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Heartaches and Such

 

feel real good (3)When I was a boy, and I’d get hurt, my dad would sometimes grin and tell me, “Son, that’s gonna feel real good when it quits hurtin’.” At the time, I thought he was making light of my pain, but looking back I wonder if there wasn’t a bit of wisdom hidden in those words.

We all suffer pain, whether it be physical or emotional, and I know for certain, it will one day quit hurtin’. Because… if the pain isn’t gone by the time we leave this world, it will vanish in an instant when we rest in the loving arms of our Lord. He says it is so.

 

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4

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The Good Times

just us kids 2We weren’t poor when I was a kid. We didn’t have a lot, but we always had enough. There were bad times and good times, but we were happy for the most part. I give Mom credit for that. Read the rest of this entry »

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Come Hell or High Water

I haven’t written a short story in ages, but for some reason I’m feeling a bit creative today. I used to write a lot of them, before my good friend, Kellie Elmore, decided she wanted to be a photographer. She used to do a “Free Write Friday” on her blog, and I enjoyed the heck out of it. So here ya go! Hope you enjoy it! Read the rest of this entry »

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Laughing Horses

horseI seldom edit my poems–if that’s what they are. I’m not sure what the definition of poetry is, so I’m assuming, and you surely know what’s said about that. I put my thoughts down and toss them to the world; easy to do these days with this Internet thing we have. My thoughts are sometimes strange, and I love to picture a classroom full of students trying to figure out what I meant, or what I was trying to say. And then the one–there’s always one–mumbling, “That guy was messed up.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Sometimes We Cry

This morning, I came across this poem I wrote several years ago, and I couldn’t decide if I should re-post it. I wrote it on a day I was feeling like I wasn’t worthy of God’s love, much less anyone else’s. We all have those days, and sometimes they come down on us hard. I truly wish we could’ve known then what we know now, but… we don’t get a do-over. We do, however, get a start-over.

The reason I hesitate to post things like this, is because I want to encourage others—I feel it’s my job now—and, on the surface this doesn’t seem encouraging. But on the other hand, it is, because it encourages me—and you, I hope—to forgive ourselves our mistakes and misdeeds. God does.

I Cried a Lot Today

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Before the Internet

Ah, yes, there was life before the Internet, and most of us who were children or had children and/or grandchildren “back in the day” can relate to the following poem. I wrote it when my grandsons were about 2 and 4 years old, after watching them and my son play out the scene described. It’s written almost exactly as it happened, and it makes me smile.

boys with water hose

Photo borrowed from Google Images

 

 

A Soaking Event

 

Two little boys, dad with the hose

they watch him and scream with fright

They warn he better not squirt them

yet, secretly, hope he might

 

Dad knows the game and watches

from the corner of a knowing eye

As they dance and run and laugh

‘neath the summer sun on high

 

Just a flick of the wrist at first

 a drop of water hits a smiling face

They yell with delight, run in a circle

and then ‘round the house they race

 

Mom’s watching out the window

smiling, she watches her boys

Love in her eyes a dancing

as their laughter and glee she enjoys

 

’Round the house they come running

the hose man waiting this time

Douses them good, a soaking event

they scream and then turn on a dime

 

And so the game goes on for a while

‘til they can’t run another lap

Though exhausted they argue bravely

‘gainst the theory of afternoon nap

 

With much grumbling they lay on the mat

smiles wide, they replay the scenes

Visions of more games tomorrow

in their eyes, and then…. in their dreams

 

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

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Get it Together!

Ducks In A Row

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Get your ducks in a row, the boss yelled

You best get your stuff in one sack

Get your act together, he screamed

Or tomorrow we won’t need you back

 

Well, I had no idea what he meant

So I started to pace and fret

I don’t own any ducks, I thought

My predicament caused me to sweat

 

Noon came around and away I flew

Drove fast to the nearest mall

Purchased a book of duck tricks

And a quite expensive duck call

 

Raced out of town to the lake

Used the duck call that cost twenty bucks

Was worth it, for out of the reeds

Came a waddling, six little ducks

 

I’m quacking up, I thought to myself

For there wasn’t another soul there

I got out the book of duck tricks

And a duck act I began to prepare

 

I tried everything in the trick book

But them ducks seemed none too bright

Then the answer came suddenly to me

Above my head shone a bulb of light

 

5_Little_Ducks_Logo__12339.1439298427.328.245Drove back to the office post haste

The monkey was near off my back

Told the boss, they’re not in a row, but

Would you settle for five ducks in a sack

 

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

Pictures borrowed from Google Images

 

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