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Hurt That Lingers

There is a hurt that lingers

So deep within my soul

It’s like I’m holding on to it

Without it…don’t feel whole


I know I’ve been forgiven

For wrongs that I have done

And those done me by others

I’ve forgiven every one


So now I’m letting go today

Of sorrow that I feel

Unnecessary sorrow

So these wounds may fin’lly heal


Please help me not to look at them…

To leave them all alone

Except just for recalling them

As if a stepping stone


I pray the smile upon my face

Be genuine and real

Not just disguising pain and hurt

That deep inside I feel


I am not ruled by feelings

Though feel them, I will do

While resting in your mercy and

Your love so deep and true.


The Greatest Sinner

Forgiving is easy

For this one or that

To someone who isn’t

Wearing my hat

Forgiving another

I’ll humbly do

Sometimes it’s not easy

To start again, new.

But still it is easier

To forgive others’ wrong

But forgiving myself

It just takes so long.

If I could just see me

As that one, I see

A child of God too

Whom He has set free

Someone who the Father

Knows outside and in

Whom He has forgiven

Of every dark sin

So I am forgiving

Myself on this day

And all of my burdens

At the cross, I lay.


Chef and Bird, Sitting in a Tree..K..I..S..S..I..N..G..

Skull and crossbones

Skull and crossbones (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It has long been a suspicion of mine that Chef and I are a tiny bit too competitive with each other. We can make anything into a competition when we feel like it. Any time we have to take two vehicles somewhere, we race. Yes, irresponsible and dangerous. But fun. Chef having his own blog has been fun, too.

But today, I feel he has taken it a bit far. I woke up with a full-blown case of the flu. I feel awful. I can’t breathe, and I feel like I swallowed a porcupine whole. My body aches, and when I cough, it takes me awhile to be able to stop again. All of this, and yet, Chef showed me no mercy today even though I was in a weakened state, obviously near to death, miserable, grouchy, and in no mood to play stupid games…

He called me from work to check on me.

Me: Hello.

Chef: Hey, Birdie. How are you feeling?

Me: Like death would be an improvement.

Chef: Sorry, kid. Have you eaten anything? You need to eat.

Me: No. Let me starve…

Chef: Well, at least you get to stay in bed and recover. You kept me up all night long hacking and coughing., and I still had to get up and come to work. I can barely function today…

Me: Sorry, honey.

Chef: Seriously, Bird. I am exhausted.

Me: Well, I didn’t do this on purpose…I’m sick! I didn’t plan to keep you up all night. I was dying.

Chef: … I have to stand on my feet all day. We’re short a person around here, and I can’t get anyone in to replace her, so I’m having to do it myself. …You know, Bird, I’m getting the feeling you don’t really care…

Me: (in my most fake sincere voice) Whatever, Don. Fine. I truly apologize. I am really, really sorry I kept you up all night with my several near-death experiences, and it made your day harder…..I mean, seriously, what do you want from me here? You want to win the ‘Who Feels Worse Right Now Award’, ’cause hey, you can have it. You win! I lose! Can I go back to sleep now??

Chef: Yes, I want to win that one, and the I’m Employed and You’re Not one too.

Me: I’m hanging up on you now..You probably had better hope I die….

Chef: I really am sorry you feel like shit. I’ll bring you home some soup…

Me: I hope I’m contagious, and I infect you, then you will die too…preferbly at work…

Chef: I love you, too.

And with that little offering, I’m going to sleep…Have a nice day!

— Bird


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