Puzzled by Life

Lord, today a moment happened
that made me feel like
someone had taken the pieces
of the puzzle of my life
and dumped them all over the place.
I thought the borders were secure,
and even a few areas complete.
Yet it all felt like my border
was being threatened
and my foundation scattered.
What I thought started the whole thing
became my obsession to repair any damage.
Here I thought I understood
at least where it all began.
But I must deliver the message
entrusted to me,
regardless of the validity of the source.
Lord, You are the one who
makes sense of it all.
I place all the pieces in Your hand.

4-9-15 Written by Gail Brookshire

A Single Christian Mom

A Christian mother and a single mother,
that’s what I am,
though I know that was not a part of
God’s original plan.
He had greater ideas for my son and I
before I made a mistake,
yet I know He still cares for us
and will mold us for His sake.
Each day is hard as a single Christian mom,
but each day belongs to Him,
so I will lift my praise each day
and find comfort in His hymn.

4-14-01 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Voices

Voices are a little joy that runs to you each day
Saying, Mommy, I love you” in the sweetest way.
Voices are a friend afar saying I wish I could be there.
And even on the telephone, you know they really care.
Voices are a mother calling, giving you her best,
To take a little medicine and give yourself a rest.
Voices are a father shouting for his child who made him proud,
So much he can’t control himself. He has to tell the crowd.
Voices are a lover’s whisper. to say how much he adores
The only one he’ll ever love and never want for more.
Voices are a special love, of a soothing characteristic.
Voices are of many souls. As for yours, I really miss it.

10-2-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
(published in Expressions Feb.14, 1994 Issue, page 2)
(by the grace of God)
My son’s loving little voice started this poem,
and my thinking on other loving voices.