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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.

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.


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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


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

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Take time to find beauty


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David’s Journey with an Acoustic Neuroma Brain Tumor


David’s treatment, surgery, & recovery with an acoustic neuroma brain tumor.