tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30983784607888545312024-02-07T05:27:04.163-05:00My spare time placeTeri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-57226006389629154782016-12-27T11:25:00.003-05:002016-12-27T11:25:18.483-05:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">A "MOTHER HEART"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">A "Mother Heart" is something only loving moms possess. It's when your babies are born and you don't care about the pain - just that you have what you've always wanted; It's when your toddler keeps you hopping and running everywhere with no thought of what you really need to do, but you are just so happy they are not sick and lying in bed instead. A mother heart is one that looks past all the hurts from the mouth of a pre-teen and thousands of "ignores" and even though the</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> mother heart cries and cares deeply, it also overlooks and makes excuses for the behavior because a mother heart is still overruled by love. A mother heart breaks during the teen years when children are "finding themselves" and you don't like what they find. Oh, it gets frustrated, angry and tender, but again, a mother heart is filled with everlasting love that is very stubborn and once they "find themselves" and settle down, all is forgiven and a brand new relationship starts. That's a mother heart. That's a heart of love. That's a heart that never stops beating for a child. And then the mother heart expands into a grandmother heart and the process begins anew - this time much stronger and more understanding. I love my mother/grandmother heart and never want it to stop beating in love! <span class="_5mfr _47e3" style="line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;"><img alt="" aria-hidden="1" class="img" height="16" src="https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v6/fe9/1/16/1f496.png" style="border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;" width="16" /><span class="_7oe" style="display: inline-block; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;">đ</span></span></span>Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-45970967556790744012014-11-18T21:49:00.001-05:002014-11-18T21:53:35.408-05:00Christmas Wishes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-73213346353048646542013-11-20T10:54:00.002-05:002013-11-20T10:54:27.375-05:00In My HomeOne day I invited Him into my home;<br />There were plenty of rooms in which to roam;<br />We began in the hallway â narrow and straight<br />He said it reminded Him of a path I should take.<br />
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I smiled and said, âI need to listen to that!â<br />He smiled too and we continued to chat.<br />Next came the living room, cluttered with books;<br />He started to weed through them, having a look.<br />
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âI canât find the one book that you should be reading;<br />Itâs the one that I wrote that youâre definitely needing.â<br />I knew what He meant and sheepishly rushed<br />To get to the Bible that was covered in dust.<br />
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My heart was discouraged, but He took my hand,<br />âYou must learn this book to be able to stand.â<br />I promised I would, and I set it aside<br />In a place close by where it still resides.<br />
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We walked to the family room, now called the den<br />âI see no family here, did you tell them and when?â<br />I hung my head, now feeling ashamed<br />Trying to think of something to blame.<br />
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âThis is my work that Iâve called you to do,â<br />Was His reply as I continued to stew.<br />âIâm sorry,â I said. âIâll try harder tomorrow.â<br />And that made me feel better about all the sorrow.<br />
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On to the kitchen, which was just ahead<br />âIs this where the hungry come to be fed?â<br />His eyes were upon me and again I could feel<br />The shame of the fact I had not shared a meal.<br />
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He put His hand on my chin and lifted my head,<br />There was no anger, but just love instead,<br />I got the message, it came strong to me.<br />âIf I do it for them, I do it for Thee.â<br />
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The room where I sleep was next on the list,<br />By now I was wondering what else I had missed.<br />He looked at the carpet next to my bed<br />And a smile appeared and then He said:<br />
<br />âI see by the dents that youâve prayed many a night.<br />I heard all of your prayers and know of your plight.<br />Today I am come to show you the way<br />Take a look at your house and make this the day.<br />
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That the rooms will be used for what I suggest<br />Youâll see answers to prayers then manifest.<br />Clean up the rooms in the home you so love<br />And I will smile down on you from above.â<br />
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With that He was gone, and not really you know,<br />For He follows me now wherever I go.<br />Iâm still cleaning house and making it shine<br />For now I know I am His and He is mine.Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-85310748796606131282013-08-25T14:55:00.003-04:002013-08-25T14:55:56.890-04:00my newest card<br />
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Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-51479952364996754902012-10-01T14:40:00.003-04:002012-10-01T14:41:24.127-04:00A valentine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A valentine for some people I love!Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-57121290219810220862012-06-12T17:15:00.001-04:002012-06-12T17:15:30.919-04:00Baby card<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxzoUDpkfYCMopZvRZp8xmyyw8Mb1C1oiCYyxKAqIiP3qbBNupVO2E-weieEjG-EqXyU_gEuTfjsbSn8IuhMl6bVzFDBGKHVclVqgolwt86n23X0WUwgKPFMP4pNvWH7D3DavQJ2fJrnLI/s320/dove+card.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-18034089268009461922011-09-21T13:33:00.004-04:002011-10-05T07:51:20.744-04:00What could I give?WHAT COULD I GIVE?<br /><br />What could I give to a King who has everything?<br />Well, I have a nice voice, so I suppose I could sing.<br />And then the angels would join in for a while<br />And Iâd see the King break out in a smile.<br /><br />What could I buy that would make Him say âWOW!â?<br />I look through the catalog and find nothing right now.<br />I suppose I could search for another new robe<br />But none regal enough exists on this globe.<br /><br />What could I make that would bring Him great joy?<br />Itâs a hard thing to do, if youâre just a small boy.<br />I think of what I could do all alone<br />For the One that gave me all that I own.<br /><br />I thought and I thought and couldnât decide<br />Until one day I looked at the cross where He died.<br />âThatâs it!â I thought. â'cause He gave His all,<br />Iâll do the same â Iâll answer the call!â<br /><br />And so thatâs when life really began<br />For a small boy, now grown into a man<br />I finally discovered what gives Him a lift.<br />He smiles and says, âIt IS the best gift!âTeri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-41319587257561946872011-09-21T13:08:00.003-04:002011-10-05T07:54:27.119-04:00Most Important of AllMOST IMPORTANT THING OF ALL<br /><br />If I could see inside my heart<br />And if I had a shopping cart<br />I would follow the pitter patter and<br />I'd try to pick things that really matter.<br /><br />First, Iâd see if there was love<br />Thatâs a gift right from above.<br />Next Iâd look for a box of happiness<br />Thatâs the 2nd thing on my shopping list.<br /><br />Third, Iâd try to look for peace<br />So all the troubles inside would cease.<br />Gentleness would be next to find<br />And oh, I would also look for a way to be kind.<br /><br />A good dose of meekness will surely follow<br />For Iâm sure I have many words to swallow.<br />Of course, that would lead to self-control<br />Well, now Iâm really on a roll!<br /><br />Long suffering is kind of hard to find<br />You have to look between the lines<br />Goodness and faith will be added and then<br />I can check them all off with a flick of my pen.<br /><br />These are the things that everyone needs<br />These are the things on which hearts should feed.<br />But the best thing of all; the thing of great cost<br />Is what the Savior did for me on the cross!!Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-11941952037983528992011-03-02T07:35:00.001-05:002011-03-02T07:36:40.167-05:00The Purple SocksWe had an evangelist come through last week and he was telling the story of how his small granddaughter was going home after a visit. It was late and she was tired. He tried to put on her purple socks, but she cried, "I don't like purple socks!". She proceeded to take off the sock and put her bare foot into her pink cowboy boots. He took the boot off and started to put the socks back on her. She whined, "But Poppa, it's so hard to wear purple socks." He related this to how sometimes we whine and carry on about silly stuff when God asks us to do something. He told about great men of God and how they had to be "sifted" for many years before they turned out the way they did. Here is a poem I wrote about this service. I thought you might enjoy it!<br /><br />THE PURPLE SOCKS<br />by Teri Couture <br /><br />Iâve been through a test, and many a trial<br />Iâve been âsiftingâ now for quite a while<br />And Iâve learned in the school of hard knocks<br />That I donât like to wear purple socks.<br /><br />Iâve tried to hear what God had to say<br />Iâve read His book and I try to pray<br />I know these are Godâs building blocks<br />But itâs so hard to wear purple socks.<br /><br />I finally listened, I finally gave in<br />I let the Spirit talk again<br />Now purple socks are part of my roots<br />(as long as I can cover them with cowboy boots!)<br /><br />CopywriteÂŽ 2011Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-40774007053219372962011-02-28T21:13:00.001-05:002011-02-28T21:13:50.965-05:00This Much (song)<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">THIS MUCH</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">As I was walking along the road to Calvary</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I saw Jesus along the way</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I asked Him, âJesus, how much do You love me?â</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And this is what I heard Him say:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">âI love you this much, this much,â He cried</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As they nailed Him to the cross</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When He was crucified</p> <p class="MsoNormal">âI love you this much, this much,â He cried</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then He stretched out His arms and He died.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">As I was looking upon that cruel tree</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I thought of Jesusâ goodness and grace,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I thought, Jesus, how much You must have loved me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For I know that I, I should have taken Your place.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But You loved me this much,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">âThis much,â You cried</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As they nailed You to the cross</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When You were crucified</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">You loved me this much,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">âThis much,â You cried</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then You stretched out Your arms and You died.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then I lay weeping</p> <p class="MsoNormal">At the feet of Jesus</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I saw angels come to stand by His side</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I stood upon my feet</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And looked up to the sky</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And with my hands stretched toward Heaven, I cried:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">âI love You this much,â</p> <p class="MsoNormal">âThis much,â I cried</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And for You, Lord, I would be willing to die</p> <p class="MsoNormal">âI love You this much,â</p> <p class="MsoNormal">âThis much,â I cried</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And for You, Lord, I would be willing to die</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes for You, Lord, I would be willing to die.</p>Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-1176908276588953752011-02-28T21:11:00.000-05:002011-02-28T21:12:58.188-05:00No, I'll Never Say Never (song)<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> 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mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">NO Iâll NEVER SAY NEVER</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">I said Iâd never teach in Sunday School</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">That just isnât me<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But now I find myself teaching Sunday School</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For God meant that to be</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">No Iâll never say never</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thatâs something I just canât afford </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cause the things that I said I would never do</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Might be ordered by the Lord</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I said Iâd never go to Africa, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">China or Japan</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But God sent me across the sea</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To a dry and barren land</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">No Iâll never say never</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thatâs something I just canât afford </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cause the things that I said I would never do</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Might be ordered by the Lord</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I said Iâd never preach the Word of God</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or talk to any groups</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But when the Holy Spirit comes on me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I start jumping through the hoops!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">No Iâll never say never</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thatâs something I just canât afford </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cause the things that I said I would never do</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Might be ordered by the Lord</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I told God I hate hospitals</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thatâs not the place Iâd pick</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But now I find myself having real joy,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Praying for the sick.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">No Iâll never say never</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thatâs something I just canât afford </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cause the things that I said I would never do</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Might be ordered by the Lord</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-19334170872024699772011-02-14T11:46:00.000-05:002011-02-14T11:47:24.723-05:00What Child is This?By Teri Couture<br />CopyrightÂŽ 2004<br /><br />What child is this<br />That came into my life<br />To stir up happiness<br />Amidst all the strife<br /><br />What child is this<br />Who wipes all my tears<br />And when He is close<br />Conquers my fears<br /><br />What child grows older<br />But keeps getting better<br />What child is this<br />That breaks every fetter<br /><br />What child is this<br />Grown into a man<br />Who makes me say<br />âWith Him all things I canâ<br /><br />He gave up His life<br />A great child indeed<br />He died on the cross<br />So I could be freed<br /><br />What child is this<br />That from this world should part<br />He is the child<br />That still lives in my heart<br /><br />What child is this<br />Why itâs Jesus, Godâs lamb<br />And I can say with great faith<br />Now His child I amTeri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-5135717051840789612011-02-14T11:45:00.001-05:002011-02-14T11:46:35.291-05:00We Are Americansby Teri Couture (inspired by the events of 9/11)<br />copyrightÂŽ 2001<br /><br />We are Americans<br />United we stand<br />The light's reaching out<br />All over this land.<br /><br />Some filled with sorrow<br />Some filled with grief<br />And some thanking God<br />To be filled with relief.<br /><br />Hugging and crying<br />And waiting for news<br />Streets littered with paper,<br />And somebody's shoes.<br /><br />There are times like these<br />That make us so strong<br />We put our hand o'er our hearts<br />And sing our great song.<br /><br />Oh say can you see<br />The people's refrain<br />Come heal this land<br />Take away all the pain.<br /><br />For we are Americans<br />United we stand<br />Our light won't go out<br />All over this land.Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-82447719357400672592011-02-14T11:44:00.001-05:002011-02-14T11:45:28.238-05:00You'll Always Be Special to Meby Teri Couture<br />(written for my daughter when she lost her dog, Lisha)<br /><br />I remember well the day<br />When in my life some sunshine came<br />It was the day we took you home<br />Then nothing was the same.<br /><br />You thrilled me with your playfulness<br />And how fast you learned a trick<br />You loved me better than myself<br />Stayed near me when I was sick.<br /><br />Youâd come and lie right next to me<br />It was like you took a stand<br />And somehow I didnât hurt so much<br />When you gently licked my hand.<br /><br />Oh, there were times when you were naughty<br />Like when youâd break your chain<br />And come back hours later<br />Soaked from all the rain.<br /><br />How many times I searched for you<br />Up and down the street<br />Fear coursing through my body<br />âtil I heard the patting of your feet.<br /><br />You always seemed so sorry<br />Your eyes begged me to be glad<br />Then youâd do something funny<br />And I never could stay mad.<br /><br />But now that you are gone<br />I donât know what to do.<br />A void has filled my heart<br />There was no truer soul than you.<br /><br />I miss you, oh, so very much<br />âCause like no one else could be<br />You were my friend, part of my life<br />And youâll always be special to me.<br /><br />copyrightÂŽ 2002Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-59878090590093528312011-02-14T11:43:00.000-05:002011-02-14T11:44:07.107-05:00There's Nothing Like Itby Teri Couture copyrightÂŽ2002<br /><br />I could never begin to explain<br />I feel like Iâve been revived<br />This child that brings such pain<br />At the same time brings my love alive.<br /><br />A new born babe so soft and sweet<br />A wonder to have and to hold<br />A Grammieâs delight, a special treat<br />The joy cannot begin to be told.<br /><br />Anxious, I wait to get my chance<br />To cuddle and snuggle a bit<br />To twirl him around in a happy dance<br />A Grammie â thereâs just nothing like it.Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-7142367983007671942011-02-14T11:42:00.001-05:002011-02-14T11:43:13.268-05:00The Torturerby Teri Couture copyrightÂŽ2006<br /><br />(Written for my friend John as I watched him go through physical therapy)<br /><br />Here she comes again<br />New tortures for my friend<br />She brings him so much pain<br />And turns his sunshine into rain.<br /><br />Stretching, pulling, twisting arms<br />Bring grimaces to his face<br />As she tries to get those stubborn bones<br />To find their rightful place.<br /><br />Some day, it will all be over<br />And he will change his frown<br />Heâll be able to move his arm<br />Sideways, up and down.<br /><br />The torturer will sigh<br />And say, âI knew you could.â<br />And then my friend will smile<br />And say, âGod meant it for good!âTeri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-91380842738093310402011-02-14T11:41:00.000-05:002011-02-14T11:42:12.079-05:00The Mom Thingby Teri Couture copyrightÂŽ 2005<br /><br />I woke up this morning<br />And limped out of bed<br />My legs were all wobbly<br />There was pain in my head.<br /><br />My stomach was riding<br />On waves up and down<br />I held onto the wall<br />So I wouldnât drown.<br /><br />I didnât want breakfast<br />The thought made me sick<br />I knew I should be getting<br />To a doctor right quick.<br /><br />The answer was shocking<br />I hadnât a clue<br />The doctor said this:<br />âIn nine months, youâll be due.â<br /><br />After six months of nausea<br />And shifting around<br />I saw your first picture<br />On the new ultrasound.<br /><br />You looked comfy and happy<br />Not at all like I felt<br />(A circus fat lady<br />In a dress with no belt.)<br /><br />Like Santaâs belly<br />Mine wiggled and shook<br />And how huge I seemed<br />On the pictures Dad took.<br /><br />Then came the day<br />I thought would never arrive<br />When you decided to come<br />At 8:45.<br /><br />All the waddling<br />The squatting<br />The stomach<br />Always knotting.<br /><br /><br />The kicking inside<br />That drove me most wild<br />Was well worth the wait<br />When I saw my first child.<br /><br />Peach fuzz for hair<br />A cute little nose<br />I checked to be sure<br />You had ten little toes.<br /><br />I was lying in bed<br />When your Dad came in<br />He had a great thought,<br />âLetâs do this again!â<br /><br />I thought of the pain<br />So fresh in my mind<br />But I looked at your face<br />And said, âThatâll be fine!âTeri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-48695225537613078902011-02-14T11:40:00.000-05:002011-02-14T11:41:09.884-05:00The Christmas Wishby Teri Couture copyrightÂŽ2002<br /><br />He crept down the stairs<br />And stifled a yawn.<br />It was too hard to wait<br />For the day to dawn.<br /><br />His eyes flew open<br />His heart jumped in his throat<br />Under the Christmas tree<br />Sat a large boat.<br /><br />Just what I wanted!<br />The thought swam in his head.<br />Now I can sneak off<br />And go back to bed.<br /><br />But he just couldnât sleep<br />No rest did he get<br />There was a problem,<br />He was upset.<br /><br />Itâs just like Santa<br />To hand me this fateâ<br />I canât use it now<br />I have six months to wait!Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-43119850558385803952011-02-14T11:35:00.002-05:002011-02-14T11:40:19.086-05:00The Baby in the MangerThe Baby in the Manger (A Christmas poem for a child's play)<br />by Teri Couture copyrightÂŽ 2010<br /><br />(1st child):<br /><br />On a cold wintry night<br />While tending my sheep<br />My eyes got so heavy<br />I wanted to sleep.<br /><br />But there in the sky<br />Was a very bright star<br />I watched as it shone<br />Much brighter by far.<br /><br />I decided to follow<br />And only stopped when it did<br />It came to a stable<br />So behind it I hid<br /><br />I heard the cry of a baby<br />And saw a new little stranger<br />Lying so innocently<br />There in a manger.<br /><br />His face was so bright<br />His eyes so appealing<br />Could this be the one<br />That God was revealing?<br /><br />I heard angels singing<br />A most heavenly sound<br />This sure is the Christ child<br />That I must have found.<br /><br />He looks like a king<br />Somethingâs different for sure<br />He makes me feel happy,<br />Clean, and so pure.<br /><br />I found him; Iâm glad<br />And He lives in my heart<br />I love how He loves me<br />Now Iâm done my part.<br /><br />(2nd child):<br /><br />Have you found him yet?<br />Is He living in you?<br />Why not give Him a chance<br />He can make you brand new.Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-76738041639858775502011-02-14T11:34:00.002-05:002011-02-14T11:34:56.024-05:00Something Brand NewSomething Brand New<br />by Teri Couture copyrightÂŽ 2007<br /><br />When I was a child<br />The second one in line<br />I always got the hand-me-downs<br />That didnât look so fine.<br /><br />The bike with one wheel missing<br />The doll with one eye gone<br />If there was a way to take the words out<br />Iâd have gotten half a song.<br /><br />When grab bag names were chosen<br />I often felt abused<br />What I always seemed to get was<br />Something that was used.<br /><br />Well, when I grew up<br />I found that special man<br />We walked into a brand new life<br />Going hand in hand.<br /><br />Finally I had something<br />No else had had before<br />It felt so wonderful to me<br />I just wanted more and more.<br /><br />And though it had been done before<br />I had babies â just a few<br />And each one brought a special love<br />To me that was brand new.<br /><br />I tried not to be selfish<br />But what is mine is mine<br />And when it comes to things I love<br />Iâll take brand new each time!Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-62642810877776971472011-02-14T11:32:00.001-05:002011-02-14T11:33:59.377-05:00No Matter Whatby Teri Couture<br />(written for my friend, John who became a quadraplegic after a tragic accident)<br /><br />If the things I want so much<br />Are things I never get to touch<br /><br />If I pray and do my part<br />If the yearningâs in my heart<br />But you donât answer me<br /><br />Lord, no matter what I do<br />Iâll still love you<br /><br />If you donât do one thing more<br />Iâll be happy, thatâs for sure<br /><br />If I long to hear a âyesâ<br />When you know itâd make a mess<br />So you say ânoâ to me<br /><br />Lord, no matter what I do<br />Iâll still love you<br /><br />If you make me wait forever<br />Or if you should tell me âneverâ<br /><br />If you see me through this life<br />If you get me past the strife<br />Iâll tell you every day<br /><br />Lord, no matter what I do<br />Iâll still love you<br /><br />If there is constant pain<br />And never any gain<br /><br />If you live within my heart<br />If I know weâll never part<br />And you let me know youâre there<br /><br />Lord, no matter what I do<br />Iâll still love you<br /><br />CopyrightÂŽ 2008Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098378460788854531.post-65640128422265394982011-02-14T11:31:00.000-05:002011-02-14T11:32:17.932-05:00A Mother's Day PoemA Mother's Day Poem<br />by Teri Couture copyrightÂŽ 2007<br /><br />On this one day of the year<br />We get to thank our mother dear<br />For all the great things she has done<br />There are so many; thereâs a TON.<br /><br />She taught us how to laugh and play<br />How to work and how to pray<br />How to love and to forgive<br />How to watch the way we live.<br /><br />When Iâm sick, to God she prays<br />And by my side all night she stays<br />Until she sees the light of day<br />And makes sure healingâs on the way.<br /><br />She makes the house all nice and clean<br />And comforts me when kids are mean<br />She reads to me when I go to bed<br />Thereâs so much more to be said.<br /><br />But hereâs the thing I want to tell<br />I love my mother very well<br />Though Motherâs Day comes once a year<br />Iâll thank you always for your care.<br /><br />I love you, Mom!Teri Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00182355544028659705noreply@blogger.com0