A personal treasure found.

I love to write.  I have since I was a child.  Stories, prose, poems.  It was deeply engrained in me. 

My grandmother wrote poetry and stories, but she was my mother's stepmom.  Yet the Bible says that the Lord sets the solitary in families.  I believe it.  Our adopted daughter had so many familial characteristics. 

Several years ago, a group I was part of raised money for a trip partly by creating one of a kind Valentines.  I found this today among some things I was going through.  I remember liking the way it was back then and as I read it today, liked it again.  So, I've put it here.  You may or may not appreciate it.  That's good with me either way.  It was written and illustrated for a time and person.  Blessings.

You are my rock.

When success flowed over me like rays of sunlight, when

my accomplishments came, you stood firm while I basked in the warmth

of the moment, taking it in with joy.  You always allowed time for me to stretch out and

 savor those bright happy moments knowing that other times would come when I would need

the memories.

And when the times of trial and disappointment blew through my life, You were my rock:

a strong fortress against the wind and rain of discouragement and defeat.  You offered me a

constant place of protection where I could regain my strength and resolve and emerge again

ready to face the challenges of life.

Even as I reached for my own values and ideas, your firm, stable foundation of truth, selflessness

and integrity under girded me, sustaining my will and guiding my development. 

You are my rock.

And in this uncertain, changing world, your creative teaching and well placed example have

been like stepping stones allowing me to go on with confidence where others hesitated

or turned back.  You are my mother, my joy, my best friend. 

You are my Rock.