Paula's Choice

Pressing heavily upon my heart,
Thoughts of what to do.
What to be, where to stand.
I am here, O Lord.
I stood at a crossroad
Seeking which path to take.
It's not a fork;
But many crooked trails and turns.
Growing up was hard
As a young girl at ten.
I made a choice
I shout to be heard.
I didn't grow as I should.
Too many interruptions broke my path.
God's hand upon my life;
God's Word directing my steps.
A young girl out alone,
God's hand always surrounding me;
Fragile in the world's way of life.
Growing stronger in God's Truth.
Leaving behind a worldly character.
Taking little steps towards the Light;
Yet, still a child, she holds a human nature.
A nature battling good and evil.
A compassionate heart for others around her.
A concerned soul to learn more.
Hands that are willing to work;
Feet that are willing to run the race;
Her abilities are limited;
Her talents are few.
A prayer warrior in time of need,
A woman all grown up.
Still following life's chosen path.

Written by Paula Ann Wood
Summer of 1985

Miracle in a Blizzard

The snow was falling softly and feathery
I walked in silence; the whiteness surrounded me.
Cold! Cold! Wind blowing hard:
I put my hand out and couldn't see
Turning backwards my steps disappearing
Snow blurred my vision
My tears like ice, my skin shivered sharply,
Cold wind blew; Icy snow flew in all directions.
Walking became tiresome, I knew not to stop.
My steps slowed, lost in a winter blizzard.
Looking up in the white blurred sky;
I ask God to help me go home.
A short distance away, a little green figure
Was walking towards me
I asked her if she had anymore cookies in her box
She said, "No", and took me to her home.
Her momma game me a blanket to wrap up in,
And a cup of cocoa to drink.
Her daddy on the couch was watching tv,
The storm raged on
I didn't know my phone number.
I told only my name.
She asked me, "Where do you live"?
I replied, "I live over the hill and through the woods
Along the road by a field of strawberries".
The storm raged on
The cold wind blew
White, white, everywhere it was white.
A little girl lost
Shaking my small fist in the air
Asking God if He cared.
Walking slowly, I knocked on my door
Mother grabbed me, held me tight,
Asked a question I could not answer.
It was well past midnight, all was quiet.
Mother is calm.
The night sky filled with twinkling stars.

(This is a true story that happened to me at age six.)
The miracle, How did I get home? (the house that the little girl led me to turned out to be an empty block where no one lived??)

Yes, I was six. I remember this well. I remember also, just how bad a blizzard can be. How I survived could only be that God really did care.

People, girls, & ladies

                                                              

I see other people looking beautiful.

I see girls,ladies, women of fame.

I am not beauitful; I am considered plain.

Songs, music, and art,

Soars within my heart.

My eyes sees what others don't.

My heart cries out,

Tears fall unnoticed.

I see people all around,

I am different, I feel alone.

Where am I ? Who am I ?

Just one of the few people,

In this world unnoticed.

( Just another person typing )

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