I once loved a woman named Georgia
she was different, so battered by life
So absolutely devastated by the series of losses
that God had laid upon her tiny frame.
It was all she could do to make her way to my home to help me restore some order to the choas than bachelorhood had wrought there. Help she did, and with a heart of love and a song in her mouth, she cleaned my house, did my dishes, and left behind a place that was more liveable when she was done. Who would not love such a soul, such a bright spirit in this dark world. I still have her number stored in my cell phone, though I don't know if it would ring now, if I dialed it, years after she last worked her magic in my home. So I will thank her here. Georgia, you are on my mind, sister. May God give to you a hundred times what the enemy has tried to steal. Shalom my friend, peace from on high.
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- David Edward
- Big Bear Lake, California, United States
- I am a lover of God, and I am a lover of life. My three wonderful children help me be a better man, and I consider fatherhood my most important role. These kids have made my life meaningful and filled with beauty. Nothing compares to them or gets between us. My mom lived 91 years and as youngest I was privileged to make sure she was comfortable and safe in her own home, was never alone, had plenty of friends and family coming around. She knew, before she passed away, how much we kids appreciated all she did for us over the many years. I am the youngest of five. I have ADD and it makes me fun, or irritating, depending on who you ask. Most of all I am real, so this blog has fun aspects and then serious writings, too. You get both, for one click of the mouse.
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