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An Uphill Climb 02/11/03 Life is like an uphill climb and our goal is to reach the top. It takes many years to finally get there and by then we wish we could stop.   We're tired and worn and seek to rest but the journey must continue on. We've traveled through storms along the way and many times we've felt so alone. On the top of the hill we stand amazed and know that now we must journey down. We started out young and full of zeal but things are now different we've found. With our youth behind us we look below and know it's time to keep moving along. Time is now short and we're aging fast and very soon this life will be gone. We began as a baby and then we grew and went from toddler, then to teen. Now we're adults and soon to be seniors and the hills are very far and between.

Life In The Country 02/17/03 I remember living in the country and how so often we'd run and play. I remember the crickets and how they'd chirp in that old familiar way. I remember chasing fireflys and putting them in a jar. I remember catching junebugs and playing, that's my car! I remember playing with frogs and swimming in the creek. I remember spin the bottle and playing hide and seek. I remember making mud pies and baking them in the sun. I remember grabbing for tadpoles and how quickly they would run. Yes I remember life as a child and oh what times we had. But all those days of growing up, are gone, and it makes me sad. But still I have the memories and they're recorded in my mind. So whenever I'm feeling sentimental, those days as a child, I rewind!

Winter 02/24/03 Winter is like a persons life that is long and filled with sorrow. Winter is like the difficult times and the dread of another tomorrow. Winter is like a cold dark grave and an atmosphere that has no peace. Winter is like a bad situation with no way of escape or release. Winter is like a depressing day with not a trace of bright sunshine. Winter is a season when all is dead and it's not a favorite season of mine. Winter is a time when ponds freeze over and the ground is hard as stone. Winter is a time that's dreary and sad and a time when the sun is gone.

If The Ocean Could Speak 03/01/03 If the ocean could speak I wonder what it would say? Would it give us any clue where many dead bodies lay? Would it tell the sad stories of famous airplane flights? And how they sank in its depths after crashing in the night. If the ocean could speak I wonder what it would say? About the unsinkable Titantic as it went down that day. Would it tell of little children, many men and women too? As a watery grave overtook them and there was nothing they could do! Would it tell of their groans while tormented with great fear? Or would it tell of pleading voices calling on a Savior to draw near? If the ocean could speak oh what stories it could tell. About last minute choices between Heaven or Hell.

Sailing On The Nimitz 03/09/03 From so far away he contacts me While sailing on the Nimitz out at sea. He sends me pictures of planes high above And along with them he sends his love. He sends me pictures of the ocean so wide And of Navy ships sailing side by side. I see no land but water instead, A life so different than he once led. I see many Sailors standing on deck They seem so small, like a tiny speck. It's through a computer that this is done By way of e-mail, I talk to my brother Ron. Yes knowledge has increased, I'd say for the better E-mail is much quicker than mailing a letter. In a matter of seconds he can talk to me Though sailing on the Nimitz far out at sea. My Brother, who is Commander aboard the USS Nimitz.

A Waterfall 03/17/03 The sound of a waterfall is pleasing to my ear. It gives me satisfaction to listen while I'm near. It never takes a moment to slow its steady pace. It's always in a hurry to reach its destined place. As the water rushes forward and falls so far below. My eyes admire its beauty and the gracefulness of its flow.

Growing Old 03/24/03 I don't quite function as I did years ago. My vision is blurred and my reflexes are slow. My memory is failing and my hearing's not good. My clothes don't fit in the places they should! My teeth are removable and can be stored in a jar. From time to time I forget where they are. Sleeping's not a problem I can do it anywhere! I'm often found snoozing sitting up in my chair. Corns on my toes make walking really tough. And for some strange reason I'm having cravings for snuff! The simplest of things I have to be retold. Is it my imagination; or am I growing old?

This War 04/08/03 Daddy's are hugging their little girls; and kissing their wives goodbye. Many will leave never to return; because while in this war they'll die. Mother's are watching as son's disappear on planes equipped for war. Tears are falling from their eyes as they wonder if they'll see them once more. Son's are fearful as they leave and travel to a place far away. Daughters are weeping as they go; while mothers long for them to stay. God is watching - and He cares, for everyone that is involved! Now we must pray for their safe return until the day this war is resolved!

Watch The Tide 04/15/03 Come and see he said to her. Come look at the ocean so blue. Open your eyes and gaze at its beauty while I fix my eyes upon you. As she obeyed he whispered to her; Come near and rest by my side. Place your hand right here in mine And together we'll watch the tide.

Operation Iraqi Freedom 04/22/03 Day after day I've watched the news as they tell of the War in Iraq. And every day it seems to get worse with many dying from surprise attacks. Soldiers were executed and thrown in a pile and then filmed for the world to see. Some were even taken as POW's and it was shown on Iraqi T.V. While one mother watched she saw her son as he spoke to the camera in fear. Oh how helpless she must have felt and I'm sure that nothing seemed clear. Night after night this War goes on with many soldiers never stopping to rest. I can't help but cry when I hear the news of how our soldiers were faced with death. Evil Saddam is a murderer at heart and he's proven that Satan's his master! Now America must pray for God to intervene so this War doesn't end in disaster! Already many soldiers have given their lives so that the Iraqi's can walk in freedom. Now the world should be thankful for their brave deeds, and trust that one day in heaven they'll meet them.