BEING THERE

Thank You, Father, for being there when I needed You most!
You saw me through my pain.
You eased my mind and gave me strength,
And helped me through the rain.
Never before have I been so frightened,
Or encountered such a thing.
But You were there to see me to serenity.
I found the love You bring.
Only You can hold on to me
And give me courage to be strong,
The concern You gave to me
Helps me to carry on.
Oh the feeling of security
And the peace within my soul
Helps me to ease my mind,
And leaves You In control.
If ever there were something
I could do for you,
Please just ask and walk with me.
For it’s what I want to do.

2-5-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire

Out of Ink Heart

I don’t know what to write.
I have written for days.
Every time I start to write,
Thoughts get in the way.
So many things go through my mind
On what to write to you.
But I feel you wouldn’t care
And figure what good would it do.
No one knows how it makes a writer feel
To hear they write so well,
Yet can’t find anything to attract
The attention of one you want to tell.
It hurts to see you turn away
Before you give me a chance,
Or to flip through the pages,
Giving no more than a glance.
How can you understand what I feel
If you don’t even stop to listen?
For the worst is when it’s read and ignored,
As though there were something missing.
So why bother picking up the pen
To try to say a word,
When all it’ll do is bore you
And cause the author to get hurt?

12-26-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Dearest Jesus

Hi. I don’t know exactly what to say.
How are You doing? I hope You’re doing alright.
I know You have the world on Your shoulders.
And here it is nearing Your birthday.
I wish things were so different for You.
It’s not fair that the world is at bad terms
On the day of the celebration of Your birth.
This is also a time of peace, and love,
And good will toward all men.
Yet here we are arguing over things
That aren’t even any where near as bad
As You having to die for us.
So many men are away from their families.
Wishing they could just be there for them.
And then there are people in our country
Who aren’t even thinking about the guys overseas.
It’s not right.
And then there are the homeless,
Who have no food, no clothing, no home,
And no one to spend Christmas with.
May everyone stop to think about what’s really going on
And how it’s a day of rejoicing
In Your day of coming to our world to save us.
Have a wonderful and loving Christmas. Happy Birthday.
My gift to You is a prayer for everyone
To be at peace in thought of You today.
Forever Loving You.

12-21-1990 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Merry Christmas! ❤ Happy Birthday! I ❤ U Much!

Wish You Were Home

Hey Guys, I’m sorry you’re over there.
You should be over here with your families.
I know you wish you were.
Christmas isn’t the same without the ones you love to share it with.
So many people hustle in worry of getting presents.
The perfect gift.
All you really need is to be there, and you’ve got more than you need.
But hey guys, I wish I could tell you how proud I am of you.
And how much I wish this would all stop so that you could be home for Christmas.
It’s a day of celebrating the birth of Christ,
And you have to spend it fighting for a country
Who’s too selfish and self-centered to think about what you’re going through.
Instead of how it costs to get the gas to go to the mall for Christmas shopping.
Guys, I hope it’s all over soon.
May you have a good Christmas and please know someone cares, I do.

12-19-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For all the guys in Saudi Arabia during Christmas 1990.

They Are Fighting

The guys are fighting for us.
There may be no bombs falling,
But there are children crying for their daddys,
And wives in tears over having their husbands gone.
They have no way to kiss their families for Christmas.
And their mother’s are heart stricken for their safety.
All those friends and loved ones that are separated like this,
Are not doing it to party.
They are already fighting in their hearts.
That’s why they’re over there.
They’re defending their country just by being over there.
How can you say they’re not fighting?
Can’t you see they are already at war?
And they are fighting for you.
God be with them.
They need Him.

12-19-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: For the souls in Saudi Arabia at Christmas 1990

FEELING DOWN

I feel so sad, and I don’t know why.
But I just know that I do.
It’s like somebody died.
Who? – I don’t know.
Why? – I don’t know.
Where? – I don’t know!
Being so depressed… it’s boring.
Being so bored… it’s depressing.
Yet it seems as though it would be useless to socialize.
I feel as though nothing could make me smile.
Like it would be one big terrible lie to even try.
I’m so sad. I don’t know why.
I only know that I am. I’m sorry.
But it is human too.

12-17-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. – Psalm 34:18 KJV
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. – Psalm 51:17 KJV
For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones. – Isaiah 57:15 KJV
For all those things hath mine hand made, and all those things have been, saith the Lord: but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word. – Isaiah 66:2 KJV

Walk Down Wedding Lane

Drifted apart upon the ocean,
No one knew we were lost.
The storm ripped us in two.
Our lives would be the cost.
Months have passed since the time
That the ocean made its fight.
Our bodies drift in tides of love,
And in view of someone’s sight.
They called the local authority
And reported that they had found
Two bodies washed upon the sands,
and noticed our hands were bound.
They came and checked it all out,
And identified our bodies too.
They found that we were married,
And our lives were fresh and new.
The wedding rings has washed away,
But we were still in ropes
From where we had been cutting up
And making silly jokes.
Our honeymoon was our farewell
To the world from our marriage.
The ocean was our residing place,
A place we always cherished.

12-12-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire