I'm a Poet and Didn't Know it!

As I lay in bed
I listen to the sounds of thunder
I synchronize my heart beats
to the beat of rain
My heart breaks with the crack of lightening
The inner peace I previously felt
is shattered by annoyance

Years and years ago I had an English class that spent a small portion of time on writing poetry. I was horrible! I just couldn't rhyme or be emotional or anything. A few years after high school I made an attempt to read and write poetry, but I just never understood it or fully grasped it's point. The story behind the above poem, in case no one gets the true emotion of the poem, goes like this...

Last night I was determined to go to bed at a decent hour, it was 1045. I was excited and thrilled to go to bed with a storm rolling in. I just love the sounds of a storm! As I snuggled in to my cozy bed, so comfortable and ready to fall quickly asleep, I heard a noise that was not the noise of a storm. Boom...ba da boom, da da tadada, Boom...da da boom, da da tadada...repeated over and over and over and over and over and over....I think you get the point. These were the first external sounds that filled my ears since living in our new place. My impression of having quiet neighbors was boomed right out of existence. I did all within my mental power to block the annoyance and focus on the whir of my fan or even better, the rarity of natures rhythmic percussion. Nothing worked.

The annoyance continued for 45 more minutes! Before I knew it I was falling asleep way beyond a reasonable time to go to bed and barely even had the chance to truly enjoy the rare storm.

So, before falling off to sleep I wrote the above poem. And that was when it occurred to me. Poetry only makes sense to the author of the poem. Take my poem for example, the reader would probably think I was saying the storm was annoying. Well, now you know...neighbors are annoying.

In conclusion,

As I lay listening to the sounds of a soothing storm announcing Autumn is near,
neighbors are listening to the sounds of bad rhythm and drinking beer.

How's that for rhyming?

God does hear us

We moved into a house that is 2 blocks from our children's school full knowing that the first grade was FULL. Lydia was number 3 on the waiting list. We were planning to home school her (because they wanted to bus her to a different school that was 4 miles away) until the school notified us of an opening. Lydia was devastated by this news. She was truly heart broken. She was also very mature about it and agreed to work hard from home so that when she could join her class she would be on top.

As a family we have been praying that Heavenly Father would bless Lydia to start school on the first day with her sister and the other children. In secret I pleaded with Heavenly Father to know the thoughts and feelings of my 6 year old child. I told Heavenly Father that I knew that with Him, nothing was impossible. I knew that if it was His will, 3 families with first graders would have already moved or would be moving.

Today, just moments ago, I received a call from the school. She informed me that they received notice that 3 first graders had moved and that Lydia would be starting school along with all the other children! Right then and there while on the phone with the secretary I got choked up and could have cried. Not because Lydia's attending public school was so important to me, but because attending school with the other children was important to Lydia. I am so emotional because Heavenly Father KNOWS and LOVES my precious child, HIS child. He HEARS and ANSWERS prayers of the young and old!

For with God NOTHING shall be impossible! Luke 1:37