Been a long time since I picked up the phone
But tonight, the demons have come back home
And damn, I’m not feeling all that strong
And I really don’t know if I want you to say hello
My hands are shaking at what you’ll be thinking
First thing you’ll ask is have I been drinking
I’m about to hang up when it starts ringing
You pick up and I say I’m sorry, I don’t know
And you say it’s okay, tell me what’s on your mind
And we sit in silence as the words are too hard to find
And I ask, do you ever wish we could hit rewind?
Before there was a me and you, before the scars
Damn, I was happy before it all got messed up
I was okay before we fell in love
And I always believed I was enough
Now I can’t unbreak my heart
And I know there’s nothing you can say
I’m trying to get through this day
Trying to believe something good will come my way
And I’m sorry I picked up the phone
Just feeling like the darkness has taken over the light
And it’s so hard to keep on fighting but I fight
And I really don’t know why I called you tonight
Guess I was hoping to feel a little less alone
I have started trying to find something different to try to stand out so some of my posts I’m making storybooks with.
Hope you enjoy.
Always been several old timers
Saturday mornings down at the diner
No one sits in the corner booth
That’s where them boys stretch the truth
Talking politics and about their wives
And how that fish was twice its size
Harley’s not around to join them anymore
But when the bell rings they look at the door
I pay my bill and tip my hat
Wishing I had friends like that
But how to be a good friend I’m still learning
I am back at the diner Saturday morning
The boys come slowly walking in
And I noticed Tom is missing
Hear them say it’s a damn shame
And how death won’t take his name
And I listen to them as they tell their war stories
How they laugh and cry at the memories
Then the door opens and the bell rings
They stop talking, look up ,wishing the same thing
When they hold their breathe in silence
I can feel their pain in those few seconds
Then they’re back to recalling when
Saying how grateful they’ve been
I can’t help but smile as they remember back
And I can’t help to wish I had friends like that
There was a horse that frolicked in the fields all day. When he got tired or hungry, he would walk to the big apple tree that stood by the creek. He would grab an apple and lay down in the shade of the tree. He grew up with that tree and he loved that tree.
He thought the tree would always be there.
But late one afternoon, as the horse sat under the tree, a terrible storm came to the farm. It came so fast that the horse was caught off guard and had to stay under the tree for shelter.
But as the winds roared, the rains poured , the thunder rolled and the lightning stuck, the horse was feeling uneasy.
Then the tree was struck by lightning. As it caught fire, sparks flew down and the horse’s mane caught on fire. He ran out into the rain to save his mane and ran to the barn as fast as he could.
As he stayed in the barn, he started thinking how could the tree do this to him? He had spent a lifetime with that tree. Why would the tree hurt him so?
He spent several days in the barn. Depressed and anxious about going back into the fields. But as the days went by, he became lonely, and his belly started grumbling.
He took a few tentative steps into the field and he wondered if he would ever be okay again. Would he always feel this way?
He looked back at the barn and started to wonder if he could really trust it, even as it had never given him a reason not to.
Days went by and he started to heal and he would sometimes look at where the charred remains of the tree stood.
Sometimes he missed the tree. Sometimes he missed the apples and the shade.
But as each day passed, he grew more into who he was meant to be. He grew stronger, he grew healthier, and he found the true love and happiness that was inside of him.
He looked at the barn and smiled, because he even learned to trust again.
From the time she could talk she was full of questions. And I, of course, was full of answers.
Why this, why that, where, when and who?
But as children often do, my daughter grew and grew and her questions became more elaborate.
Where are we going dad?
Nowhere.
Dad, what will we do when we get to nowhere?
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
Yeah, dad, I love going to nowhere with you and doing absolutely nothing. But I wonder, if we go nowhere and do nothing, does that make me a nobody?
Her questions were very deep so I thought for a second and told her she would never be a nobody. She is loved and cherished and will always be a somebody to me.
If I keep going south will I eventually be north?
As children often do, she grew and grew and her questions became more challenging.
Dad, if we get lost going to nowhere, will we end up somewhere? And when we get to somewhere, will we do something? But I wonder, if we go somewhere and do something, will I then be somebody?
Dad, can we get from here to there without going anywhere? And if we find anywhere, can we go there anytime? But I wonder, if we go anywhere anytime will I still be anybody to you?
If I ever find myself stuck between here and there and can’t find my way to you, will you come looking for me?
I couldn’t understand why her thoughts were taking her to these places but the only thing I could do was put my arms around her and reassure her no matter where she is or what time it is or what I am doing, I will always come and find her when she needed me.
But if I don’t tell you I need you, how will you know?
I will always pray that I will know but if for some reason I don’t know, I know a father who loves you more than even I do who will always be there for you even if I, for some inexplicable reason, get lost and am a little late in getting there.
Thanks dad, but what if I meant to go nowhere but ended up somewhere doing everything I know I shouldn’t do, would you still love me then? Would you go everywhere and do something, anything, to bring me back to someplace where you always are?
Not a doubt in mind that I would go everywhere and do something, anything, anytime to bring you back to nowhere so we could do nothing.
If the sun sets in the west will it always be dark the more west I go?
Just remember, dear daughter, no matter how many steps you take into the darkness, it only takes one to turn around and see the light.
If I’m doing nothing am I really doing something and can I be doing something but actually be doing nothing?
As children often do, my daughter grew and grew. As she grew it was my arms that became empty, as she no longer wanted me to hold her and it was my heart that shattered to pieces, as it seemed she longer wanted it to beat for her.
I would knock on her door and ask, “Would you like to go nowhere today and do nothing?” To which she would just sigh and say “Dad, I’m not a little girl anymore.”
I would give her some time and distance and then I would knock on her door and ask, “Would you like to go somewhere sometime today and do something?”
To which she would reply, “Dad, I’m busy doing other things today.”
But I could tell something was going on, but I didn’t want to seem pushy, but I knew she needed me.
I gave her more time and more distance, even though it was killing me to see her so sad.
One day I knocked on her door and said, “My daughter, when you find yourself nowhere doing nothing and wanting to go somewhere to be somebody but you can’t seem to go anywhere any of the time remember I love you everywhere every second of every day simply because you are you and that’s enough.”
She gave me a sad smile and a thanks dad.
Then I heard a voice telling me time and distance isn’t what she needs, she needs closeness and love even though it isn’t what she says.
I went and I knocked on her door and she was crying. I sat beside her and wrapped my arms around her and let her cry. After a few minutes and a very wet shirt later, she calmed down and looked up at me and I looked into those beautiful brown eyes as she asked me a question I had been wanting to hear for so long.
“Dad, do you think we could go nowhere?”
I smiled and asked, “Daughter, what will we do when we get there?”
Then she smiled back and said, “I was thinking we would do nothing dad, absolutely nothing.”
“Daughter, there is no place I would rather be than nowhere doing absolutely nothing with you.”
As children often do, my daughter grew and grew.
I’m Standing With You By by Chrissy Metz-
Like Your Father Does by Rhett Walker Band-
Pray With You by Mallary Hope-
I’ll Wait by The Strumbellas-
Have To Stay by Dido –
Shed A Tear by Kodaline-
Like Arrows by Matt Hammitt-
Short Are The Years by Jason Crabb –
More Than Gonna Make It by Alisa Turner-
Fighting For Me by Riley Clemmons-
In The Morning by JJ Heller –
Mother bird sat on her eggs for a very long time. Sometimes mother wondered if her eggs would ever hatch.
But mother knew.
The baby birds hatched and mother bird had to keep busy feeding them. Sometimes mother bird wondered if she would ever get any rest.
But mother knew.
Mother bird told her birds it was time to learn to fly. All the baby birds said they didn’t need to learn to fly, that they would always be by her side.
But mother knew.
All the baby birds learned to fly but they all told mother bird they would be back soon.
But mother knew.
All the baby birds grew up and started families on their own. They said they would visit as soon as they could.
But mother knew.
All the birds knew mother was old and didn’t have much time left. They came home to visit. They said they would be back next week.
But mother knew.
Mothers by Anne Wilson –
A Mother Like You by JJ Heller –
Unsung Hero by For King & Country –
Slow Down by Nichole Nordeman-
Fast by Luke Bryan –
When I’m Gone by Joey and Rory –
My God, My Music, My Life 