Tomorrow's Tapestry

After a particularly tough period of time, or should I say in the midst of it, I wrote the following.....what a loving Heavenly Father to give me answers before I can even ask the questions....

"I can't" my own voice whispered
As I crumbled on the floor.
My vessel cracked and leaking
Was empty . not holding more.
"I tried" I offered weakly
As I looked into the dim
Straining to envision
My image of Elohim.
"I was" as I behind completed doors.
"I'm not" the goals I set
Long ago within my youth
Back then I still had courage
To believe my inner truth.
"But Father" I am saying
To excuse the way I feel.
Alone, lost and failing
As I fall down progress hills.
And then . . . just like an echo
I hear the words "Come Here"
"You're on the road I placed you"
"Come . . . let me dry your tears."
And then, He placed faith's mortar
In the vessel that is me
Sealing every mortal crack
Finally . . . He poured eternity . . . . .
              -Shanna C. Hugie

Recently I was "complaining" about the ongoing rain....wanting sunshine...  The person I was talking to told me that I should think of the farmer and do like a relative had told him years ago and "pray for a window" to accomplish the things I wanted to do.  That is where this poem came from....

Life has a need of balance
And what we pray away
May be what others need
Like . . . a rainy day . . .
To the hurried traveler
They plead for warmth and sun
Yet . . . the farmer needs the moisture
For crops when planting's done.
I wonder if our Father 
Is weary of the fuss.
Could it be we could ask
A solution for each one of us.
For the farmer could it rain
On the crops until the time
The traveler starts his journey
Under rainbows of the Divine.
So, let's pray for windows
To bless our lives each day.
For "just time enough"
Blessing others when we pray . . .
          Shanna C. Hugie

He would have been......


Those words are hard to say.....

Still.....those gone on before

Remain on their birthdays.....

The memories live on

Though in another sphere

On the date that they were born

In celebrations they are here....

Shanna C. Hugie

For years I've wanted to be published.  I never dreamed that I would be published in a cookbook with an original recipe......
Still....On page 146 of Secret Recipes, the new awesome cookbook (Deanna Buxton) worldwidewardcookbook.blogspot.com my original recipe for Spaghetti Sauce can be found......

I feel giddy......

This book is AWESOME!  (Of course I had to buy one).....the recipes are easy, yummy and affordable!

Great job Deanna!!!

Sometimes we meet someone that is like touching heaven when we are around them....
In my ward there is a very special girl named Abbie.....this is about her....(and all the other special spirits Heavenly Father blesses our lives with)

She was born with limitation
There were struggles to endure
Yet...the soul within her was
Perfect . . . Saved . . . So pure . . .
She taught all who loved her
How to give . . . and then give more
She was lent to us by Father
And knows the way to heaven's door.
She provides a chance for service
So we can be sanctified
For to be within her presence
Is a glimpse of Father's side.
Such a privilege just to know her
To be on earth right now
Her spirit here is teaching
As our humility allows.
Such a brave endeavor
When she said, "Oh please send me
I'll accept the trials given
As my path toward eternity."
Before this day has ended
May we utter a small prayer
To thank Him for this gift
To know her and be there...
              -Shanna C. Hugie