Limericks for my Mama on her birthday, 1/4/2021 There once was a mommy of one who wanted her child to have fun, so she taught her to rhyme-- the result was sublime except for the times it was dumb. She’d married a much older man. Having kids wasn’t part of the plan, but one night they felt frisky and did something risky and that was how Carol began. When Carol was in a recital (for dancing was something so vital) proud Mama would preen like a smiling machine and award her the superstar title. When Carol to college was headed no chauffeur was what Mama dreaded, so she bought a new car but she didn’t drive far. The instructor screamed, “Let’s just forget it! Now she looks down from Heaven at me and thinks, “How can it possibly be that my little girl child has grown up and grown wild and has gone on a limerick spree?” Now you see that I’m really no poet. I’m a fraud, and believe me I know it! But you gotta admit that at least I’m half-wit. (Oh please can it, just stop it, just sto
Have you ever had a time of severe trial of your faith that eventually passed, and you wondered afterward why it was so hard to trust God during that test? I have, and through one of them, in particular, I learned a lesson that I’ve remembered ever since—a lesson about hope and trust in God. A number of years ago, everyone in my immediate family was experiencing serious personal problems all at the same time, and I felt responsible for things beyond my control (which was almost everything). Eventually, as these situations worsened and I was constantly worrying—really obsessing over them—I fell into a state of anxiety and depression. I didn’t seek medical treatment or counseling because I felt so hopeless that I couldn’t imagine anything making it better. And besides, the problems everywhere I turned seemed so real and unfixable that my wounded mind told me my feelings were true. I tried to turn it all over to God, but then each time I’d immediately start worrying again. Fin