Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Rusher

He finds his line and takes his place

He takes his ready stance

He crouches down like a sprinter getting ready to dart from the line

His strong arms reaching slightly

His hands opening and closing as if preparing themselves for the work

His long legs seem to go on for miles

His chiseled leg muscles are tight in anticipation of the work ahead

His face, serious and eyes fixed on the prize

The ball snaps as if in slow motion

He immediately darts from his line

His hair violently blowing in the gentle breeze

In only a second, certainly no more, he is upon the quarterback

The quarterback swerves left and swerves right

Trying to find some way out, but alas, he is no match

He matches his footsteps and his outstretched arm reaches

His eyes still fixed on the prize

His hand firmly grasps the flag and pulls it free

The quarterback is sacked

He is a rusher

And he is my son

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Happy Mother’s Day

On this beautiful Mother's Day

I look back on memories and wish I could say

…I'm sorry.


You see my son has turned 18

And I've looked back on the life I've led

I look back on mistakes I made

And what my mother must have felt

But a discouraging word was never said


She was always supportive and encouraging,

Always loving and constantly teaching

Looking back I remember seeing her

Always there waiting in the wings

For me to realize my mistakes

And there she was offering comfort and healing


A woman after God's own heart

I never met a woman who got closer

Though many tried to look the part

After years of refining and pruning

Now she stands before Him…Perfect


She taught me the most important lessons in life

To love God and his people with all of my might

I love you mom and I wish you were here

You'll be my mentor all of my years.