Day 12 - Trust

Trust...???

Relationships are based on trust
Surely...
Can there be a connection
Unless...
A coming together
Bonding...
A future shared
Without...
Trust

Day 12:  12th April, 12th Poem.

Can't believe I'm keeping up with the challenge. This poem is a little reflection on life in our large family.
There were many times when we were in need and the right item just "turned up".  It was amazing , well , miraculous really.            


     Coats

The winter - cold - children growing fast                                                                       

Coats not fitting - money short - a silent prayer.

Next morning early - on the doorstep                                                            

A black bag -  future hope.                                          

With expectant gratitude, we crowd around the gift-                                            

Ah, shoes for the youngest - and - trousers for the boys                                           

And -  wait - yes, two coats for the girls                                                  

Just the right size - in favourite colours.                                              

It continues to surprise,                                                

Divine providence    

Moving????

Will We Ever Move.

Or are we doomed to be in limbo for the rest of our days?
The sun is shining  and the sky is a gorgeous blue. But the storms of anxiety are rolling around our castle.
So frustrating this moving. Waiting on dates and people to commit to times they've already committed to. Way up there on the stress scale they say. I didn't think that we would be that bad. I mean, after all, we have a pretty easy job to do with no small children and lots of time . But it is getting to me big time. Tears are held back, but then gush forth at the slightest upset which is in no proportion at all to the small irritation. I am a mad woman.
Will I ever get my peace back? Will we ever walk through the door of that "other" house that should become our home??
But then I remember:
St Padre Pio :  "Pray , trust and don't worry..."
Although it's easier said than done, it does help and makes a lot of sense.
God has everything in hand .
So, off I go to start the day, with head held high and a spring in my step because I know that God loves me.

Next time I'll bring you a poem.  Don't go away now...
See you soon....