To: My Mom, Carole Wiley

by Mrs. Brown

I daily dream of my yesterdays;
Stories, games and such....
Watching cookies baking
And your warm and gentle touch.

Time has a way of changing things,
Now the "mommy" name we share!
My days have been filled with diapers and baths,
Meals, brushing of teeth and hair.

Together as we work and play
I have so often found
Echoes of my childhood days
As joys and love abound!

I know sometimes it saddens you
To be so far away,
But the thought has just occured to me that
Through ME, you are with us everyday!

Mrs. Brown is a GGM contributor and owner of a small custom crocheting business/ministry named Bundled In Prayer. She enjoys Bible study, writing, scrapbooking, sewing, reading and more. She is happily married to her best friend, Russ and is in her 12th year of homeschooling her five children.

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Spring Song

by Mrs. Brown

When barren white renews the land;
When frozen ice comes from Godʼs hand
And all the world in quiet sleeps,
Until spring wakes new from the deeps...

As one, all life holds silent form;
As seasons waken from the storm,
The ceaseless nothing bursts with green
And solid glass becomes a stream.



The breathless still erupts with praise.
The sun stretches her sleepy rays.
The monotone of color breaks
As each hue of the spectrum wakes.

First a chirp, a squeak, a trill,
Then a chorus, an anthem, a thrill.
First a seed, a sprout, a bud,
Then full laughter, full life, full love!

In abundance, our slumber ends;
We bid farewell to winter friends
And rise refreshed and washed with dew
To worship God in strength renewed.

All glory to the Giver of Life,
Who uses even the silence of night
To plant His seed in fertile land
And grow in us all He has planned!

Mrs. Brown is a GGM contributor and owner of a small custom crocheting business/ministry named Bundled In Prayer. She enjoys Bible study, writing, scrapbooking, sewing, reading and more. She is happily married to her best friend, Russ and is in her 12th year of homeschooling her five children.

Longfellow's Birthday

by Sister Angie

God is the perfect poet…I couldn’t agree more with this famous quote by Robert Browning.
"God gave us the gift of words to be able to fellowship with Him and others, but I think most importantly of all, He created language to communicate the story of Jesus, the living Word. "

Throughout the ages, many have artfully strung words together to create what is called poetry. One of America’s famous poets is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. His birthday is celebrated February 27th. Born in 1807, he was the second child of eight, born in Portland, Maine. From a very early age, he always knew he wanted to write poetry. His first poem was published in the Portland Gazette when he was only thirteen years of age.

He eventually mastered half a dozen languages and became a professor at Harvard. After leaving teaching he poured his energy into writing. He chronicled American history through poems like The Song of Hiawatha, which was written as a narrative tribute to the Native American Indian and Paul Revere’s Ride which begins,

“Listen my children and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.”

It is a wonderful telling of this famous event in our history which I would recommend to any young lady studying this period of our country. Later in his career he translated Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy.

In 1861, his wife, Fanny, was involved in a tragic accident in which her dress suddenly caught fire. In trying to put out the flames, Longfellow suffered burns to his hands and face. His wife eventually died and Longfellow’s long white beard covered the wounds from the incident, but he continued with his work.

Henry Wadsorth Longfellow eventually passed away at his home in Cambridge in 1882, but is acclaimed as one of America’s most famous poets to this day.

In addition to learning about Longfellow, I would like to return to my first thought of God being the perfect poet. I encourage you to read the Psalms if you want to be inspired to write or simply read poetry. Not only will the rhythm be appreciated, but the content is sure to inspire, minister, and encourage your heart.

Sister Angie is her husband’s ' help meet' and mother of two wonderful children. Her life’s mission is to serve and help others by encouraging, exhorting with God’s truth, and interceding on behalf of the saints and the lost. She can be found at Sonflower and as a moderator/contributor at Growing in Grace.

Thank you Mom, A Poem by Miss Kaitlyn

Thank-you, Mom,

For endless days

You’ve cared for me,

In endless ways

Thanks for working

Every hour,

To protect me from

Evil’s power.

The days, they seem,

To slip away

And sometimes our friendship

Begins to fray.

I just want

You to know,

Thanks for caring more,

For how I grow.

Most of all

I want to thank you for

Guiding me upward,

More and more.

For teaching me the way,

That I should go,

Even when

It hurts you so.

Please forgive

My reckless days

And everytime

It did replay.

Thanks for the lessons

You’ve taught to me,

Like saving myself

For the man to be.

Thanks for guiding me

All the way

Everytime

I start to stray.

Thank-You for not

Giving up on me.

When I was surly,

You prayed for me.

Artwork and poem by: Miss Kaitlyn

A Poem by Miss Kaitlyn

This poem is based on Psalms 95:1-5

My Thanks for Our Salvation

Sing, and let us lift up our praise,

Shout the news of our salvation.

In thanksgiving we echo the joyous phrase,

Of our Reconciliation.

For the Lord is the God above all the kings,

His hands, they shaped the earth.

The mountains cry out and the rocks will sing

Much less than what He is worth.

~Miss Kaitlyn

You can find Miss Kaitlyn at The Purple Princess.