by Cheryl Merrick
I simply state the obvious, but God has given me the gift to state it well.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
What Do I Long For?
by Cheryl Merrick
I long for time to rest,
time to think and ponder,
and time to enjoy nature.
I long for time
to build relationships,
with God, my family,
and with friends.
I long for time to grow,
time to study, write,
and care for myself.
I long for time to serve,
time to tend grandchildren,
time to send encouraging notes,
and time do family history.
Most of all,
I long to be still
and have the time
to live a simple life.
I long for time to rest,
time to think and ponder,
and time to enjoy nature.
I long for time
to build relationships,
with God, my family,
and with friends.
I long for time to grow,
time to study, write,
and care for myself.
I long for time to serve,
time to tend grandchildren,
time to send encouraging notes,
and time do family history.
Most of all,
I long to be still
and have the time
to live a simple life.
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Simple Lessons
by Cheryl Merrick
Some lessons are simple:
"You can't take more
out of a bucket,
than you put into it",
and "You can't reap what
you have not sown."
Logically I understand,
but when it comes to
patiently and slowly
filling my bucket,
or carefully sowing
and nurturing my field,
my understanding vanishes.
Some lessons are simple:
"You can't take more
out of a bucket,
than you put into it",
and "You can't reap what
you have not sown."
Logically I understand,
but when it comes to
patiently and slowly
filling my bucket,
or carefully sowing
and nurturing my field,
my understanding vanishes.
Monday, February 26, 2018
A Woman in Winter
by Cheryl Merrick
Shut in her home,
the woman huddles
in her ever darkening room.
Cold and lonely,
she spends her days lost in viewing
old photo albums and scrapbooks;
memories of summer;
a time when she basked
in the warmth of having
her husband and young children
surrounding her; needing her.
Now it is winter,
her husband, long dead,
has left her to continue alone.
Her children, now grown and far away,
have little time to spend with her
for they are busily raising their children
and enjoying their own summer.
Shut in her home,
the woman huddles
in her ever darkening room.
Cold and lonely,
she spends her days lost in viewing
old photo albums and scrapbooks;
memories of summer;
a time when she basked
in the warmth of having
her husband and young children
surrounding her; needing her.
Now it is winter,
her husband, long dead,
has left her to continue alone.
Her children, now grown and far away,
have little time to spend with her
for they are busily raising their children
and enjoying their own summer.
Labels:
Aging,
Death,
Hope,
Jesus Christ,
Loneliness,
Love,
Marriage,
motherhood,
Service,
Widows
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Leading
by Cheryl Merrick
Will I choose to lead the way
back to our heavenly home,
or will I follow others
aimless ramblings?
Will I set a righteous example
as I strive to follow the Lord,
or will I simply demonstrate
mindless obedience?
Will I soar through the clouds,
or become lost caring for things?
Will I bury my talents,
or share them?
Which do I choose?
Fulfillment or suppression?
The choice is mine.
Will I choose to lead the way
back to our heavenly home,
or will I follow others
aimless ramblings?
Will I set a righteous example
as I strive to follow the Lord,
or will I simply demonstrate
mindless obedience?
Will I soar through the clouds,
or become lost caring for things?
Will I bury my talents,
or share them?
Which do I choose?
Fulfillment or suppression?
The choice is mine.
Friday, February 2, 2018
Soaring and Rocks
by Cheryl Merrick
Like a bird soaring
high above the ground,
I see patterns below me
and am warmed
by the light from above.
Not built for rock moving,
I collapse in exhaustion
beside my the pitiful pile
-- my full day's work.
Having chosen the earth
where his strength is needed,
the powerful draft horse
sees my plight.
In a few hours he has
all my rocks neatly piled
where they need to be.
Satisfied with his accomplishment,
he listens to my tales
of the view from the sky.
Like a bird soaring
high above the ground,
I see patterns below me
and am warmed
by the light from above.
Not built for rock moving,
I collapse in exhaustion
beside my the pitiful pile
-- my full day's work.
Having chosen the earth
where his strength is needed,
the powerful draft horse
sees my plight.
In a few hours he has
all my rocks neatly piled
where they need to be.
Satisfied with his accomplishment,
he listens to my tales
of the view from the sky.
Labels:
Creativity,
INFJ,
ISTJ,
Love,
Marriage,
Personality,
SJ's,
Strength,
Stress
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Grateful for Weaknesses
by Cheryl Merrick
Blessed with an astounding intuitive ability
to see and foresee patterns of human behavior,
I feel humbly grateful.
Preferring intuition over sensing
also makes me astoundingly weak
in handling the many details of life.
This weakness has brought me
tears, frustration, embarrassment,
and finally to my knees
humbly begging God for His help
in coping with the small things
that others do so easily.
Blessed with an astounding intuitive ability
to see and foresee patterns of human behavior,
I feel humbly grateful.
Preferring intuition over sensing
also makes me astoundingly weak
in handling the many details of life.
This weakness has brought me
tears, frustration, embarrassment,
and finally to my knees
humbly begging God for His help
in coping with the small things
that others do so easily.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Making a Choice
by Cheryl Merrick
The decision is logical.
Like using your "other" hand,
using your weakest ability
quickly generates stress.
I know this well
for I have frequently suppressed
my strongest ability.
Fearing social disapproval
and not wanting to disappoint those I love,
rather than developing the talents God has given me,
I chose instead do what others expected of me.
Of course, it doesn't take long
before I collapse in exhaustion.
The decision is logical.
Like using your "other" hand,
using your weakest ability
quickly generates stress.
I know this well
for I have frequently suppressed
my strongest ability.
Fearing social disapproval
and not wanting to disappoint those I love,
rather than developing the talents God has given me,
I chose instead do what others expected of me.
Of course, it doesn't take long
before I collapse in exhaustion.
Carrying Capacity
by Cheryl Merrick
After five days in a small trailer
with no laundry or dishes to do,
or house to clean,
I relax.
Though glad to be home again,
I'm suddenly overwhelmed.
There is so much to do!
Must I do everything?
Can I remain relaxed?
No, my headache, tight neck,
aching jaw, and upset stomach
declare I can't!
After five days in a small trailer
with no laundry or dishes to do,
or house to clean,
I relax.
Though glad to be home again,
I'm suddenly overwhelmed.
There is so much to do!
Must I do everything?
Can I remain relaxed?
No, my headache, tight neck,
aching jaw, and upset stomach
declare I can't!
First Couple Vacation
by Cheryl Merrick
Apprehensive about leaving
the security of home,
but eager for new sights,
we begin down the road.
Enjoying quiet talks as we ramble
through cactus filled desert,
we spend five days together,
but never one moment alone.
With our trailer growing ever smaller,
we share adventures,
till finally,
we are home safe again.
Apprehensive about leaving
the security of home,
but eager for new sights,
we begin down the road.
Enjoying quiet talks as we ramble
through cactus filled desert,
we spend five days together,
but never one moment alone.
With our trailer growing ever smaller,
we share adventures,
till finally,
we are home safe again.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)