Kim Crawford Meeks
the broken latch
The latch on the gate to my fence pulled through to the wrong side. The gate would not open. The gate is not missing. I know where it is, but it has changed. It is now a wall and blocking my path. I went to walk through the gate just as I have a million […]
Where Butterflies Have Been
Where butterflies have been a whisper is spoken ever so softly Fluttering delicately I hear the gentle wings pounding my name Sympathetically hugging my heart in my soul Leading me boldly like a moth to the flame Ever so strongly guiding and smiling, crying and floating Quite overwhelming, confusing but amusing in life’s game Throbbing […]
for now
I praise God for my life story. The heartaches and horrors, miracles and magic are all part of who I am. I am thankful for each and every detail of my life. I was born without breath for 11 minutes, and I will die when that breath runs out. But for now, I serve, I […]
Silent Night
Silence is such an uncomfortable thing for most of us. With t.v., internet, phones, etc., silence is becoming a strange and unusual thing. We need the silence just as much as we need the laughter, the tears, the screams, and the reason. God created the Heavens, the Earth, light, water, animals, people…and silence. God is […]
a few small words
Originally posted on Unveiled & Untangled:
Whoever said “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” was wrong. Words cut deeper than a knife, bruise more than stones, and hurt worse than a kick in the behind. A few small words can be perceived in a way that may seem…
Stay Hidden?
On my “break” from work and homework today, I trimmed the rose bushes. Correction, I didn’t trim them..I reestablished who is boss in this relationship. Oh, they didn’t give in without a fight. They stuck out their thorns with might and determination and dug their claws in for fear of their lives. Their beauty is […]
Stand
I think we are much like our friends the horses. We are wild, yet graceful. We are powerful, yet easily spooked. We do not want to be tamed and fight against it to our own distress. Just as the cowboy tames the wild beast, God continues to tame us. They call it breaking the horse. […]