Something About Cats

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There is something about cats. You either love them or your hate them.
I have never heard anyone say oh yes! I absolutely like cats.
I have always been a cat lover even tho I don't own one
now or rather I am not owned by one because unfortunately
my husband doesn't love them. He is a dog man.
As you know I am a nurse and have close encounters of the 3rd kind.
It was my pleasure these last few days to be privileged to care for a little lady
94 years young. Her hair is white and her beautiful pale complexion
accentuates her bright shining eyes. I leaned close to talk with her because
her hearing was not quite as sharp as her mind.
She had been telling me about the two cats who love her.
She cares for them daily and she loves them back.
Here in the hospital she said how she must hurry home to care for them.
It dosn't matter that she is sick  her cats need her.
Today she was told that she must go to rehab for 21 days.
Suddenly the twinkle left her eyes as they became misty.
What is wrong I ask, rehab will be good for you and you will
return home soon. She looked straight into my eyes and with a
sad quiet voice said "But what about my cats?" Her niece assured

her that her cats would  be taken care of but to her no one could
love them like she loves them. That is the thing about cats, they
hug up next to you and steal your heart and make you dependant
on them. You see, they don't really need you. It is the other way
around. There really is just something about cats.

Pumpkin Latte

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Pumpkin Latte

I am not one who usually enjoys sweet coffee like drinks,
Those specialty creamers now available in most grocery stores
do not bring me joy. My co-workers cherish it. they can't wait for more,
but me I prefer plain old coffee with just a little creamer and a touch
of sweetness added.
                                    However

Every Fall there is a wonderful thing out there called Pumpkin Latte
My heart does grow faint thinking about it and even now my mouth becomes
moist and a smile eases across my lips at the thought.

I must have it. The thoughts won't end. I pass by Starbucks because
I seldom afford myself this luxury. $4 for a drink is just too much yet
as I drive by I find myself turning in. I pull through the drive through
and order. As the coffee artist hands me my purchase I thank her and
turn my attention to the task at hand. As I sip the warm brew I savor the
sweet spicy flavor and feel myself relax. A horn blows in the distance
and wondering why I realize it is not in the distance at all. I forgot to leave.
It is the car behind me wanting anxiously to be next. I am sure that their
drink of choice must be a Pumpkin Latte.

Small Among Millions

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I am only a small person among countless millions,

I live in a comfortable home on a quiet street,

I see the warm glow of the sun filtering through my kitchen window

as I sit and have my first cup of Joe. I contemplate the day ahead, 

I plan out the course of my time, of  the people I will

see of places I will go, of the things I will accomplish.

I listen for the sounds of my husband stirring in the

next room where he is still sleeping.

I savor each moment, each breath, each thought,

realizing just how blessed I am to be here, alive

on this beautiful day, beautiful even if it were raining,

I am chosen by God to be here, at this time in

this place, for this purpose.

Under my breath I say a prayer, a prayer only myself and

God hears. I thank him for the blessings of my life.

I talk to him about life and events that have impacted me,

about things that will change my life forever,

I look out the window and see the dawning of the morning

and with a smile and a gentle sigh, I leave it all in his hands

knowing that whatever comes my way will be according to

a divine plan. I pray that as a potter molds the soft pliable

clay that I will relax and let him mold my life as he makes

me into a beautiful vessel. A vessel used for his purpose.

I am only a small person among millions but I am his person

and I am blessed.

Safety at Sea

As a ship upon the oceans sail its tossed both here and there,

A storm comes up the winds they blow the sea becomes a snare,

Will it stand, or falter fast upon this raging tide,

It's steadied now on quieted seas, The makers hands the guide.

My ship it sails on tides of pain of deep and dark despair,

Yet when I feel like falling low his arms I know are there,

He picks me up, he holds me close, he'll never let me go,

I know the master of the storm, He loves me this I know,

As a ship upon the oceans sail it's tossed both here and there,

I worry not about my life because I'm in his care.

I Dream a Dream

As a night bird sings a familiar song my

 hopes and dreams go on and on,

dreams of houses big

and cars shiny bright, or will I be content tonight?

My house is small but my roof don't leak,

and in my kitchen there's food to eat.
On my feet is a pair of hose

full intact without any holes,

My shoes are sound, I walk where I will,

and for this day I have paid all  my bills,

What more can I ask, I am sickness free

but if some were to come to me,

I'd still have to say that my lifes been good,

my dreams fulfilled as only God could.

As the little bird sings his song tonight,

I rest easy knowing that I am alright.

If I Had A Dollar

If I had a dollar for each time I've felt his grace

I'd put it in my pocket then I'd give a lot away,

I'd find a needy person and I'd buy them some new clothes,

I'd find someone with torn up socks and buy them some new hose.

I'd buy some food for someone who has nothing left to eat

then, I'd buy a home for someone who is living on the street.

And if I'm left with nothing when the evening time is come,

I'd smile and feel his grace again though money I have none.

This to Shall Pass

When tear drops fall and will not cease,

Then days seem long and nights won't leave,

When sadness overwhelms the heart 

and grief lingers in the dark,

Look up above to skies of blue

The raindrops fall God cries for you. 

Another day will bring the sun,

Through fields of flowers you will run,

And looking back on days of pain

You will look around and welcome rain.