Happy birthday, Grandma

Another year has gone

It’s hard to think you’ve been away

Already for so long

Life just kept moving forward

Though sometimes

I begged for it to stop

Just so I could remember

I loved the way you’d whisper

“Jesus I need you”

You’d hold my hand while driving

Though that’s not what teenagers usually do

Your laugh was full of life

Even when life was hard

You were always strong for others

You were always strong for me

You tried to teach me a lot

Like sewing, crocheting, piano playing

I didn’t pay attention often

But maybe more than you were thinking 

You taught me to be selfless

To never, ever quit

You gave…

…and gave…

…and gave

Until all was gone

It’s because of you I’m here

You always took care of me

I thought we’d always be together

I never thought you’d have to leave

But God’s ways are higher than mine

You taught me to trust Him

You told me HE would never leave

And, Grandma…

You were right

So thank you for the legacy

That you have left behind

No matter what time passes

You’ll be always

In my heart and in my mind

Happy birthday in heaven to my precious Grandma Marie. Your legacy lives on. Nearly 10 years laterI’m still singing with all my heart – “Save a place for me. I’ll be there soon.” I love youGrandma. 

♥️ Your baby girl, Kelsi Marie

Love –
such a small word.
Only 4 letters,

But, oh the meanings
and expectations
and preconceived notions
that it can hold.

To some love is laughter
and fun all the time.
To some love is long talks
and long walks
and always seeing eye-to-eye.

Yet, to some,
love is cruel and unfair and unkind;
a force to be reckoned with,
a lonely, dark night;
a place where all fear and all guilt and all pain
is proudly displayed
as if it’s some kind of game.

But somewhere in the middle
of grand fairytales and imagined horror
is the sweet, gentle current of love
– real love –
though many don’t know it.

While walking and talking with love,
you might find,
those fears, guilts, and pains
just seem to subside.

Though love won’t let you
stay as you are,
it comes in and
gently requests residence.

Sooner or later, you’ll find
where once was a broken
mess of a soul,
afraid of loving and letting go,
love swept softly and kindly
through sorrows and griefs,
and said, “You are mine –
I’m in it for keeps.”

Kelsi Curry © 2019

My hands and feet look shackled
But my spirit cries, “I’m free”
My body wracks with pain
Yet, my spirit cries, “I’m free”

The world looks on in wonder
They mock, and laugh, and scorn
All the more my spirit cries
Again and forevermore
“I’m free”

My home seems like a prison
But, my spirit cries, “I’m free”
Life may be unfair
Yet my spirit cries, “I’m free”

Sometimes the road seems long
And I can’t always find my way
But when I lack the faith
Jesus whispers
“You are free”

Not by might, nor by your power
Can you say, “I am free”
But it’s by the blood of Jesus
That your spirit cries, “I’m free”

So shake the shackles off
Defy pain, and shame, and fear
And don’t you worry about tomorrow
Because forever
You are free

Kelsi Morrell © 2019