MOMS BAKED CHICKEN..

MOMS BAKED CHICKEN...

For a brief moment this morning I could smell my mothers baked chicken ..

I'm pretty sure it was my favorite food  that she created for her family through the years..

It was always so flavorful and always so moist that it fell off the bone..

I've tried to replicate it on several occasions, but it never quite turned out like moms..

Mothers Day is approaching and maybe, just maybe, she was here in that brief moment ..

I think of her often, since she's been gone, and as I have grown older.. I realize that though she never threw her arms around me, or told me very often that she loved me .  I knew she loved me with every kind act of love, every baked chicken she made and every home made pie she baked.. LOVE  was in every morsel, every slice, every piece ..

Mom made most everything by hand.. I mean EVERYTHING  ..

She sewed thousands of articles of clothing for her children, her grandchildren and even for my dad..(remembering a red vest she made for him) .. 

But the most beautiful clothes she made was what she sewed for herself.. 

Numerous square dancing dresses she designed herself and spent so many hours huddled in her sewing corner to sew to their completion.. 

My mom.. 

Why didn't I tell her that she was amazing, creative, and ever so loving ..I know now that all she did for her family was her way of saying 

"I LOVE YOU" 💕 ❤️ 

These tears I shed are tears of remorse for the missed opportunity not telling her how she showed me what love really was without saying a word .. 

Thanks Mom for stopping by this morning to say Happy Mothers Day ..

I will try again to immolate that delicious baked chicken, but I know it will never be like yours..

Love ❤️ and Miss you Mom..more than ever..

Patsy 

05/09/17

URGENT PRAYER REQUEST..

URGENT PRAYER REQUEST ..

I have been having chest pain and it seems I have to have major heart surgery ..

The pain has become so unbearable that surgery will be sooner rather than later ..

Yes, major surgery is required to remove parts of the heart that have been broken and are no longer functional due to lack of blood supply.

Damaged now, the strain left a part of my heart atrophied and black with necrotic  tissue..

The aortic valve has been damaged due to recurring self induced bouts of anger, sadness and unbelief.  

It wasn't that long ago it's function was perfectly normal with no signs of sickness or grief ..

The chambers are now filled with tears instead of life sustaining blood which once coursed through my body with no signs of troubling turmoil.. 

The tears make their way down my cheeks now because veins and arteries have overflowed and had  nowhere else to go..

My heart quivers deep within my chest .. it's beats are irregular and  strives with difficulty to continue ..

It appears that due to continual outrage over ongoing unfairness, cruelty, and yes, even shame.. my once life sustaining heart needs more than CPR.

My heart aches for those  who have managed to forget how to love their neighbor .. Their fingers point to me and tell me I'm what is wrong for wanting what is fair to "the lest of these".

So I'll be asking my cardiologist to mend my broken heart .. take out the old broken parts and replace them or better yet, give me a brand new heart .. replace it with one who beats again for what is right and to "forgive those who do not understand and they know not what they do"..

Please send this prayer request onto to those who have unfollowed or unfriended me.. Let them know I will always love them and I'll be good as new as soon as I have my heart repaired 💔

Thank you and God Bless each of you and the United States of American 🇺🇸

ESCAPE...

ESCAPE 

Far beyond the realm, hidden beneath 

the sky, in between dreams, is a place where I go to wander..

It's where I go to imagine where life is free from tangled webs of disconcerting angry voices.. 

Where the war of words have no place, where thoughts are pure.

Where not one thing is a reminder of tumultuous battles of unkindness and acts of unwarranted 

selfishness ..

No one there to haunt and ruin perfection in its totality ..

I'm alone, I am free, I am sheltered ..

It's where I go to weep, to think, to pray, far away from the madding crowd..

It's my great escape.. It's where I can forget, if only a moment, life's imperfections and turmoil..

Erase calamity, forget unhappiness, and build on rebuilding...

Happiness is when I close my eyes and capture all of the essence of this space and time ..

It brings closure to my troubled mind..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

05/03/17