Saturday, August 27, 2011

Faces of 'D'

This is my life...this is what I live...EVERYDAY is a battle but I will win...

The face of 'D' (Diabetes) is a hard one to see,

What do we look like? What do you see?

The battles we fight are on the inside,

Battles from which we can't run or hide.

We're all just the same, like everyone else,

Not that much different, I keep telling myself.

The looks from some people, the fear in their eyes,

It makes me feel alone, and I ask myself "Why?"

'D' is not visual; it's hard to explain,

But please don't ignore us, or treat us in vain.

For if we take care, and do everything right,

Our 'D' for the most part will stay out of site.

Complications are there, waiting to be,

We all do our best to stay complication free.

There are people out there, who are so quick to say,

"If you took care of your 'D' you'd be better today."

So we take care in silence, in this frustrating fight,

We are caught in the middle, doing everything right.

When I'm happy and healthy, they can't see my 'D',

If I fall in my battle, then they criticize me.

We need understanding, someone to be there,

Somebody to listen, somebody to care.

I may not look sick; I look normal that's true,

But the battles I fight, you haven't a clue.

Look at a person, look into their eyes,

Look past their face, look deep down inside.

The secrets and stories aren't easy to see,

Especially the ones who are battling 'D'.

Although it is hard to notice my 'D',

Its soldiers of battle rage inside of me.

The faces of many, hide secrets so deep,

My 'D' is a secret I've promised to keep.



Tuesday, August 3, 2010

In loving memory of
Ryan and Justin Dillard
2-4-02 to 8-2-09

Thighs aching. Lungs burning.
Chests pressed against the “Finish Line” tape.
Ears ringing as fans packed 1,000 deep
on each side of the course chant:
“Jus-tin! Ry-an! Jus-tin!
Ry-an! Jus-tin! Ry-an!”
A single tear falls down their face as the “finish line” tape snaps
against them pushing off their chest.
The noise of the crowd dies out.
Their legs no longer hurt. They breath normally.
They walk slowly forward.
And open their eyes!
They gaze around at a serene white landscape. All is quiet.
A loving gentleman in a flowing white gown runs gently to them.
They embrace. His hands leave small specs of blood on their back.
He says, “You were missed, welcome home”.
They say, “We weren’t gone that long,
and besides, we spoke every day”.
They walk towards the Throne hand in hand,
He is walking, they’re skipping.
Under the seraphim’s they go, listening to their eternal songs.
And on their face they fall as their entire soul sings out praises to God.
With a thunderous boom the voice of the Creator
calls them by name: “Justin, Ryan”.
They are saturated by the sound. They cannot answer.
They want to sing praises. They want to dance. They cannot move.
They feel His warm breath on the nap of their neck
and hope to spend eternity there.
He again speaks and His voice drowns out the praises of the seraphim’s:
Justin, Ryan”.
They can’t speak, but He knows their soul is listening.
And He says, “You really knocked their socks off, kiddos”.
Justin & Ryan giggle, “Yes LORD, we did”.
Good job

Monday, August 10, 2009

Justin and Ryan...

R.I.P. babies...We love you and miss you!Their grandma Virgie use to sing The Recipe Song to them...
Gonna make a recipe
I just can't wait to start,
It's not the kind you serve at meals,
you make it in your heart.
If you've never tried it
you've got to have a taste,
so come into the kitchen and we'll make a batch of praise.
First you take a cup of faith
and stir it all around;
add some joy and laughter
till it makes a bubbly sound.
Mix in some agape love
till it begins to ring
Pour into a willing heart and serve it to the King!
Jesus Loves Me this I know, for the bible tells me so... This was read by their aunt April to their mommy Jenny...
Wings & Halos
We were so excited when we woke up today
We heard our Mommy was coming to play
We washed our wings and our halo too
Cuz that's what Mommy likes us to do
We went to the place where we knew she'd be
It's where she comes to visit us you see
She comes for comfort in her despair
Oh Mommy, can't you feel us touching your hair?
We are by your side all through the night
We never let you out of our sight
We were your babies for only 7 years
But soon we can be together and play dear
You know we'll never be apart
You'll never let us leave your heart
Mommy we're not really in the ground,
lift up your head and look around
The clouds, the birds, the rain drops too
these gifts of life were given to you
Don't cry for us Mommy, We know you're here
Please let us wipe away that tear.
We were sent to you from up above
And you showed us the ultimate love
Remember your relatives, the ones who have died?
They brought us here, We're by their side
They watch over us and help us to see
just how much you really love us
So don't be unhappy when you come visit us
We're the angels above you, up in the tree
And when you leave, you'll never be through
You'll always be our Mommy
And we will always love you We took the kids to the lake to release some balloons...We had actually planned on going to the lake the day before but didn't get to so the balloons were already deflating, which made us all giggle. We gathered as Debbie said a beautiful prayer...We counted to 3 and the wind blew the balloons away into the water. They looked very pretty...

We didn't say "Goodbye", we simply said, "C-U Later"

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

It's time to Change...

I read this and it seemed PERFECT for what I'm going through right now :) Actually, I think it's perfect for a lot of people...

It's Time to Change
by Trixie Asirvatham

Change is exciting, but the unknown can be frightening too. Familiar faces and things have a reassuring quality to them. Fear of the unknown can make even a good change (like a job promotion or a trip abroad) a potential source of stress. The thing to do is to recognise that change is a fact of life, and to learn to look at change positively and constructively. Change happens. It's how you respond that matters. As with all things, the choice is up to you.

I step into the future
Don't know what's in store
I'll be walking new pathways
Learning more,
Meeting new faces,Making new friends,
The time has come to move on,It's time to change.
It's hard to leave the things you know and understand
And set out on a journey on unfamiliar land
It's hard to leave old friends behind and walk away,
But the time has come to move on, it's time to change.
But my friends are a part of me,
A part of my personality,Always there to guide me
Wherever I happen to be
The past leaves its mark on me,And makes me the person I am
And the good things go with me
When it's time to change.
The seasons turn
And the years move on
Nothing ever stands still
Changing day by day...
Good wishes go with me
And speed me on towards the sun
The time has come to move on,It's time to change.
The seasons turn, and the years move on,Nothing ever stands still, changing day by day
Good wishes go with me
And speed me on towards the sun
The time has come to move on,It's time to change.
Change for the better?
Change for the worse?
Who can tell it better…It's for me to make it work
The sun is up and shining
And there's a rainbow in the sky
I'm going to find my pot of gold,
It's time to change.It's time to change, It's time to change,The time has come to move on,it's time to change.

Monday, January 26, 2009

A prayer...

Dear Jesus, Divine Physician and Healer of the Sick, we turn to You in this time of illness.

O dearest Comforter of the troubled, alleviate our worry and sorrow with Your gentle love, and grant us the grace and strength to accept this burden.
Dear God, we place our sick under Your care and humbly ask that You restore Your servant Yolanda to health again. Above all, grant us the grace to acknowledge Your holy will and know that whatsoever You do, You do for the love of us.