TOO OLD FOR COLD...

I have to chuckle to myself when I think
back on this year..  It is year I thought would
never come, but did..
I used to say when working at my last job as an LPN
for an Internist, that I was getting too old to
shuffle through the daily grind and all the expected
as well as unexpected useless ongoing saga of this and that.
Yes, it is and was the year of my retirement..
Such a time that I dreamed about but never really
thought would actually happen.
Now here it is the very last day of the year 2013
and New Years is but a breath away..
Tonight my sweet hubby I affectionately call LAR-BEAR
and I were going to rock in the New Year in our 5th Wheel
in the driveway ..
Being old and  yes, we are OLD...  We forgot to check the
propane tanks that heat the damn thing in this below freezing weather ..
Well guess what?  The tanks are empty and there will be
no sleeping or "Christening" of  the 5th wheel, if you get my drift ..
Like I told my kids.." I'M TOO OLD  FOR COLD"..
But I'm still retired...YES!!
Happy New Year !!!

ALONE NO MORE...

Early morning darkness, the rain clouds loom..

Alone, I am nestled warmly in my blanket cocoon..

Drifting in the solace of quiet stillness, I am alone...

Silence gives way to tender thoughts of lessons sown..

Tender thoughts of blessings, heartbreak, rebirth..

A life spent weaving through ashes and tossing surf..

Now I stand on ground, he's lifted me. 

Out of darkness and pain , it is now I see..

He is my rock set firmly on earths shifting sand..

No greater love has shown by this God in man..

His sacrifice, He bled, He died for me..

Reborn through repentance, I'm eternally free..

In this stillness, I thank Him for His loving grace..

Alone no more, for His glory fills this place..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/31/13

RECIPES SHARED....

The greatest gift for me is something quite simple .
It is when I am asked by one of my children for a recipe..
It is and was, something I made in their childhood that makes them
think of home, happiness and a pleasant lost memory reclaimed..
It is reminiscent of times spent together, recalling our simple home.
A home where the fire still burns and flickers brightly in their hearts..
Nothing more precious than something we enjoyed (or ate) together,
with each other, as a family.
Oh, don't get me wrong.. I'm not a great cook, no not at all.
 I'm just Mom.  I cooked and baked, but whatever I made, there was always
ONE ingredient that was always placed in with care...  LOVE.
Without that one ingredient sprinkled, folded or stirred in, nothing ever tasted
good enough to be recalled from their childhoods..
So when I get a call from one of my kids asking for a certain recipe..
I am filled with utter joy and pride because I know that certain ONE ingredient
brought forth childhood memory of a wonderful time. A time when we all sat around the dinner table together as family, enjoying something Mom made..
Always and forever made with LOVE.

Patsy McNutt Morgan
12/30/13

TEARS...

Tears come easily, unexpectedly, 

 compassionately , regrettably ..

Tears come quickly, out of sickness,

out of love lost , tears of pain...

Tears shed when darkness envelopes

the loneliness  of a soul in desperation ..

Yet tears come when the heart is touched..

Touched with joy, elation, of unexpected pleasure..

Tears of happiness when overwhelmed by the

beauty of a sunrise, a blossoming new day..

Emotions bring tears deep within a promise...

Of a dream come true, the tears of reality..

Yes, tears come easily, unexpectedly,

compassionately, regrettably...

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/27/13

MY CHRISTMAS LIST...

To love and be loved unconditionally ..

To give and be respected purposefully..

Friends who will never leave my side..

With love ,kindness, truth and pride..

Wounds that heal through a simple hug

Removes all remorse, gives my heart a tug..

Forgiveness without a doubt, shame or sorrow..

Keep  tears away until a forever tomorrow.. 

Keep away illness of any kind..

Health remains  until the  end of time..

The indigent become rich with all needs met..

The wealthy share their wealth without regret..

No more sadness or tortured souls..

No untimely death that always takes a toll..

Smiles shared on every face I see..

Would make my day unforgettably complete...

Someday these wishes will all come true..

When Jesus calls me home, I wonder how soon?

Until then, let's try our best..

To live in harmony, forever blest..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

Written12/20/12

Revised 12/25/13

THINKING OF MOM THIS CHRISTMAS...

Thinking of Mom this Christmas season..

Her twinkling eyes, her smile that glistened..

She worked her fingers to the bone.. 

Worked real hard, much of our clothes she sowed..

She was in the kitchen from dawn to dusk..

Making goodies for the Christmas rush ..

Nothing seemed to get her down..

Courage, strength is what she found..

My gratitude and love I'm sending you Mom

 I know now where my strength is from..

You hands were worn from hard work and toil..

Sewing, baking, working Gods soil..

My heart aches, I did not give you enough..

To tell you how much I loved you, appreciated

What I thought was stuff...

How precious the gifts you made by hand...
All the hours it took, all the hours to plan..

So this Christmas Season I just want to say..

Mother, I hope you hear me as I pray..

Forgive me Lord for not appreciating my mother as I should..

Give her my love and tell her I'm sorry if you could..

I Love You Mother...

Merry Christmas ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/15/13

CHRISTMAS THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD...

Magical , wondrous,  in all she could see..
The lights as they twinkled on
Her first Christmas tree..

She giggled and stared with delight as it glistened..
She giggled and clapped, as we stood there and listened..

She marveled with squeals at the sight that she saw ..
The Christmas Tree was huge, in fact, it was quite tall ..

She walked to the table where the Navity was displayed..
She smiled at Baby Jesus
in the manger where he laid..

 Grampa held her close in his  arms as he  showed her each sight..
Of the candles, the ornaments, the gifts, oh so bright!

Her eyes were so  big as
They darted around...
At the sparkle, the glitter,
the musical  sounds..

There is nothing as magical and wondrous to see ..
Than the delight of this child on  her first Christmas Eve ..

Aren't we all like her, aren't we just small..
Aren't we just wee things, when it is time to " deck the halls"..

So go ahead .. I dare you , act like  you are small ..
Bring back that child within you,
Just have a ball..

" Christmas is for children'" ..
We have all heard it said..
That excitement we feel on Christmas Eve..
Before we went to bed..

Oh night of wonder, we watch and we pray..
If just one night we could be children
as well as  Christmas Day ..

Merry Christmas !!
With Love..
(published by nethugs.com)