THE JOURNEY...

THE JOURNEY ...

This morning as I looked at
the sky from my window..
I see a flock of geese flying
south, in typical "V" shaped
formation..
Each one takes their turn, while
flying, being the tip of that formation.
The one who leads faces the
 tumultuous winds, inclement
weather, while all the rest
fly in its rendered path ..
After hours of flight, the
lead bird tires, the next strong
bird takes the lead, then the bird who
was the lead, takes its position
 at the end, where it can rest..
Our journey in this life should
immolate such strategy and fate..
Be the one who takes on the
winds of destruction and battle
through hardship, giving those
less able, rest, while yet still
flying, rest beneath your wings
of strength..
As Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote..
" Life is a journey, not a destination"..
Each part of our lives can bring
it's share of heartbreak and sorrow..
Where are we in this flight,
this journey, we call life?..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
12/14/15

I have learned that when God stirs my heart with life lessons..
He gives me a blank page to write ..

WITH SORROW BRINGS LOVE...

Both nestled tight beside me,
there is no room between..
Conscious of the loss they
feel, no way to get relieve.
They sense the darkness of the
room, they know she's gone for good..
So now they lay in disbelief
As close, as close they could..
Not always were they buddies,
in fact they barely tried..
They chided one another, until
one would give up and hide..
Now that she has left them,
now her presence gone..
It's their ever present sorrow
that now has sealed their bond..
I've wiped their tears of heartbreak,
They've comforted me as well...
My dogs, myself, our sorrow,
and the story we will tell ..
We grieve, we cry, we whimper,
In spirit we are one..
We all will be together, when
our lives on earth is done..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/10/15

Written for Spartan and Mac 🐾
They miss Roxy as much as I do
RIP SWEET BABYGIRL ❤️🐾❤️🐾❤️🐾

WITH FORGIVENESS BRINGS LIGHT...

Emptiness and darkness  looms heavily from a shattered heart that is broken..
Words tore through my being , deep  into my spirit, I am forsaken...

My soul weeps from my  spirit that has been torn and rendered helpless..
Sickened by deliberate words waiting to ambush and rendered the mind helpless..

My soul, my spirit, my heart all cry with tears of regret and sorrow..
 I pondered  the thoughtless utterances that fell deep inside to burrow ..

 The words they  fester, are deep and rotten, brought  forth, they were unkind..
They were like a volcano that bubbled, then spues and  finally erupts in  time..

The words are now unburdened, meant to maim, to destroy..
Have left an indelible torturous scar that was never there before..

I do not live by a rule that you feel I should live by..
Therefore I dismiss the carnage of this, your  perpetual lie..

So continue NOT your war that you have brought about by hatred..
Instead I pray that deep within  your soul, you will redeem that which is sacred..

No my dear,  I shall forgive you for what you have done from this day forward..
Forgiveness  heals my wound and tends to my broken heart, though altered..

We may never be the same for what has taken place and transpired ..
I have been shaken to my core with all  you have dealt and conspired..

But God said this...
Matthew 6:14-15
For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you.  But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.

Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/24/12
Revised 10/14/15

NOSTALGIA...

NOSTALGIA..
Too many yesterday's have
traveled through eternity..
Too many sunsets have closed
a days long destiny ..
All have vanished into memories
 that linger, float aimlessly within..
Often or until brought about by
a fleeting thought or sight that
 brings it back again..
A scent, a scene, a color,
or a repetitive dream..
Nostalgia holds our past
to which we cling..
Sentiments, secrets, sacrifices
build monuments within
the confines of our being..
Clouded visions of what was
parades through our memories
that orchestrates a song we sing..
School, marriage, friends, family,
children, are kindly and joyfully
remembered through nostalgia ..
 ..
Nostalgia melts our hearts as we
linger briefly as it is recalled..
Sentiment, tears, even heartbreak
are part of it all..
Nostalgia brings back the child
we thought we had left behind..
Only to rekindle a forgotten
burning ember burning inside..
Fleeting are those long forgotten
times we held so dear..
Timeless nostalgia holds them
sublimely near..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/10/15

THE FOG...

THE FOG...

In silence, the fog drifts magically
 onto the ocean shores..
Rolling from the inlet,
 upon its  sandy floor..
Covering small coastal towns
nestled in the dunes..
Its clapboard houses
tucked and scattered
here and there, within
the misty hue..
The thick cloud of fog rolls in
as it blankets the villages and towns..
The heavy mist saturates everything
in its path, without making a sound..
Solitude, ethereal silence is all around..
The daybreak seeps through
each droplet, each vapor ..the mist rises,
dissipates, disappears as it has always
done before..
The noon day sun sheds its warmth
much like the blanket of fog, now forgotten,
from this earlier day on the ocean shore.
Our lives are much like the vapors
of the fog..
Gone, much like a heavy ladened
water  saturated log..
Eternity is forever..
The comparison is incomprehensible
To the nonbeliever..
As we stand on the edge of
time and eternity..
When our lives are complete..
Was our journey satisfactory,
a blessing, or did we live selfishly?
Let the truth shine on the life we now live..
May we learn from mistakes, ungodliness,
o r share with a heart that gives..
Let not the misty fog corrode  or debilitate
our ways in which we walk..
Reach out, forgive, share your heart..
 So The Son of God will shine His light
as scripture taught..



Hebrews 11

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/20/14
Revised 10/13/15

AUTUMN...

AUTUMN ...

Autumn brings long shadows in  its afternoon before dusk as they settle its shorter day..
Along with a brisk chilly wind that swirls vibrantly colored leaves, they dance and play..

 The sun bids  adieu behind a white fluffy cloud in the perfectly  blissful  blue sky  ..
Once again the air smells clean, fresh and as I gaze and breath in, I sigh...

Autumn has a tendency to remind me that I too am in the Autumn of my life..
All the colors and shades of these beautiful trees I see all around me .. I pause with yet again
snother  deep sigh ...

The Spring and Summer of my life have left before I had a chance to reflect on their magic..
The depth and breadth of their meaning .. Too busy to saturate their wonder.. So tragic..

As I breath in the crisp cool Autumn air,  I am reminded , though time has passed ..
God gave me gifts that I cherish and hold close, they are dear in my thoughts of times past..

He gave and blessed me with family and friends who gave me much happiness, my heart joyful.
A full life with  a man who stands by me to this day, who has been tender and so lovingly loyal..

Yes, I am in the Autumn of my life and as I reflect on my life , I pause, I celebrate  ..
For in this life , much like the vibrant colored leaves that dance at my feet, I will commemerate ...

I stand in awe of the blessings I had nearly forgotten , detached  and nearly blown away ..
This day, on this bright brisk Autumn day, I am reminded He gave me all that I have, they are of Him , from Him and I  praise Him, on this gorgeous  perfect Autumn Day ....

Ecclesiastes 3:1-15, A Time for Everything

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/16/12
Revised 09/23/15

THE TREE..

The tree before me stood high on the hill..
It's leaves fluttered in the warm afternoon sun..
At first there was nothing about the tree
that gave wonder or moved me ..
Still I stared at its beauty until, like a bolt,
The tree began to illuminate tiny glittering
lights, twinkling each sunlit leaf..
Mesmerized,  I watched this ordinary tree
teach me there's beauty in every living thing ..
The leaves rustled and fluttered as the rays of sun
turned each green and yellow leaf into a brilliant
burst of light as though a string of lights was attached on each one..
I stood in awe..  its natural grandeur, it's natural
beauty took my breath away ..
Far too often we see through a glass, darkly,
really never seeing clearly, but vaguely, we reflect
visions  of muted colors ..
Sometimes the scales that cover our eyes never allow
us to see the glory that is revealed by the light that brings
life to our ordinary life's ..
Let the God of light permeate your withered soul..
Let the warmth of his love restore and heal ..
1 Corinthians 13:12
John 14:6
Psalms 84:11

Patsy McNutt Morgan
09/22/15

FAITH AS BY FIRE...

FAITH AS BY FIRE ...

Sometimes my heart 

screams out with such

agony and pain..

The world around

is like I'm surrounded

with deadly flames..

The heat from its 

flames are more 

than I can bare..

I gasp in what little 

air that the fire 

and flames share ..

Oxygen is taken by

the life of the lapping 

violent fire that 

surrounds me..

It has become 

furious, fierce, 

as it envelopes, 

I cannot breath..

With only moments 

to spare..

I reach out to 

the one Who is 

forever continually 

there ..

The searing, once 

life threatening all 

consuming fire, is 

but embers ..

The once billowing 

black clouds have 

Surrendered..

He has calmed 

the raging flames..

He has released 

the once captured 

soul from my 

shame..

Once again I'm 

reminded who stills

the fires of fear and

uncertainty ..

The encompassing 

torment I hold deep 

within me..

He has extinguished 

the anguish that stifles

the life I cherish..

He releases the rain

to comfort, and gives me

courage, I shall

not parish..

Praise Him,  the creator

and the giver of life..

He brings joy where 

Once there was strife..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

08/29/15

These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold--though your faith is far more precious than mere gold. So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world.

1Peter 1:7

  

MY FRIEND...

MY FRIEND..

My friend, I am so glad you 

are and stayed  my friend..

You have always been there for me, 

 right through the bitter end.. 

My friend, you've held my hand

 through sadness and my tears.. 

You never turn away ..

when others disappeared...

My friend, you've never judged me 

when my opinions were loudly spoken..

You just smiled and shook your head..

 Our bond was never broken...

My friend, when others caved 

and left me for another..

You, my  friend,  stayed true..

while others didn't bother..

My friend, you've given me  respect, 

sometimes I don't deserve ..

That is what I mean, true 

friendship at every turn..

My friend, the years have flown 

so quickly, I sadly say..

We grew old together,

 Weren't we young 

 just only yesterday..

My friend, you may be someone 

I met the other day...

We knew in just an instant, 

we'd always be friends that day...

My friend,  it matters not

 when our journey started..

Your friendship means so much

I am so glad we never parted..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

Edited 07/27/15

IMMEASURABLE LOVE...

How do I begin to say what 

my heart feels today?

Where are the words my mind

wants to convey?

How do I reveal the Masters

 saving grace?

It's a gift of immeasurable love,

 that can not be replaced..

Where are the words that say He 

satisfies my soul?

His touch, His presence, they both

 have continually made me whole..

His promises kept and 

promises He's given..

I've seen a glimpse 

of His promises of heaven..

Until I die, I will never forsake

 my loving God and Savior..

May I always  seek and know 

and share His loving favor ..

It is in His name I pray,

for all I see and know..

He died to save this  wrench,

 it is why I love 

Him so..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

07/14/15

A LOVE STORY...

A LOVE STORY ..

Theirs is a simple love story ..

Steady, strong, happy, most of all blessed..

Through the years together, they learned to bend like a flower in the wind, until the storm becomes quiet and rests..

 

Life  together has not slowed them down as the years they have come and they have gone..

They have treasured each moment as they ride through their lives  together, side by side, just like you hear in an old love song..

Sitting in silence, they reflect on 

their lives, their boys, their grandkids, all their happiness they've shared in their years 

together ..

The laughter, the tears, their life together is now all wrapped up

today in this celebration as we all now reflect and remember ...

Bruce and Janet .. God has been through every precious moment of your lives  ..

His Love still  binds you together

like a melody to a song, a branch to a tree and the cloud to the sky..

Thank you for your steadfast love and how it is a blessing to so many, especially today on this your special day ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

06/24/15

**Written to and for my sister Janet and her husband Bruce on the 50 th wedding 

Anniversary celebrated on O6/27/15

LOVE, PRAYERS AND BLESSINGS...

I miss you he said, as I kissed him goodnight ..

Our eyes filled with tears as I kissed his pale fevered brow..

Each day apart seems like forever

and an eternity ..

He is longing to be home where

He knows he belongs..

Illness and surgeries have taken him from me ..

Unmarked territory.. feeling the unnatural separation that now holds us bondage ..

Our fingers entwined, embracing our last moment until tomorrow ..

Unspoken words, our eyes weep from what our hearts are saying ..

He quietly whispers, I love you ..

I love you too I say,  as I turn to leave him..

Prayers are like precious treasures..

Spoken by friends and strangers,

to our God who gave us another hour, another day together in this world ...

We have felt the grace and mercy of His touch .. Yes, He gave us more time to unwrap His blessings through those who graciously took the time to pray for my loves recovery ..❤️

Patsy McNutt Morgan

06/20/15

IF I COULD I WOULD ...

If I could I would ..

Give you a hug  so long and tight, that you would know how much you mean to me ..

If I could I would ..

Give you the stars, so when you wish upon them, your dreams would always come true..

If I could I would ..

Give you all the happiness that would last you through eternity..

If I could I would ..

Take away the all your pain and sorrow to lighten your heavy load..

If I could I would ..

Give you your favorite flowers

that would never fade or wilt away, to remind you how grateful I am for your love..

If I could I would ..

Give you that secret wish you've stored deep in your soul  ..

If I could I would ..

Always be with you when times are rough and the road is long, because that's what you've done for me, my friend..

So instead,  I am  sending a prayer to keep you surrounded with His love, especially during those times when life can be hard to bare ..

I could and I will and I already 

have ..

Because you mean so 

much to me ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

06/14/15

 

I HAVE LEARNED...

I have learned that thinking I know it all and knowing it all, has a wide chasm between  ..

I have learned that leaning on my humanity only leads to a foundation of weakness ..

I have learned that beauty lies within the purest of hearts..

I have learned that through it all, the face I see before my eyes close at night is the one I want to spend eternity ..

I have learned love comes when you least expect it..

I have learned a true act of kindness surprises even the hardest of hearts..

I have learned to accept the gift of giving, then given the chance, give back to another in need..

I have learned being blind is not only for the sightless..

I have learned true friendship is forever, through time and eternity,
and never forgotten ..

I have learned that selfishness is a gift to oneself given all too often..

I have learned to breath in the air of goodness and mercy..

Then exhale the air of 

forgiveness and tenderness..

I have learned, all to often, I have much need to learn...

Patsy McNutt Morgan

05/28/15

MY PRAYER FOR TODAY ...

Tomorrow is Larry's angiogram ..

 Through prayer I'm turning it over..

I know perfectly well where this strength and courage is coming from..

I know fully who gives me this peace that surpasses all understanding ..

I stand before His presence.. His brilliant light shines upon me..

Behind me is darkness and the the blackness the world brings ..

I've let go of all that chains and limits me..

His love and light is all around.. I am rescued, I am free from the bondage of fear and limitations brought on by the deceiver ..

Thank you Lord.. your love is sufficient.. It carries me through every turmoil ...

 Today, tomorrow and forever, I shall cling steadfastly to your everlasting power, grace and tender mercy ..

Amen 

THAT TINY RAY OF LIGHT...

I've often thought if I ever wrote a book it would be called ..

"THE OTHER SIDE OF HAPPINESS..

But.. there is already a book with that title, so I will have to come up with a title that means basically the same ..

I value my happiness and try never to take it for granted.. I've struggled enough in life to know I'm blessed and I cherish the life God gave me and thank Him for His mercy and grace..

The other side of happiness are  the times I faced storms, darkness and struggles ... Through the tough times, there has always been a tiny white ray of light and the end of a black tunnel, giving me hope, rescuing me from THAT OTHER SIDE OF HAPPINESS..

That tiny light always represents happiness.. 

Patsy McNutt Morgan

05/14/15

MY MOTHERS DAY THOUGHTS 2015

I didn't think about moments that would be remembered and immortalized in time while raising a family of six..

I guess I was too busy just being your mom..

Now that you are all older I hear the tales, of those times I wished you had forgotten ..

All those "good, bad and ugly" moments ..

I realize I was not the June Cleaver I thought I was.. 😉

Somehow though, as 

Fallible as I was being your mother, I take pride in knowing that all six of you turned out pretty darn well and I will take that as a compliment to whoever is passing out the Mom Compliment Awards..

If I failed to or forgot to tell you during your formative years you all spent with your crazy Mom.. I do love you all with every breath that I take and every beat of my heart ..

Something I read today says it best..I want you all to remember when I am no longer here..

"Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as though I were beside you.  I Love You So.. T'was Heaven here with you"...

Mom

Patsy McNutt Morgan

05/09/15

AT DAWN ....

I heard the crows cry today at dawn..

I fear for the tiny birds whose nests

are neatly tucked deep within the 

Pine and Arbivita trees ..

The crows are like the evil armies

who come to seek and destroy the

weak..

They terrorize, they steal, they pillage,

they take away what took so long to 

build and secure.. Mostly they take

away the dearest, they take the young..

Yes, I fear for the small tiny birds who shelter

themselves deep within the thickened branches..

Be ever so still little ones.. Soon the evil ones will

be gone, then you will be safe and you will be 

free, if for only today...

Patsy McNutt Morgan 

05/06/15

IN HONOR OF MOTHERS DAY AND NURSES DAY 2015...

In honor of Mother's Day and Nurses Day 2015..

I see posts about nurses and the sacrifices and challenges they face nearly everyday while working ..

When and while I worked as an LPN,

I don't think I ever thought about those sacrifices and challenges .. I just faced each day determined to care and touch each life I encountered ..

I look back now and realize how difficult it was working full time and raising a family ..

Life was more difficult than anyone can imagine .. I refuse to pat myself on the back and tell every detail  I had to face ..

I loved caring for people, whether it was my own family as a mother or families I had the privilege of caring for as their nurse...

A COUNTRY ROAD...

I need a country road to walk, to wonder..

To feel the thrust of wind to feel as I surrender..

To peel away  the madness that has permeated my being..

To conquer my soul for the beauty I am 

seeing .. 

To break the bondage 

of tears and sorrows..

To see Gods creatures scurrying outside their burrows ..

To hear the birds sing their melodious song..

Enriching my spirit, my sadness gone ..

Yes, I need to walk that country road ..

To fill my soul with wonder untold..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

04/17/15

LIVING THE AUTUMN OF LIFE...

There's a feel in the air, if you are indifferent, 

you'll miss the pleasure..

The softness to a summer morn, a scent of autumn breeze, 

and the chill of a winters day..

Days leisurely run  together..

 They become  a long warm summer day, 

then almost without notice,
the days become brisk and cold ...
It is then we see snow laden pines as the
sun reflects its light twinkling off  their branches ..
We are like the changing of the seasons..

Each spring brings new life, rebirth,

 creatures awakened

with the newness of each day..

Soon the ground erupts with new life..

Strong trees bud to bring forth each new leaves that becomes  

transposed through the warmth of the  

summers sunbeams and soon shades ..

Like the ocean tide that ebbs and flows,

the colors of trees become a manifestation of color and hue..

The air is brisk and the light of the day no longer goes into evening..

All too soon the dark clouds form to bring a flurry of 

snowflakes covering the cold hard ground..

My Autumn days have come  .. 

Here I stand.. life has now slipped into a wonder of glorious  

colorful flurry of memories as I recall the fruit of my life ..

Looking back to what was and wondered what could have been..

Still,  I'm satisfied knowing the cycle of life, my Equinox if you will, 

has now shifted to the the beginning of the proverbial end..

My life colors are now bursting  brilliantly, with stellar vibrancy, 

bold and bright for all to see..

Soon the colors will fade.. It is then that I shall walk slowly 

toward His light, my home..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

04/16/15

LOVING ACTS OF KINDNESS ...

Reading this morning in John 13..

"I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them". (‭John‬ ‭13‬:‭15-17‬ NIV)

Jesus had just washed his disciples feet.. Teaching them that we must learn to be of service to others..

I share this to tell you  for the last several weeks my dear soulmate and sweet husband has spent his days caring for me in a way that Jesus told his disciples to do..

He was at my side helping me dress, bath, walk, keeping up with the house work, taking me and still driving me to therapy and Dr visits.. Weekly, driving me to the hospital to get my labs drawn.. Doing the laundry, making meals.. Waking up the next day to start all over again.. Very selflessly and lovingly..

While all the time, in pain himself ..

To my children ..

 Use your father as your great example . Give of yourselves like your father has done pretty much all his life ..

I can't thank him enough and love him sufficiently for all the acts of love he has bestowed ..

Be caring, be loving, be kind, BE SWEET.. Because these are the attributes you should immolate in your lives, everyday, to all you encounter ..

I thank God everyday for this man of God and the selflessness of his gentle nature ..

Thank you sweetheart and I can only hope I show half the loving supportive care and acts of kindness in return as we live our remaining lives together ...

In case I may not have said it ..Thank you dear husband for all that you have done through our years together, but most especially over these past few weeks❤️

I love you Larry💋

I AM REMINDED...

I AM REMINDED...

Though rain clouds and darkness bring with them sadness..

It is the springtime showers that bring 

forth blooms, rainbows and gladness ..

Never shall I stay long where sadness reigns,

to the soul where it wants to cling..

Shaken, I face the new day coming...

 I reach and hold fast to the bright morning rays as they now linger..

Warming my spirit, calming my soul.. 

Once again I'm reminded of your love that always carries me through...

Your sacrifice that haunts my being too..

I want to shout from every building high...

"Open your eyes, so that you may see, so your spirits can fly"..

Such agony, such pain, torment and grief..

He did it all for you and me..

"It is finished" he cried to the Father..

But alas, the third day He arose a victor, no longer a martyr..

"He has risen .. He has

risen indeed"..

Fall on your knees before Christ our Lord..

Recognize your selfish needs..

Ask and be forgiven,

That's why he died..

He'll take them all, 

you'll be freed from your wretchedness inside ..

Praise God Almighty..

Hosanna, my precious Jesus .. Amen  

Patsy McNutt

04/02/15

 

 

 

HER LIFE NOW LIVED....

Years have taken their toll, she thought  to herself, as she took in a deep breath ..

Wasn't it only yesterday when she met her soulmate, her memory suddenly became fresh..

Glimpses and images

flash through her mind..

Not one left her wandering, challenged, or saddened..

Each thought and memory were one of a kind..

Oh sure, some days were dark with lessons she had learned the hard way..

Always, the lesson was needed and they carved a difficult road, a bridge, that lead to a bright new day..

Her children taught her

that she must rise to each daily challenges..

They taught her discipline, selflessness

and courage ..all of which she did not think 

could hold securely on her scale of life and remain balanced..

Looking back and visualizing memories, and or encounters, she realized now, that each were meant as a learning stepping stones ..

Each one gave her insight of her life, now lived, that has truly shaken her inner core, and her now fragile aged bones..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

03/05/15

PAIN...

PAIN...

Daily torment that's 

got me down..

Mind it wonders, 

I'm sad and I frown...

Pain sudden, I'm  hurting,

I hope to be free..

Free from the bondage, pain 

brought on by me..

Feel like my world is

suddenly small..

Seeing nothing but

walls, I scream, I call...

Then I remember there 

are those who fight..

Their struggle for relief

There's no help in sight..

So my complaints I stifle, 

I  pray as I cry for 

those worse off

than me...

Please give them peace,

I pray, God set them all free..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

02/26/15

Ps. 6:2-3

WHILE IN NEBRASKA ( not that long ago).....

WHILE IN NEBRASKA ( long long ago )....

Really, not that long ago, I rushed to be with my daughter Kendra.  She had fallen and severely  broke her leg and needed her mom in a big way..

With no wt. bearing, at all, for three months, she needed mom to help with our grand daughter who was three at the time.  Also help clean, to cook, ect., for the  two weeks I was there.

By the time I left to come back home, she was doing"

 good and could manage as well as to be expected for someone on crutches with no wt. bearing for several more weeks ahead ..

I'm sharing this because being with the two of them was more of a blessing for me than having me there to help. Oh how I had missed them ..

You see, they lived with us for almost a year ..

Kendra and her then husband, were going to try to make a go of it, after being separated..

 He moved her and Aubree to Nebraska. 

Kendra tried hard to make it work, but the dye had already been cast and it just was not meant to be..

So here she was.. alone, with Aubree, in a state far away from her family, all who lived on the west coast.

There was a new man in her life, who brought her the joy, love and happiness that she had lost with the divorce with  her ex- husband.  It was a becoming a promising, budding relationship. It was only in the beginning stages at that time  I was there helping .. 

I tell this as an interlude to the real reason I am writing this..

Aubree and I would go to bed and being the stinker most three year olds are, she just would not go to sleep ..

We rubbed backs .. We would giggle and laugh and she would tell me how she wished she had wings.. She would stand on her bed and look out into the cold Nebraska sky, fold her little cherubic hands and longingly ask God for wings ..

She'd lay back down and it was then that we would start making up stories .. She would tell me about her fairies, princesses and a land far far away.. Then I would tell her about my silly stories of mountains, the oceans and the land of gnomes and kings, their treasures and gold.

We would giggle and laugh until we would finally drift off and dream of the places and people we talked, giggled and made up in our stories ..

What a treasure I hold in my heart of that time. That time  where there was a little princess who brought joy to her Gramma in a time long long ago in the place they call Nebraska..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

01/25/15