Tag: memories

Our Church Trip

On By gaillovesgodIn 2003Leave a comment

Our church trip was so fun!
The fellowship was such a gift.
The voices, laughter, and smiles
Gave me such a needed lift.
The cookies, the brownies, the joke,
The chance to share and grow,
The opportunity to spend some time
And learn of others what I did not know.
The drive, the bus, the bumpy ride itself,
Was something we’ll never forget.
And to share in growing with God
Was certainly the greatest blessing yet.
The sermon, the songs, the meals,
And browsing through the bookstore.
To share this all with our busy Pastor & wife
Was a blessing all the more.
Returning from out trip and day so long,
We are glad to make it end.
Thank You, Lord, for blessing my son and I.
We would gladly go again.

8-10-2003 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: our first Sword of the Lord Conference trip
With our church Temple Baptist

God, I Still Cry!

On By gaillovesgodIn 2000Leave a comment

God, I still cry.
I know it’s been awhile.
I know I can be strong.
I know You’re with me.
But I still cry.
I know all my friends care.
I know all are tired of my tears.
I know the pain will go away.
I know I will love again.
I know I am loved by many.
I know I am loved by You.
But I still cry.
Pain and memories that I have created myself,
The consequences of my sin,
The price of my disobedience.
A part of me that I will never forget.
That only You and I can know.
Yet the strength that makes me stronger.
But I still cry.
Maybe someday this heartache
Will not even be a memory.
Maybe someday I’ll completely forget.
I will even smile.
But till then I still cry.
And until I am with You,
From time to time,
There will always be a reason I still cry.

4-29-2000 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Lord and Savior!! My Father in Heaven!!

Tragedy Is Building A Strong Soul

On By gaillovesgodIn 1999Leave a comment

Tragedy implanted into a heart of strength,
A heart so compassionate and true,
Always considerate of others,
And dedicated to following a Savior too.
Love tries to mend what has been done,
But the truth that God reminds us
Is pain and memories have been grounded
And will always be a part of the heart
To ensure avoiding a repeat.
Ugliness along the way touches others.
A soul is seeking to survive the pain.
Love and more love, and plenty of patience
Is what the afflicted soul will need.
For God will renew the heart with strength
Built uniquely from that tragedy.
And when the soul stands up,
There will be no tearing down
What God has built so strong.

9-22-1999 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Childhood Experiences

On By gaillovesgodIn 1994Leave a comment

Childhood experiences are not my particularly favorite thing to write about.
I can’t remember most,
And those I can make me remember things
That can take the life I’ve gained and come to love
After all I’ve seen and been through.
I would rather be happy and write encouraging things.
It is a whole new experience for me and I’m doing OK in getting started.
But I do want to remember who I am, where I came from,
What I’ve come through and what I’m all about.
If you must see those other writings I’ve written for years,
I have hundreds at home that I have shared with others for years, including me.

The two most memorable memories right now are:

When my granddad saved me when I fell out of a moving car.
I was mad because my brother wouldn’t tie my pretty new shoes, and I didn’t know how..
So I thought I would be smart by opening the door and ended up falling out.
Naturally, I claimed the door was locked.

The other is when my grandfather rewarded me
For doing well in a spelling bee and for being strong.
In the 2nd grade city/county finals,
I came in sixth place, and a girl from my school came in second.
She cried and I didn’t
(even though she got a medal necklace and her name in paper),
So my granddad still gave me $5.00,
With which my mom bought me a huge burger with purple onions.
This was really cool because purple was my favorite color,
And the burger was so big,
It was hard to fit in my mouth,

3-17-1994 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A challenge to write on childhood experiences

The Reason

On By gaillovesgodIn 1990Leave a comment

Sometimes it feels like the secrets I hide
Are the only things I have left to share,
And that when I confess them,
No one will have a reason to care.
It seems as though everyone is
Out to discover your memories,
Trying to understand your pain,
Believing they’ll fulfill your needs,
But every time you trust in one,
You’re soon betrayed.
And then they open the door
From which you friendship was made,
Soon again you’re left alone
With no one there to care.
And all your secrets are stolen,
Gaining more heartache to bear.
So when you ask me why it’s hard,
To open up to you,
It’s because i’m afraid to release
The memories I hold onto.

10-10-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: written for Carolyn’s book.
God is my hero.

 

Cemetery of Love

On By gaillovesgodIn 1990Leave a comment

Graveyards are a memory
For those who know of love.
And every tombstone in the yard,
Is a sign of giving up.
Every piece of grass that grows
Over a fresh dug grave
Is a sign of peace and serenity
For one who was so brave.
And all the flowers blooming in spring
And dying in late night fall
Are reminders of a soul at rest
Who gave their heart to all.
So why is it I turn away
As if it’s bad to see?
For this is where I long to lay,
Yet am too afraid to be.

9-25-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. I miss you! I love you! Still!!
PSS… God is my hero.
I am so thankful for God allowing me things to be so different now.

Surviving the Knife

On By gaillovesgodIn 1990Leave a comment

Knives,
The wound invention.
Scarred,
There’s no prevention.
Memories,
Unnecessary reminders.
Tragedies,
The unbreakable binders.
Blood,
The tears of a heart.
Sweat,
From fighting so hard.
Screams,
The voice of the weak,
Tears,
A soul with a leak.
Aching,
A natural way of life.
Surviving,
By holding the knife.

9-16-1990 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero

LEAKING WITHIN

On By gaillovesgodIn 1990Leave a comment

Only through the page I write
Can I be expressed.
I’ve tried to love the others right,
But did not give my best.
I’ve tried to stop them walking away,
But somehow pushed them out.
I’d try to stop the memories,
But my heart would be in drought.
It’s just another way for life
To show us that we’re weak,
That though we swear we may be strong,
We always have a leak.
Understand my little cry,
Through which I cannot voice.
I’d try to walk away in vain,
But do not have a choice.

8-5-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

KELLY

On By gaillovesgodIn 1987Leave a comment

K elly is this friend of mine.
E verything she does blows your mind.
L ife is better with people like her.
L iving like it’s forever.
Y ou should meet her sometime.

6-1-1987 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Friends use to challenge me to write a poem about them using the letters that spell their name. This was for my dear friend Kelly who was also my neighbor.
Sadly, she moved away and we lost contact.

Lost Love, Yet Gained Friend

On By gaillovesgodIn 1985Leave a comment

When your world has lost its reason,
There is always a new coming season.
Life wouldn’t keep going if it wasn’t true.
And life has been some good to you.
For the love you lost at least had came.
Or otherwise you wouldn’t even know their name.
Maybe it’s over, at least there was the time you had.
They’re memories to last forever, no matter good or bad.
How you look at them is how they feel.
They’re a part of your love that’s always real.
But when it all feels bad, it’s not the end.
You may have lost your love, but you’ve gained a friend.

5-3-1985 Friday
Written by Gail brookshire
(aka Sweets)

Mixture of You and Me

On By gaillovesgodIn 2011Leave a comment

Showers, flowers, happy faces.
Exciting and adventurous places.
Cries, screams, laughter of joy.
Sounds that can annoy.
A mixture of life and misery
make it normal for you and me.
Sighs, gasps, a breath of surprise.
It’s worth seeing in your eyes.
Hang onto those memories so sweet.
Until we again meet.

11-5-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Your Mercy Is A Blessing

On By gaillovesgodIn 2003Leave a comment

How is it you forgive me so many times?
How many times will you forgive me?
I don’t deserve to be forgiven at all!
I am overwhelmed to know you have forgiven me
for even the smallest things.
I am so unworthy of you.
Thank you for loving me despite myself.
I praise you for who you are.
Your mercy is a blessing.
You make me new in you.
Thank you for remaining in me.
Yours forever.

3-29-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

My Temple Baptist Church Family

On By gaillovesgodIn 2003Leave a comment

Church family…
what does that mean to me?
In the past it has been a place of rejection,
condemnation, and a death threat every Sunday.
But there was nothing to worry about,
they only preached it on Sunday.
They never cared the rest of the week.
When I was an unwed teen mom,
it was a place I was no longer welcome.
When my son was a toddler, it became a place of love.
People were so caring… at church.
But never have I experienced the TV church family.
You know, where they come to visit,
take the kids for events,
cook and bring food over,
and the pastor himself comes to the hospital,
as well as the pastor’s wife herself!
Never… till now!
Temple Baptist Church is this church family!
They are not a televised sitcom church family.
They are MY church family… and I love them.

5-15-03 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
I am so grateful for the many loving years the Lord gave me and my son, and other family and friends at Temple! My son received his Christian schooling from 6th grade to graduation there, was a part of the P.I.T. Crew (Preacher’s in Training), and chose a Bible College from their influence and their great financial support. God bless each one, Lord. Thank You for making us a part of that permanent church family no matter where we are living or attending church! ❤

I Made Him Happy

On By gaillovesgodIn 1991Leave a comment

I made him happy and he smiled.
I was so afraid and insecure all the while.
But my love for him made me try.
I couldn’t give up and cry.
I had to see if I could
do something that was good.
So I went out searching and searched for so long.
But I couldn’t give in when things went wrong.
I just held on and believed in my love.
And sure enough found just what he would love.
What a simple task you say, to find a birthday present.
But when it’s for someone you love, you know what it really meant.
And I’m glad I kept on searching and didn’t settle for anything less,
because I know I made him happy, and to see his smile was the best!

5-7-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My son’s 3rd birthday

Continuing Losses

On By gaillovesgodIn 1991Leave a comment

Everybody is going to grow and move.
They’re finding their way to live.
They’re not even concerned with me,
or all the love I willingly give.
They’re going to carry on in life
and never see me again.
I’m so sad to know I’m going to lose
my dearest and closest friends.
I can’t go on knowing I’ll lose
every person I come to know.
I know we must live our lives,
but why must everyone have to go?
Cry, cry, and cry inside
to know they’re going away.
It’s like they’re dying over and over
when I need them most to stay.
I want to live forever with them
and share our lives together.
I can’t go on loving others
knowing no one loves forever.
It’s just so cruel to know that life
can steal our every friend.
It makes me want to make my move
and hope my world will end.

4-21-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)