Hey all!

I have so much coming at me this coming two months. August, I am homeschooling my grandkids, holding a baby shower for my daughter who is carrying my fourth grandkid, a little boy. I am also going to Wisconsin for seven days, and in September, I am expecting my fourth grandkid, and having to go to New York. Busy for sure, but yet I am fortunate that it is a little separated in times, that all of that, is going on.

I was thinking about a friend of mine that lost her son recently, and another friend who is fighting cancer for the second time, and yet another friend who lost her father this week. It is difficult when tragedies come our way. I have such respect for those who deal with tragedies gracefully and still have the outlook that there is still much to be thankful for in their lives. I am not sure how they do that, honestly, looking at their situations. What I do know is I hope to have that same outlook should the tables turn towards me.

Sadness, death, and heartache are all part of being human and for the living. We should try always to see the good despite all the bad. Hopefully each one of us will have enough strength to. I think all the bad makes the other stuff look really better, Perhaps that is why we have to endure such things, so we can see the good. What do you think?

I will leave you with these verses

A Time for Everything

Ecclesiastes 3

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

What do workers gain from their toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet[a] no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. 13 That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. 14 I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.

15 Whatever is has already been,
    and what will be has been before;
    and God will call the past to account.[b]

16 And I saw something else under the sun:

In the place of judgment—wickedness was there,
    in the place of justice—wickedness was there.

17 I said to myself,

“God will bring into judgment
    both the righteous and the wicked,
for there will be a time for every activity,
    a time to judge every deed.”

18 I also said to myself, “As for humans, God tests them so that they may see that they are like the animals. 19 Surely the fate of human beings is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath[c]; humans have no advantage over animals. Everything is meaningless. 20 All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. 21 Who knows if the human spirit rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?”

22 So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work, because that is their lot. For who can bring them to see what will happen after them?

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I shall see you on this side of the rainbow~! MwsR

No One, by MwsR

I feel it crush me from the inside

It gives no room for comfort or relief

Constantly grinding and replaying the same way

I feel as if my chest will crumble under the weight of it all.

Looking around for one person strong enough to help

Yet never finding one

Swirling around, they are, from the winds in their own lives

Not able to grasp their own remedy, let alone mine

In one moment, things change

It can go from comfort to distress in the same minute

Sometimes, it comes as if it were a thief

Sometimes, it comes in as cold as ice

This is the life of a person torn into different frays of their life

This is how it will come, how it presents itself

No one is safe from this.

No one, not no one.

Poem, MwsR

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Torment In My Brain.  By MwsR
To many times I have let chaos be my norm

Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.

Peace was hard to have , to expect, or even see.

Why couldn’t I get some for little Ole me?

Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,

Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.

Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,

Often times that had left me in so much pain.

It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my own hand,

Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.

Will it ever end?

The silent miserable attack,

Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?

Maybe it’s like a curse, the one that holds true,

I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.



Disturbed cannot adequately describe

All this hostility, you fuel, that is hidden inside

My hands are nothing to the power of heartache

You are the one who engulfed my mistake

You sent nothing in turn for the love lost

I ,in turn, turned my feelings into cold frost

Sent away not in word, but deed

This was internal and I started to bleed

The blood pooled up around me

While you got on with your life

I gently tried to gather the broken pieces, you cut like a knife

Constant stain that always follows me

It is the bereavement of how things used to be

More jagged and sharper than I ever felt

Was the point, that made my joy melt.

Gone today, yet lingering tomorrow

Always, forever, no escape, truly ever.

Wishing it all had been a bad dream and happened , never.

MswR ❤


Heartache, Send it Away/Poem by MwsR

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With matters of the heart

Here comes heartache that smears and leaves inside a huge mark

Unaware as people are

No one notices, really

They try to function day-to-day

 Little do they know

There is no warning sign

No flashing light.

Heartache creeps in

It replaces where trust once stayed

It is almost like it packs a bag,

It is not going anywhere soon.

Little by little the changes seem

To little really to place blame

As if the heart was made of steel

People excuse that deep down, how they feel.

They don’t understand it all

Or they would run away, even crawl.

No one likes heartache, no one needs it either

It is sadly though a fact of life

Somewhere along in your own life you have had it come

It stays for a while and then some

Leaving in its place things that barely function any more,

Things like trust, like pleasure, like joy.

Sometimes it sinks into the walls of the heart

It does not hesitate at all.

 However, heartache can be put in the back of your heart, sometimes

That place where you avoid going unless something triggers it

The avoidance does not extinguish it,

All it does is give a person a little while to feel the right way again

To enjoy something that they hadn’t been

In a sort of way, it allows them to pretend.

So if you see heartache coming for a visit,

Turn it away, don’t let it stay

Show it your heart and its courage,

Its fight.

Then, and only then will you eventually be alright.