This poem was written in November of 2006.  It has a very special meaning for me because it was our first  Christmas without Jim. We were still grieving but I had my children , the love and blessings of God, and also the little things that we tend to forget.

Blessings

Blessings come in many forms
They can be large or small.
Generously sprinkled throughout our lives
And our loving God has given them all.

Wonderful family, caring friends;
Honeysuckle and mistletoe
Fresh baked bread, a warm cozy bed
Snowflakes on a crinkled little nose.

Church bells ringing, a robin singing
A walk down a winding road
The smell of fried chicken, laughter and hugs
That lifts and lightens the load.

Enough money to pay the bills and some to give away
A knowing glance that says I care
A Christmastime sunset, a rainy day.

A picture drawn in crayon
Made especially for me
Logs burning in a fireplace
Lights twinkling on a Christmas tree.

Cattle licking an orphan fawn
And protecting him as their own
What a joy in itself
To see them all romp and rome.

Precious memories that swell the heart
And make the eyes glisten and fill
A sweet sadness mixed with hope
Knowing that it’s all in God’s will.

The love of Jesus deep and true
Hymns that pierce the soul
His guiding light that urges on
To share the greatest story ever told.

Blessings come in many forms
They can be large or small
Generously sprinkled throughout our lives
And our loving God has given them all.