From




From California to Washington, D.C.

From mother to grandmother rejoicing.

From silent worshipper to singing sister. 

From friendless, lonely to friends, bonded sisters, content. 

From wife and partner to full-time caregiver. 

From full-time caregiver to rejoicing wife of a healed husband. 

From saying I am a child of God to declaring myself as DAUGHTER OF THE KING!

From fighting fear to standing firm. 

From deadly diagnosis to healing and life. 

From one moment to eternity. 

Comments

  1. CaregivertessAugust 6, 2021 at 8:29 AM

    Beautiful poem. Short and sweet. I loved it!
    Terri
    #5 FMF

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  2. More Fruit Less NutsAugust 6, 2021 at 8:34 AM

    Wow amazing God is so Good. Life healed. You are truly a daughter of a king. God bless fmf #2

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  3. AndrewAugust 6, 2021 at 12:57 PM

    I wish that I could write like you,
    you faith shines clear in bright bold strength,
    and something else I noticed too:
    you needed not go on at length
    'bout confidence and healing
    and caregiving's harsh fearsome toll,
    but in brevity you show the feeling
    and make it, for the reader whole.
    But me, alas...my words don't know
    teamwork, and how to prevail,
    so on excursions wild they go,
    each chasing own elusive tail,
    and so I stand in humble awe
    of the grace in which your words I saw.

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  4. Barb HAugust 7, 2021 at 7:27 AM

    What a wonderful journey. You're truly blessed.

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  5. SkatMomAugust 8, 2021 at 5:00 PM

    Wow! I love your froms and tos. Just lovely and praise the Lord!

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