WHEN I GROW UP

WHEN I GROW UP

When I grow up...
I want to be hooked on drugs..
I want to beat up my Father...
And act like a thug


I want to steal from my parents...
I want to steal from my friends...
Heck I'll take money from Grandma..
Who will care in the end?

A New Day Dawns

With the passing of my husband last year, I found myself in a whirlwind of emotions that changed from day to day, sometimes hour to hour. My husband’s promotion to heaven was not unexpected and in some respects I had been prepared―but not near as prepared as I thought. After fifty years of marriage and ministry together, it was a wrench to the spirit and soul to be separated.