The song, Praise the Lord, says it all, and says it much better than I could:
When you’re up against a struggle, that shatters all your dreams… 
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Archive for March, 2015
What Are You Standing In?
Got Cats?
Cat and dog lovers alike will enjoy this little story. It’s mostly true, too. Except, the cat doesn’t talk, and didn’t tell the story. Enjoy!
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These Are the Days
Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end. We’d sing and dance forever and a day. Many of 
us—both young and old—can relate to the chorus of the song above, Those Were the Days, My Friend. Read the rest of this entry »
Wherever You Are
We lived in a little out-of-the-way place on Lake Travis called Spicewood Beach for
almost ten years, and though some days were awesome (the majority of them), some were better than others, some were not so good, and some were pretty bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time. Read the rest of this entry »
Worlds Apart
We all have emotions and, too often, we try to keep them hidden from others. When we do that, we are, in 
effect, focusing on the cause of those negative emotions and allowing the situation to cause us harm. The good news is, this can be true of good feelings as well as bad. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m Not Sad, but…
This is a melancholy sort of poem, but just so y’all know, I’m not sad. In fact, I am very much at peace and I have great hope for the future. I do, however, often look longingly at the way things used to be. I think we all tend to do that. It’s spring. Be happy.
Those Times Ago
Eyes closed, I smiled and imagined
A full moon hanging low in the sky
Looking like a shiny pearl button
On a dandy cowboy’s shirt
Sequin stars glittered
On a blouse of blue-black silk
While in the distance cattle lowed
And coyotes yipped and howled
When I opened my eyes
It all faded to cold hard truth
The hot dry grass on my neck
And burning tears I wouldn’t let fall
City traffic whirred nearby
Distant sirens pierced the night
A neighbor screamed angrily
At her laughing children
I gazed up at the dingy sky
Closed my eyes and tried to recall
Those times so long ago
When hope still lived within me
Times when stars twinkled
The man in the moon smiled
And parents, tired from their day
Murmured and chuckled softly
Gliding in the old wooden swing on the porch
Smiling, looking forward to tomorrow
While in the moon-shadow of a tree
Children tittered secret laughter
I wondered when the world had changed
And wished we could go back
To when life was simple; those times ago
When hope was more than just a word
Copyright © 2011 C. Mashburn
The Devil Couldn’t Hold Him
A friend of mine tells me he went so far into the darkness he thought he’d never see the 
light again. But he did, and his escape was nothing short of a miracle. He still struggles with the desires and addictions of his past, and I’ve assured him he’s not alone in that aspect. No matter how far removed from our sordid past we might be, the old things and Satan will continue the fight to get us back. Read the rest of this entry »
Is Bad the New Good?
Unfortunately, it’s not all good these days, and bad seems to be running rampant. In
fact, it seems bad has become not only acceptable, but a desirable badge of honor. Too often, bad behavior is generally approved of, while good behavior is often condemned. Read the rest of this entry »
Turn It Off
“Back in the day”, many TV shows proudly displayed wholesome family values, but the
trend now seems to be to mock and make fun of what we once took pride in and sought to emulate. Read the rest of this entry »
It Was Right There!
I like to do jigsaw puzzles, and sometimes the colors are so similar it’s hard to know 
which piece goes where. And then, there’s always that one piece that’s missing! Read the rest of this entry »
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