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Winter, Growing up and different life

***Growing up***

Life was different
from then to now.
You can get away
with things easily.

Now were older and more mature,
we do more and bigger stuff that goes around.
And sometimes people don’t get away with
things fast like they used to.

I do more stuff now,
than when I was little.
When your younger less stuff
go on in your life, you barely do chores,
homework, or even dealing with stress.

We get stressed a lot about
school, especially homework.
It ruins your fun day.

Decisions are more complicated,
sometimes it can be a big deal for people,
because they don’t know what to do.

You have more feelings about everything,
about your family,
friends,
animals,
cousins,
aunt’s uncles.

Why does this world half to be
so big for us?
Why can’t it stay the same?

I don’t want to grow up fast,
I want my life to be the same as it was
when I was younger.

When your little your parents
basically did all the work for you,
rocked me to sleep,
read me stories,
tells me about my future.

But now I can do all that,
I’m a big kid and I can prove it
to the world, and the world coming to me.

Why can’t it all be the same,
instead of changing everyday or even every year?

Why can’t we all go back in
our own little world, with our own little rules.

– RiRi S…
Sunrise 2 @ Indian Creek Recreation Area, Wood...

Sunrise 2 @ Indian Creek Recreation Area, Woodworth, Louisiana (Photo credit: finchlake2000)

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  • Laugh Everyday (totravelandbeyond.wordpress.com)
    Laughing is truly the best medicine. I have been contemplating getting a tattoo of the word laugh because it means a lot to me. The best way to make me feel better when I am upset is to make me laugh. Laughing reminds me of all of the great times in my life, and makes me reminisce about the great memories I have with such wonderful friends and family. For the letter L, I am going to post one of my favorite stories, one that I continue to laugh at for hours and reminds me of one of my favorite people.
  • After A Harsh Winter, Salvage Your Plants And Gardens With These Tips (athomesense.com)
    With the arrival of spring — at least on the calendar, even in places where snow has barely melted — one of the first outdoor chores for home gardeners is to assess winter damage to their gardens. Some plants will no doubt have mushy or brittle stems, discolored leaves, or burned buds, leading many to ask: Is that plant dead?Looks can be deceiving. Just because stems and foliage are unsightly doesn’t mean the entire plant is kaput.
  • No Guilt (witchsjourney.wordpress.com)
    My parents wanted us to respect them, to listen to them, but we’d never had to call them that. So there was no way in hell that this woman, who me and my sister despised, was going to get us to call her ‘ma’am’, no matter what she tried. Luckily that got nixed. But then she started in with other rules. Like when I was supposed to take showers (every morning, 6am – no other time according to her), what I was supposed to eat (I’m vegetarian – she thought I should go on a diet – the one that limits how much fruit you can eat), when and how I was supposed to do my homework. Basically, like I said, she’s psychotic.
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    I could have saved myself a lot of trouble by doing what my sister did. My sister survived this psychotic woman’s nightmare mentality by playing nice. She would be nice, get the woman to take her shopping for clothing, go out and get manicures, do pottery at a shop…generally just playing a game. I can’t do that. I don’t play games. I get in your face, I scream, I don’t do lying and shadow-games. We’re different, my sister and I. The truth is – I don’t understand normal social interactions or dynamics. I can’t play the kind of games my sister did. There’s just no way for me to do it. I never could understand how my sister could play the games and get along the way she did, I still don’t.
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    After all, I’m not going to feel guilt over some other person’s stupid choices. I’m going to be happy that I’m free.
  • Holy Week hostage (rappler.com)
    As the country comes to a grinding halt on account of the annual Holy Week, I am transported back to an incident that may have sparked my fervent call for secularism, especially where government and public service are concerned.An incident that took place several decades ago (OK, the fact that I can say this means I am officially old) was brought back to my consciousness while Art and I were thinking of our schedule for the upcoming Holy Week. 
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I said God it hurts

I said God it hurts
and God said yes I know

Sexta/Viernes/Friday-POSER-Deus - Dios - God

Sexta/Viernes/Friday-Poser-Deus – Dios – God (Photo credit: Caio Basilio)

I said God I cry a lot
God said that’s why I gave you tears

I said God im alone
God said that’s why I gave you loved one’s

I said God im sad
God said that’s why I gave you emotions

I said God im bored
God said that’s why I gave you a life

I said God it hurts
and God responded with I Know

– RiRi S…

RiRi S…  loves writing poems about any topic. Whatever her heart feels she writes down. She has been writing ever since she was in 7th/8th grade.

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  • God in my … (helenblogs.com)
    ‘God in my hoping, there in my dreaming
    God in my watching, God in my waiting
    God in my laughing, there in my weeping
    God in my hurting, God in my healingBe my everything, be my everything’ – (Tim Hughes)
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    I must be known as the ‘weeping woman’ in church for my inability to go and not cry (although I have managed a couple of services lately!).Anyway, its a really powerful song. One thats been sung a couple of times in the church Im at now since I’ve been there. And I’ve always had to leave. Just like I’ve always had to leave when a couple of other songs are sung. Because I’ve been unable to cope with the words. I’ve been unable to cope with what they mean. I can’t open my mouth to sing them (if I’m not much else, I’m not a hypocrite, so I aint gonna sing something I don’t believe) and I could not even bear to sit and listen to them. When my brain overloads or something gets too close to the bone my default reaction is to run away – hence always leaving the services.
  • Where Is God In Tragedy? (oakgrovepastor.org)
    In the wake of the latest natural disaster, the tornado in Moore, OK, the “explanations” for why it happened invariably start to come out again.  As a pastor, as a Christian, and just as a human being, I find many of these “explanations” not only unhelpful, but downright harmful.  Explanations such as God’s will or punishment for sin will be thrown out there, maybe because they are so simple, maybe because folks actually believe it is God’s will to kill innocent children.  I remember the claims that Katrina was punishment for the sin of New Orleans, but none of those people making that claim could ever explain why homes of the poor were destroyed while the French Quarter was spared. Jesus, by the way, rejected such notions.The better and more helpful question, I think, comes when someone will ask me, “Well, if it wasn’t God’s will, then where was God in this situation?”  I am reminded of a story told to me by one of my pastoral mentors and good friend, the late Rev. Guss Shelly.
  • Tell me true, tell me why … (atpaulwaters.wordpress.com)
    Because we don’t care. We would rather fight and torture and kill each other than admit that we needed God. And even when we have admitted it, we have often carried on fighting and killing. Not you personally, of course. You’re not like that – and neither am I. Except sometimes. Ever told a half-truth to get out of trouble? Ever thrown the charity appeal envelope straight in the waste paper without reading it? Ever got bored by all the tragic stories on the nine o’ clock news?
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    What Jesus did when he died on the cross was to show us God’s eternal pain. In fact, in some way beyond our comprehension, he actually bore God’s pain, then and there. All the centuries of hate and spitefulness and petty selfishness that is human history. All that, concentrated into a few hours of human time. All that, to cry out to his tormentors – all of us – “I forgive you. I love you. What are you going to do with my love?”
  • Is our Suffering God Tearing us to Pieces to Build us Back up? (chronicillnesspaindevotionals.wordpress.com)
    How does one make sense of the scriptures where it says God will inflict trouble or suffering on us? Lisa shares her perspective of this in her own life of chronic illness and pain.
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    Someone recently gave me a kind compliment on my endurance and faith and I replied “It is called ‘face-plant faith’ when you are on your knees–spiritually–every moment.”
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    He knew before we were born that our life would have seasons of joy and seasons of tears and He knew every cause of them. God is much more interested in cleaning us out than cleaning us up. He debrides us, layer by layer by layer.And it hurts. It hurts more than anything we will ever go through. But we gradually depend on less on our own strength and more of His. The layers of sin get skimmed off in the fire and yet we still do not get burned. He may withdraw His protection at times, but never His presence.
  • Grateful (nikkisparrow.wordpress.com)
    give me strength to remove the pain of my emotions and the possibility of failureyou can do thisthey said

    you can make it

    they repeated

    you will fail

    they meant

    but giving up is what i did not do…

    now I am here, smiling

    because you never gave up on me

    God

  • Change Is Gone Come (thebeautywithinhim.wordpress.com)
    There are times when we do not have the pleasure of being in our home and have to dwell outside with the storm at full speed. There’s stituations that are so bad you feel like it is the end. You might not even want to call on God. Well here’s some news. The storm might just be starting, but don’t allow the storm to tell you it’s over. Yeah, it may look spooky and make you want to feel a little depressed but we serve an awesome God. If you have ever walked in rain with glasses, you know the smartest thing to do is to wipe them or take them off so you can see a little better. Take off the worries and the fears you have about the storm. Allow God to be your glasses. He will show you where to go and what you need to get out of the storm. With God nothing is scary.
  • Fear (peacefulwife.com)
    I don’t often quote Dr. Phil. But he has a saying, “What I fear, I create.” This is so true!
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    I may be so desperate to try to get my husband to affirm me and build me up that I come across as a black hole and unending pit of need instead of being confident in Christ. I can actually make it much harder for him to love me when I make “feeling loved by my husband” or my husband into the most important thing in my life (an idol).
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    Fear is unbelief in God. Fear is the opposite of faith. We have fear when we are trusting ourselves not God.
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    Fear is not an innocent emotion – it is a theological declaration of what we believe to be true about God and ourselves. It declares to us and everyone around us that we do not trust God, we do not believe God is who He says He is and that we are not claiming God’s victory, power, promises and His Word.
  • 6 Ways to Worship God Outside of Church (selahfortoday.wordpress.com)
    God is worthy of worship through the duration of our days. Oftentimes it’s difficult to unravel how this works outside of our church attendance on Sundays. However, God has crafted our souls, designed our world, and granted us every tool necessary to worship him whenever, wherever, and basically, however.
  • The Matter Of The Heart (shellykropp.wordpress.com)
    Even with the things that did actually happen to me, I never really acknowledged the sensitivity of my heart. I didn’t realize how much things really affected me. I thought that I was immune to them.It wasn’t until recently that I discovered that my heart was overwhelmed, even hurting. This time though it wasn’t due to watching a movie or a commercial it was due to people. My heart had been collecting hurtful words that were spoken to me and recording the painful actions that others had done to me. I was feeling like I was not valued, not respected, rejected, taken advantage of, not good enough, and not worth the time or effort to be with. My heart was even taking other people’s hurts upon it.  My heart was holding it all in, allowing hurt upon hurt, wound upon wound, to build up on the inside. Pretty soon, I began to notice that I was starting to feel angry at what people had done. Sometimes, I even felt bitter. Thus, the struggle had begun. I knew that it wasn’t right to be feeling this way. I was supposed to be loving people and I didn’t want to. I thought if I don’t deal with this I am going to be in a world of hurt.
  • Attempting to answer a difficult question (triggermanblog.wordpress.com)
    While some emotion may be referenced, it doesn’t control the argument, but is informed by the argument. They also avoid hypocritical points: they don’t take the other’s position while, at the same time tearing it down. Arguments attempt to capture the idea of one point while not misrepresenting the other’s point.
    Often, especially in those arguments where the God of Christianity, the God of the Bible are called into question, all of those objectives of good, logical argumentation get tossed out by one side in order to launch an attack.
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