tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34499319932422101072024-02-20T12:45:00.595-07:00The Mysterious SnowglobeWriting is a way to open the heart and the mind.
I spend a lot of time writing, but no one ever reads the things I write, so this blog is my place to share my writings with the world.Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-61315240266266586672012-09-26T11:46:00.003-06:002012-09-26T11:46:58.937-06:00Joseph<div style="text-align: center;">
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Humble boy, turned humble man,</div>
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Seeking out truth, restoration began.</div>
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Always staying true, hated by his peers,</div>
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He trusted in God, and overcame all his fears.</div>
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Bringing forth a special book,</div>
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Persecutions he meekly took.</div>
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Teaching truths, our prophet and guide,</div>
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For his testimony he willingly died.</div>
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We speak of him with admiration</div>
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We sing with love and exultation.</div>
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He was an example of the Anointed One,</div>
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Our Father's Only Begotten Son.</div>
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Both came to fulfill the Fathers plan,</div>
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And bring God's word to every man.</div>
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We too must spread their words abroad,</div>
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And help show others the way to God.</div>
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Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-45510892285366604572011-05-19T20:52:00.001-06:002011-05-19T20:54:16.113-06:00Trial of Faith<div style="text-align: center;">I feel so confused</div><div style="text-align: center;">All my life I have tried</div><div style="text-align: center;">To be your companion</div><div style="text-align: center;">And stay by your side</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There are times that I trust you</div><div style="text-align: center;">And times that I fear</div><div style="text-align: center;">Times I can't find you</div><div style="text-align: center;">And times you are near. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have some faith</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet, I have some doubt</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish I wasn't confused</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wish I could figure this out</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Father, help me have faith</div><div style="text-align: center;">Help me know what to do</div><div style="text-align: center;">Help me so one day,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I may return back to you.</div>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-81262017167881886912011-05-16T00:46:00.002-06:002011-05-16T00:51:34.323-06:00Surrender<div style="text-align: center;">Rising smoke</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blazing through the night</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anguished screams</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ringing in my ears</div><div style="text-align: center;">The field is lined </div><div style="text-align: center;">With those who already lost</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bleeding and sore</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bombarded with pain</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stumble</div><div style="text-align: center;">A sword on the right</div><div style="text-align: center;">White flag on the left</div><div style="text-align: center;">The farther I fall </div><div style="text-align: center;">The higher it rises</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who will win</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who will lose</div><div style="text-align: center;">Only time will tell</div>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-78642779926155223162011-05-15T22:25:00.003-06:002011-05-15T22:29:43.710-06:00QuestionsWhat do you do when your world's falling apart<div><div>Tumbling around 'til you don't know how to find your way out?</div><div>What do you do when you feel so alone that a room full of friends doesn't help?</div><div><br /></div><div>If life's a river then I'm drowning.</div><div>If it's a rose I'm bleeding from the thorns</div><div>If life's a journey them I'm lost</div><div>If it's a tree I'm the dead branch.</div><div><br /></div><div>Where do you go when your so full of fear even home isn't safe?</div><div>Where do you go when all you can think about is getting to a different place?</div><div><br /></div></div>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-21887018109664662192011-03-23T01:27:00.001-06:002011-03-23T01:27:23.807-06:00Noise<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Noise, noise, noise, that’s what fills my head right now. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">I can’t let it out; I can’t allow the noise to stop. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Other thoughts keep knocking at the door trying to gain access to my focus. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">I must not let them in. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">The noise keeps them out. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">I focus on the beat pounding from the radio speakers, </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">The words that transport me to another reality, </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">The timer ticking away next to my daily task list. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">My mind grows weary the constant noise is too much.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">I sit down and close my eyes. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">The noise relaxes; </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">My thoughts slow down and begin to drift…NO! </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">I can’t think that; I have to fight it; I have to keep pushing on. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Turn on the music, make it full blast. </p> <p class="MsoNoSpacing">Read a good book, make the noise last!</p>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-34108978427860827362010-12-10T00:13:00.003-07:002010-12-10T00:16:46.382-07:00Christmas Poems<span class="Apple-style-span" >My friends mom is giving out pancake mix to her neighbors and asked that I write up a few poems for her to attach to them; just thought I'd share them on here as well. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Pancake Poem #1<br />Under the tree the gifts enthrall,<br />But the nicest present of them all<br />Is filling our thoughts with those who care,<br />Wanting our Christmas joy to share.<br />With love we give you this pancake mix<br />It’s quick and easy for you to fix.<br />Now spend more time with those you love<br />As we celebrate the birth of Him above.<br /><br />Pancake Poem #2<br />Was told that you’ve been good this year,<br />I’m always glad to hear it.<br />So, here’s something yummy,<br />To bring the Christmas spirit.<br />It may not be a sugary treat<br />Or something ready for you to eat<br />But Christmas morning with its tricks<br />Will be less hectic with pancake mix!</span></span></div>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-51928233871302177732010-12-07T22:25:00.003-07:002010-12-07T22:34:15.694-07:00A Lesson LearnedOk, I've actually had a request to post this poem on here. Enjoy.<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>A Lesson Learned</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quickly! Get over here! </div><div style="text-align: center;">You're wasting valuable time.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't let her see our fear,</div><div style="text-align: center;">But her life is on the line.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Those were the words the doctor said,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The ones I was not to hear,</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I lay there in that hospital bed,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And wiped away a tear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dark fear was pounding at my heart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fierce pain took my breath away,</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I hung my head to ask the Lord,</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Please bring me through this awful day."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My life has taken a new turn, </div><div style="text-align: center;">My eyes have opened wide.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A scary way for this lesson to be learned,</div><div style="text-align: center;">But it's what I needed inside.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The sun rises every day,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The trees grow higher and higher.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Flowers bloom along the way,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A bright spring day, now a little brighter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Take time to watch the sunset,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And view the flowers around the bend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Celebrate each day you've met,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You never know when it will end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Tiffany Goodson</div>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-36725812283137275662010-11-27T23:20:00.002-07:002010-11-27T23:26:44.828-07:00Rain<div style="text-align: center;"><u>Rain</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;">A girl sits outside</div><div style="text-align: center;">Huddled against the wall</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the rain pours down</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not feeling the cold wind outside</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Or the wet drops hitting her skin</div><div style="text-align: center;">She doesn't care that her hair is wet </div><div style="text-align: center;">Or her clothes soaked</div><div style="text-align: center;">She feels the rain no one sees</div><div style="text-align: center;">The fierce wind that chills her soul</div><div style="text-align: center;">Teardrops bleeding from her heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thundering words being repeated in her mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her only comfort is hoping</div><div style="text-align: center;">Someday, somehow</div><div style="text-align: center;">The rainbow will come into her heart</div>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-62397393013516076402010-11-22T01:27:00.003-07:002010-11-22T01:32:12.186-07:00<h1 style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; "><u>JOSEPH SMITH</u></span></h1><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Humble boy, turned humble man,</span></span></div><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Seeking for truth, Restoration began.</span></span></span></h1> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Always staying true, Hated by his peers,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He trusted God and overcame all his fears.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bringing forth a special book,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Persecution he meekly took.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Teaching truths our prophet and guide,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For his testimony he willingly died.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We speak of him with admiration.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We sing with love and exultation.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He was an example of the Anointed One,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our Father’s Only Begotten Son.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Both came to fulfill the Father’s plan,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And bring God’s word to every man.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We too must spread their words abroad,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And help show others the way to God.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-Tiffany Goodson</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p></o:p></span></p>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-2079020124461121712010-11-20T00:00:00.002-07:002010-11-20T00:07:50.335-07:00"Who was he?" the woman asked while staring at the ground.<div><br /><div>"Tom Jones" a man replied, "he lived around the corner."</div><div><br /></div><div>"What was he like?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I'm afraid I don't know."</div></div><div><br /></div><div>"Where are his family and friends?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Sadly the man looked down, "He didn't have any."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Where did he work? What did he do for fun: In his thirty-seven years hadn't he touched anyone?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I'm sorry to say, I don't know a thing. He never said, hi, or came out of his house. He didn't do anything for himself or for others, at least not that I know of."</div><div><br /></div><div>"This is so sad. As we put him in the ground we have nothing to say about the poor little man."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yes, the fact that he died does not prove that he lived."</div>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-40449065342826207042010-11-15T22:59:00.000-07:002010-11-15T23:08:12.211-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><u><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Shooting Stars</span></u></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">All of these stars, how could He possibly number them all? How could He have created all these thousands of beautiful stars? As I look at them very closely, they are each and every one just a little bit different. No two are exactly alike. Yet, each one has their place, their spot in the enormous sky. A world that has no limit, no end, yet they shine on each doing their part to light up the sky. Some shine brighter than others. They have realized their worth and have the confidence to show that to the world each and every night. However, some are still struggling to find their identity, their spot in the universe. Always wanting something better, something more. Then suddenly one darts across the sky trying to get to that better place, only to realize it isn't what they expected. So, again they shoot across the sky still aiming for that one spot in heaven they think is perfect for them, only to find they again did not belong. Across the sky they fly from place to place never being truly filled, until one day they finally stop to rest, and look around to discover that this is it. The perfect place in heaven. The one meant just for them. Only little did they know that they were back to where they first began. Back to the spot God himself and originally placed them.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">He knows. Yes, there is a God up there who knows us better than we know ourselves. If we would only trust in Him we will find the love He has for us. Then we will see the perfect place He has chosen for us to be is more exquisite than we could have ever imagined.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-81150517605120988712010-11-12T15:09:00.000-07:002010-11-13T03:18:59.846-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">The Real You</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You're sitting alone, feeling out of place,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Looking ahead at the challenges you face.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trying to discover your worth,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Don't you remember you lived before Earth?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Open your eyes </div><div style="text-align: center;">Look deep inside</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shut out the fear </div><div style="text-align: center;">And it's Me that you'll hear</div><div style="text-align: center;">You're beautiful and bright</div><div style="text-align: center;">You're full of God's light</div><div style="text-align: center;">Open your eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Look deep inside</div><div style="text-align: center;">And you'll be led to </div><div style="text-align: center;">The Real You</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So many choices, not sure what to do</div><div style="text-align: center;">Others see potential, but you can't find it in you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Peel back the doubt, Life up your chin</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trust in God, and have faith within.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Journey's not over, uncertainty lies ahead</div><div style="text-align: center;">The adversary would have you be mislead.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life's up's and down's may make you forget,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Listen to your heart, don't give up yet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Open your eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Look deep inside</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shut out the fear</div><div style="text-align: center;">And it's Me that you'll hear</div><div style="text-align: center;">You're beautiful and bright</div><div style="text-align: center;">You're full of God's light<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Open your eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Look deep inside</div><div style="text-align: center;">And you'll be led to </div><div style="text-align: center;">The Real You!</div>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-16315555302903347952010-11-11T06:56:00.001-07:002010-11-11T06:58:59.928-07:00<p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: center;">The Door</p><p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">You stand at the door and knock, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Waiting for me to let you in.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">How do I undo this lock?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I don’t know where to begin.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I pull at the door and pry, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Looking around I try every key.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">It won’t open, I wonder why?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Maybe there’s something wrong with me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I try and do what I should,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Your word I study and obey.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I’d open the door if I could,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I just don’t know the way.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">You stand at the door and knock, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">Waiting for me to let you in.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">How do I undo this lock?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">I don’t know where to begin.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt">--Tiffany Goodson<o:p></o:p></span></p>Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449931993242210107.post-86839684076895862602010-11-09T23:14:00.002-07:002010-11-11T06:59:33.950-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">A Missed Flight</div><br /><br />“Two minutes, I can’t believe I missed the flight by two minutes!” frustrated Emily waited in line to exchange her tickets for the next flight home. Her mind wandered to why she was even here, fighting the crowds in the St. Louis Airport. A mandatory meeting for all the top designers in her company had been held in New York City. She had begged them to allow her to miss this one, but they wouldn’t budge. Luckily, she was able to schedule an earlier flight home than the rest of the company; it would put her home just in time.<br /><br />“Next!”<br /><br />Dragging her bags behind her Emily approached the stout man behind the counter and read his nametag. “Hi Ralph, I missed my connection can I exchange these for the next flight to LA?”<br /><br />Ralph methodically pecked at the keyboard in front of him, “Ok, next one out to Los Angeles will be tomorrow night.”<br /><br />“What?” questioned Emily, “The schedule shows one leaving at 3 o’clock this afternoon.”<br /><br />“Nope, all booked up. Would you like me to process this for the one tomorrow?”<br /><br />“No, this can’t be happening. I’ve got to get home! The wedding is tomorrow. No, this isn’t right…check again”<br /><br />Annoyed that this lady wasn’t listening; Ralph shifted his weight around, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I haven’t got anything going your way until tomorrow night it’s as simple as that.”<br /><br />“This can’t be! Sara, my only daughter is getting married. I have to be there. I’m the mother for crying out loud! Oh, I can’t believe this! No, this isn’t really happening. I, I just have to be on that plane,” Emily stammered, panic evident in her voice, “Please you don’t understand. If I’m not there who is going to fix her hair, and make sure her dress looks just perfect. Who will hold her hand when the nerves kick in and…and…NO! I HAVE TO BE ON THAT PLANE!”<br /><br />Caught off guard by her sudden outburst Ralph took a step back behind the counter, “Ma’am, I really am sorry for the inconvenience but unfortunately there just isn’t anything I can do. All flights to Los Angeles are booked until 7 o’clock tomorrow night.”<br /><br />Overwhelmed by emotion Emily continued her plea, “Sir, I am begging you. I will do anything. I’ll pay more, however much it takes, just find a way to get me on that plane now!”<br /><br />“I wish there were more I could do, but there isn’t. I’m sorry.”<br /><br />Defeated Emily sunk down into the first seat she could find. Tears began welling up as she pulled out her cell phone to deliver the horrible news to her daughter. Just then she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around she saw a young woman dressed in a bikini top, shorts, and flip-flops.<br /><br />“Here,” She said, handing Emily one first class ticket to LA leaving at 3 p.m. today. “I couldn’t help overhearing. Your daughter needs you now, the beach can wait for me.”<br /><br />Shocked and ecstatic, Emily jumped up and hugging her as tightly as she could cried, “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!” Smiling from ear to ear, she grabbed her bags and headed for the plane.Tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16432086565553922106noreply@blogger.com0