A Woman’s Poem

He didn’t like the casserole
And he didn’t like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard…
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn’t perk the coffee right
He didn’t like the stew,
I didn’t mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked him…
Just like his Mother used to do.

One LINER
The secret of managing life is to keep the folks who can’t stand you away from the folks who are undecided.

Thought for the day
Psalm 63:1
“my soul thirsts for you”

My life is dry without God – my satisfaction is in God alone.