Lord-for the Girl I Was

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Lord, I've been sitting by the water since early tonight~I do enough thinking bout me as it is~ But this time, I went back to visit the girl in the picture who was the girl I used to be. Sometimes I think of how much I've grown, but not tonight~ There were so many things you put in her that I've given away. She didn't have as much confidence but she was a lot sweeter than me. She didn't blast from the mouth and she gave a lot of thought to what she would say and how she said it. That girl had just lost her mother-It's graduation night with Dad, and Grandma, and aunt Maxine, and Henry.
That girl had cleaned house for guests coming after the ceremony and in the process, pinned a red rose to the bed~ Thinking that as people brought in sweaters or light coats, how lovely the rose would look. She smiled and said hi and "That's Pretty," she always prayed, and sometimes woke up to finish the prayer having fallen asleep. That she didn't look shy was an act, but whatever sweetness there was-it was as genuine as the leaves turning green on the trees.
  I sat and thought what if I changed and baked those cookies for the neighbors? And what if I gave up writing time _at least two hours-to cook and keep the house as neat as a pin...and what if I made my "Little surprise baskets for hurting hearts and loving friends...and what if I kept a smile on my face, and wrote warm letters telling people how much I care about them...and what if I were to kiss my husband goodbye and hello, and tell him all he's meant to my life...What if Lord? Help me as I reach for you.http://templeranch.wordpress