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I did it again, Lord,

opened my mouth

at the wrong time…

not once,

but three times.

Why did I have to say

“comb your hair”?

Why wasn’t I just happy

that he was going to church

with me?

Am I still worried about

what others think?

I thought I had

overcome that.

In retrospect,

my heart

was more disheveled

than his hair.

                                                                  (c) Frances Gregory Pasch

Welcome. Hope you enjoy today’s poem.

I’d like for things to be perfect, but I know that’s impossible. Only God is perfect.

As you can see by my poem, at times  I still slip up when I think my way is best. I should know by now that I can’t change people. The more I try, the more they resist my efforts.

Everything works out better when I leave people in God’s hands. This week I am going to make an effort to do that. I hope you will join me if you are having the same problem.

God bless you…….Fran