The MDC skating rink was open and I wanted so badly to go skating; but I had no skates. I’d have skated on anything just to squish between my sisters Deborah, and Penny, and Joy, just to be part of the crowd.
“Please, please! “let me go!” I prayed.
Later on, that evening, I opened up my bedroom window; and I started singing a tune. I crooned of silver skates; right up to the moon; and I blew a kiss to all the beautiful people that would be going to the skating rink. My childish voice carried a long way up the frosty air, sat upon on a cloud; softly resting on the smiling face of the moon.
The next morning, A messenger from heaven came to the door. She was holding a bag, filled with mismatched skates. The nice Lady said “Would these fit Kelly?” “She want’s so much to go skating.”
“Why Thank you” My Mother quipped, I remember Ma, as she turned to me said “strap em on Kelly.” “We’ll make em fit!” Then, we were gliding; and I was going!
Once there, I Shot out on the ice like a firecracker; or so in my dreams!
My own pi voice echoed trills from the bottom up … But I was flying and feeling at one with the world; alternating with hanging on for dear life! I was doing everything I could think of to balance myself, and to keep from falling! A couple of feet gained … then flat on my back … Repeat. I rang a silent bell to myself …
May it always ring in my mind that I was allowed to go!
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Whenever I am tempted to give up … I say thank you Lord; for I had a chance to go! I get back up … and go.
I’ll always remember a kind baritone voice of a really tall angel with big black gloves on, scooping me up, lifting me off the ice rounding off the icy bend. I felt like a tetherball. I remember the flying, much more than the dangling skates, and the falls. He picked me up and he set me down over and over on those skates again.
He cared…
I was thankful, for God, making a way, when there seemed to be no way; for people, skates to wear, and the opportunity to dance that flying jig. k
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Kelly S Griswold

Come a time it’ll soon be o’er
In the twinkling of an eye
He’ll meet us in the clouds of glory
Our troubles will fly bye
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We share in Christ’s long suffering
He saves we walk new sod
Fan the flame His power strong
Come mercies gift of God
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For come a time it’ll soon be over
In the twinkling of an eye
He’ll meet us in the clouds of glory
Our troubles will fly bye
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Not for the faint of heart in learning
Holy Spirit strength of dawn
By His word we reap His Victory
Faiths opposition gone
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For come a time it’ll soon o’er
In the twinkling of an eye
He’ll meet us in the clouds of glory
Our troubles will fly bye
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Morning ballad of praise
Kg.’14

The night is closing in and once again I light a candle.
The glow calms my spirit. I pray for all of my Family to be happy and safe,
for the friends in my heart, whether here with me or miles away.
God take care of them.
Most of all I pray as you hit the pillow tonight that you know
that you are loved beyond a shadow of a doubt by a great and
Mighty God of the universe who is keeping you safe and
warm in His heart all aglow for you. Night
k

I do not stand on shifting sands or fear the storm that rages.
But calm and sure I stand secure upon the rock of ages
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He is your Power and strength to carry on.
Circumstances will come and go but “hang on.”
He is always there for you; to bring you through with flying colors.
He will never fail you.
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Have a great day k

Jesus is the way the truth and the light
I walk by Faith and not by sight
Help me to be strong in you my Lord
Not by my power and not by my might

k