in a sleepy yawn of good morning

Yellow butter flows on my hot pancakes made just for me by my Granny’s soft hands

Yellow bird sings a melody beckoning me to skip to the park

Yellow sunshine squeezes through the branches while swinging higher to touch the shine of the sun

Yellow bumble bee buzzes and hums as he laps up yummy yellow treats

Yellow lemon icee is sour, sweet, cold, and sticky

Yellow butterfly friend, delicate and small sits on a tiny yellow rosebud

Yellow caterpillar nibbles a yellow petal as he hopes to have wings, someday

Yellow sweater so soft, yet too warm and makes me scream, “Spring is here!”

Yellow shoelace trips my hurried steps to make it to my lesson on my yellow ukelele

Yellow dog sits at my feet begging for a morsel from my dinner plate

Yellow sheets are my cocoon of snuggle

Yellow moon whispers, “Sweet sleep.”

Yelling yellow in my dreams of you.

copyright Kim Crawford-Meeks sept 29, 2017, march 18, 2020