a little something I wrote for Myspace

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About me:
I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, a grandaughter, an aunt, a niece, a cousin, a friend, a young girl, a grown woman and most important an individual! I have a career that scares me to death and rewards me everyday. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and caring and thoughtful and hopeful. I am sad and happy. I am sick and tired. I am shy and friendly and careful and careless. I have been misunderstood, misguided, mislead. I am hard working, determined and scared on the inside. I wish on stars and I dream my dreams. I pray to God and I cry my tears. I smile on the outside, while I'm dying on the inside. I listen to others who don't listen to me. I love and I am loved. I walk on eggshells and I walk on fire. I have had my heart broken, and mended as well. I believe in passion, I have found true love. I am everything and nothing all at once. I have come to a place where I know I can be all these things and still be ok.

Poem

My life it but a weaving between my God and me,

I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily.

Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,

Forget that He seeth the upper, and I the under side.

Not till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly,

Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needfull in the Weaver's skillful hand,

As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

--"The Weaver," in Sourcebook of Poetry





Ok, so translation:

Those who have done needlepoint know it's important which side of the fabric to diplay. One side is full of crisscrossing threads and tiny knots that make the design difficult to recognize. But when it's turned over, the entire picture comes to view. This poem helps me trust God when I can't understand why things happen the way they do. The dark thread spoken of in the poem, are the hard and difficult times in life. The gold and silvers and light colors, make up the good or even great times. The finished product is our life, made up of hard times and good times. That's my opinion anyway.

May 15, 2008

Well, John just left and I am already sad. Figures huh? I am trying to be strong, but sometimes it's just too hard.


This year will be ok I think. I have lots of stuff to keep me busy. I am managing two salons, moving in to the condo and going to Bellingham in Aug. I plan on going out to the Lodge second week in June, so I have that to look forward too.


I just wanted to let you all know I guess that I am really going to need some love and support the next few months. I tend to get pretty emotional, especially in the morning when I wake up and at night in bed.


I'm really going to try very hard to be strong, but sometimes the tears just come and I can't stop them.



Thanks everybody. I love you all.

Grab the tissue!!