Survivor Mode Post #2

This week I thought I would focus on this poem I wrote several years ago for our church's holiday booklet. It gives you some information and insight into my life growing up in the Midwest in the 60's and 70's.


My family has always held dear the hope that a loving God was with us always.

A gentle steady faith from deep within.
Ever hopeful, not hopeless even in the darkest days,
Our hope for good to prevail with strong faith,
Loving family and church to guide us along the way.

Hope for God's good favor through times of family barbecues with hand-cranked ice cream, beautiful crops, plentiful gardens, cool spring water to drink,
Clean clothes to wear, darned socks and resoled shoes, money enough to purchase eye glasses for all.

Hope also filled our hearts through tough times as well.
Hard times of born-too-soon babies,
Frail of body but fierce in spirit.
Hope filled fervent prayers to welcome them to the growing family.

Hope for miracles actualized when God's hand formed bone from nothing;
Finally enabling a young boy to Stand and Walk.
No longer using strong arms to drag useless legs behind him
And experts at long last arriving at a diagnosis allowing my brother to flourish
And live a full life.

As the years went by my family remained hopeful,
With lives full of family, friends and church - even as we scattered across the land.

But we have banded together again in recent years hopeful, agonizingly praying for the loss of another so we could have a few extra years with our beloved patriarch.

This year as we approach the birth of Jesus we have come full circle.
Rallying around a mother's only daughter.
Once again frail of body, but hope filled and awesome in spirit.
Diligently trying to make her way back into the family fold.

My family still is very close - in distance and spirit - minus my father who passed in 2000. My family visits me often, and so in that way I still feel included. Have a great week. I'll be back and hope you will be too.

Darci

Survivor Mode Post #2

This week I thought I would focus on this poem I wrote several years ago for our church's holiday booklet. It gives you some information and insight into my life growing up in the Midwest in the 60's and 70's.

My family has always held dear the hope that a loving God was with us always.
A gentle steady faith from deep within.

Ever hopeful, not hopeless even in the darkest days,

Our hope for good to prevail with strong faith,

Loving family and church to guide us along the way.

Hope for God's good favor through times of family barbecues with hand-cranked ice cream, beautiful crops, plentiful gardens, cool spring water to drink,

Clean clothes to wear, darned socks and resoled shoes, money enough to purchase eye glasses for all.

Hope also filled our hearts through tough times as well.

Hard times of born-too-soon bab ies,

Frail of body but fierce in spirit.

Hope filled fervent prayers to welcome them to the growing family.

Hope for miracles actualized when God's hand formed bone from nothing;

Finally enabling a young boy to Stand and Walk.

No longer using strong arms to drag useless legs behind him

And expers at long last arriving at a diagnosis alloing my brother to flourish

And live a full life.

As the years went by my family remained hopeful.

With lives full of family, friends and church - even aas we scattered across the land.

But we have banded together again in recent years hopeful, agonizingly praying for the loss of another so we could have a few extra years with our beloved patriarch.

This year as we approach the birth of Jesus we have come full circle.

Rallying around a mother's only daughter.

Once againi frail of body, but hope filled and awesome in spirit.

Diligently trying to make her way back into the family fold.

Survivor Mode: First Post

Survivor Mode: First Post: "Hi Fellow Bloggers! This is my first attempt at doing a blog, so I'm a little nervous, but excited too! Forgive me if I make any mistakes. ..."

First Post

Hi Fellow Bloggers! This is my first attempt at doing a blog, so I'm a little nervous, but excited too! Forgive me if I make any mistakes.

My name is Darci and I grew up in the Midwest, but have lived in the Southwest since 1993. I'm divorced and have no children. My Mother and three brothers live in the same town nearby me. I just turned 52 years old and live in a medical facility.

My blog will be threefold: The first thing I will write about is my life (like many others). I'll try to leave the boring bits out! I will tell my tales using stories, prose and poetry.

The second thing I will be writing about will be random thoughts and commentaries about life in general, lessons learned in my life, and current events.

The third focus of my blog will be about my life in a medical facility. They're not just for the elderly, people! I have lived in hospitals or medical facilities since just before I turned 48. I've lived at my current facility for three years. It's been a very bumpy ride my whole life really, but I'm still here!

I plan on doing a weekly blog, depending on my health. I hope that you will find my entries thoughtful and interesting. Thanks for taking time to read my first offering. Hope you will stop by again next week.