|helping my dad|
|playing outside - lived at 1190 Inkster Blvd.|
|With my siblings (1997)|
(as you look at the picture: Brian, Mary-Ann, Tim, Heather and me)
|me and my girls, Ashley and Leah (2009)|
You are my friend and my worst enemy.
You grow me, mature me, bring wisdom
But you also make me feel old!
You speed by - a blurr of days...
And other times - drag along, like a wounded snail.
You've made me who I am
by giving me more teachable moments than I could count
more laughter than at times I thought I could handle
more tears than at times I could wipe
more conversations that made me depend on God.
you've brought strength,
and joy in my life.
You are my friend.
But, you've also been my worst enemy,
as you've brought
unexpected pain - strong enough to literally bring me to my knees in sorrow
unexpected and unwanted loss -
lives taken before their maturity
Young, but taken
Time ordained by God.
you've been my worst enemy
as my body ages
and NOT so gracefully I may add!
All of it losing its shape to your effects of time passing
day upon weeks
And yet, it's all the middle part to an eternal story
A middle part of continual loving and learning
of going and growing
of becoming and being
a combo of who I was
who I am
and who I will become
my life, my time
"ordained by (MY) God, before even one day came to be."
you are actually all in all