Daughter of a KING

As I watched the royal wedding back in April, I sat back and dreamed of the dress, of the castle, of the glamor, of the wealth, of the power, of the prince...  what a life!  We dream of this fairytale life where we are swept off our feet and into the life of royalty.  It seems so glamorous until I take notice of all the scrutiny that also comes with such a crown.  Every slip up and fault is noticed; so many observant eyes follow her every move.  While the perks are many, there are also many people who sit back and say "why would anyone chose that life? That's forever." 

A friend of mine recently painted "Daughter of the King" onto her unborn daughters bedroom wall and it got me thinking... I'm royalty too.  I wasn't born into this kingdom, but just like Kate, I have chosen a life of royalty and all that comes with it.  I may be persecuted, I may be chastised, and I may be praised... no matter how others treat me, I know that I have been promised the kingdom.  It's mine, and nothing can take that away.  I am the daughter of the King.

As we near father's day, I remember all that my earthly father has done for me.  He has provided for me, taught me, mentored me, and loved me... through the highs and the lows... he is there through it all.  This fathers day, I while I will take time to thank my father for all that he has done and continues to do in my life... I also want to remember my heavenly father... my king... the one who promises me the kingdom.  I am the daughter of a KING.

Hero in Camo

I could pick up a book, or rent a good flick
But the thought of the war just leaves me sick.

I have no idea what a day must be like,
How much he must miss his home and his wife.

Life doesn't stand still, but we'll wait patiently
For our soldier to return back to us safely.

When he gets here, we'll cherish each day as a gift,
His presence so precious, so many he uplifts.

The result of his work is something he may not see,
But his passion's always there for keeping us free.

It's God who arms him with strength to go on,
He's our hero in camo whether home or whether gone.

Blessed

I have a beautiful house filled with things I don't need.
I pay my bills each month never truly worrying about the next.
I am healthy and fit and I look younger than I am.
I am educated and it didn't cost me a penny.
I have a job that I love and students who love me.
I am appreciated by my co-workers and my boss.
My friends pray for me even when I don't ask for it.
My family supports and encourages me in all that I do. 
My husband loves me and tells me daily.
My God is patient and shows me what He sees in me...even when I don't see it.

Satan, you won't win this one...  I am too blessed.

His Glory Appears

You gave me hope
You made me whole
At the cross
You took my place
You showed me grace
At the cross where You died for me 

And His glory appears
Like the light from the sun
Age to age He shines
Look to the skies
Hear the angels cry
Singing Holy is the Lord

Lonely

It came into her so slowly,

Then took it all away,

And left her there so lonely,

No longer in color, just gray.

She once could tell a story,

And her jokes would please a crowd,

I know she's there behind that mask,

While silent, she should be loud.

The simple is now confusing;

Hard tasks are impossible.

The independent woman within

Splits as the disease does pull.

Why is life so painful?

Why does God end it this way?

Does she know what's going on?

Or is it just our pain that stays?

She is the opposite of a ghost,

Body here, but spirit gone.

Lord, bring this nightmare to an end,

Let heaven be her dawn.

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The View From My Last Day of Summer

The view from my weekend at a B&B with some amazing girl friends.
Cedar's On The Brazos

Glen Rose, TX

Distance

With such a history behind us,
And my future straight ahead,
Why the distance between us,
And silence in my head?

Surrounded by my loved ones,
With a life that's going well,
I seek you in the hard times,
but when good, where do I dwell?

I walk the walk and talk the talk,
But hidden deep inside,
I feel that something's missing,
Like part of me has died.

I say I want you close again,
But no action do I take.
Why do I sit and wait,
As my heart continues to break?

I miss that feeling all around,
To know that you are near.
I'm to blame for distance,
As I drift from you, I fear.

I pray for you to come to me,
But you been here all along,
I know the ball's in my court now,
But I keep doing it all wrong.

I hope this is a beginning,
To push me back towards to Truth,
I don't pray for things of this world,
My prayer is to be with you.