Things seem more at peace along the shoreline…
Author: The WheatandTares
The Flurry of Autumn Leaves
I took these pictures while driving through the mountains today. (Well, I was riding, and my husband was driving! ) Due to the speed down the mountain, some turned out blurred; yet, it made me think of how the season turns when we don’t stop to enjoy it…


Slow down and enjoy the moment, or the season may be gone in a blur…
Our Love
Love is, in life, such a precious part.
It is so fragile;
You could easily break my heart.
Yet love is so strong;
My love for you will never part.
Love will allow me not to turn away
Wherever God may lead us.
It will cause me to stay
Through joy and through pain.
Love will teach us strength;
Through heartache, we will gain.
Love will keep you close in spirit, body and mind.
Even if tomorrow you leave this world,
In my heart, our love I will always find.
So trust me with your heart, for I will tenderly take care.
Now, I give you mine to love and to cherish for the rest of our days.
If you will only love me, to Him we will give our hearts alone to bear.
Penned – MG – 9/93
SCARRED
I stand here in shock, not knowing what to do;
I cannot believe the feelings I’ve caught here from you.
Memories from the past overwhelm my weary mind,
But now, in chains, these memories they do bind.
My hands to you, we were reaching for the stars.
My dreams, our friendship, now you have scarred.
The distance you’ve placed, this I do not understand.
Between us, our sisterhood, is it now banned?
The anger, the jealousy, I pray it does not last.
So many questions I’m left with, only not to ask.
This brokenness and pain, I wish I did not feel.
They all say it takes way too much time to heal.
As I stand here with this bleeding heart,
I pray that one day we have a brand new start.
God can cleanse, forgive and always can mend,
But it takes you and me with this friendship to tend.
Penned – MG – 7/7/99
The Room
There is a little room where thoughts of freedom roam.
Fears cannot be found; pain can never be felt.
No words of gossip. No words of rage.
Joy and laughter does abound,
And the sun is ever shining,
But this little room has a door that is locked tight.
I keep knocking and calling;
Yet, no one will answer.
Evil looks glare from those angry eyes.
Harsh words of accusation surround my ears.
Fear consumes me.
My heart is left vulnerable. Love is on the line.
Trying to be strong, I stand to face the fight.
I pray for courage and for strength
As I walk upon the battlefield.
My love for him increases, so strong, I cannot hide.
Please God, give me wisdom and discernment.
For what is within, I cannot lie.
I do not want to be afraid.
I do not want to withdraw.
I love Him. I need Him.
I want to enter that little room.
Penned – MG – 11/92
The Empty Chair

It stands alone. If you look at it for very long, you might determine it’s lonely; however, it’s made to bring comfort to the weary traveler, and it does its job very well. It may be an elderly woman who just needed a quick rest before finishing her walk back to her room. It may be the young, new mom who tries desperately to get her newborn back to sleep. It may be the young teen who kicks back to watch the game, only to find his favorite team didn’t fair too great today. It may be the bench upon which the newlyweds pose for the pictures of their new life together. The chair can provide so many comforts.
Or maybe it has a more pragmatic approach today…the husband grabs it to stand upon while replacing the bulb overhead. The grandmother uses it to reach the box at the top…
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The Empty Chair

It stands alone. If you look at it for very long, you might determine it’s lonely; however, it’s made to bring comfort to the weary traveler, and it does its job very well. It may be an elderly woman who just needed a quick rest before finishing her walk back to her room. It may be the young, new mom who tries desperately to get her newborn back to sleep. It may be the young teen who kicks back to watch the game, only to find his favorite team didn’t fair too great today. It may be the bench upon which the newlyweds pose for the pictures of their new life together. The chair can provide so many comforts.
Or maybe it has a more pragmatic approach today…the husband grabs it to stand upon while replacing the bulb overhead. The grandmother uses it to reach the box at the top of the closet, you know, the one with the pretty shoes for that special occasion. The children silently move it over to obtain the hidden cookies in the cabinet that mom thought she had secretly hid. The friend slides it back to be there for her ‘bestie’ who just suffered a breakup. The chair can serve in so many practical ways.
Or maybe it’s there for a more elite purpose, for appearance sake…the studio bought it for the upcoming celebrity shots and publicity showing. The antique store bought it to draw in a crowd, desiring top dollar at the next auction. The millionaire bought it to complement his prestigious office, never to be sat upon, of course, only for lust and desire. The chair can serve such audacious purposes.
Yet, did you ever wonder who was once there? Was it a frightened young girl who crawled up in her Daddy’s arms to chase away the storm? Was it a teenage girl longing for a tan to turn a few heads, never realizing she’s beautiful even without the change? Maybe it was the new mom who just laid her baby down but needs to stay just a moment longer to watch him breathe and assure her beating heart that he will awake in the mourn. Maybe it was the returning hero who left too much in the war but is overwhelmed by the love and applause he receives while arriving home. Maybe it was the elderly man who used to watch his wife as she kissed him goodnight, but now, he sits all alone reminiscing of years gone by.
The chair can tell us so many things yet leave so many stories untold. Often, when you see a chair and its owner resting in the same place, over time, they seem to mold to one another’s character. When he or she leaves that place, the chair seems to be missing a valuable part of life; sometimes, it even seems to sag without its owner’s presence. Could it possibly have elated feelings, and maybe even a sigh of relief, when the owner returns from too long of a vacation or an extended walk upon the beach? … Have you ever wondered when you see an empty chair?
Stop Devaluing Yourself
This is such a wonderful reminder that I had to repost…a young soul who has embraced the foundation of Truth by which to live…
Recently, a few people have asked me about this blog. What is it? What do you write about? Why do you do it?
It’s very easy to devalue the things that we do. I’m never quite sure how to respond to these questions – what is Simply Sweet? I suppose it’s a lifestyle blog with a Christian focus and an aim to encourage and entertain others while also making sense of my own thoughts and actions – however this kind of coherency rarely makes it out of my mouth in conversation. Instead, I find myself saying, ‘oh you know, it’s just a girly blog with bits and pieces of stuff I’m interested in. It’s probably pretty boring.’
In actual fact, I love writing on this blog. I love to think that in some way, I can be invested in the business of encouragement. As a personal project, it helps…
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The Storm
The storm rages within my heart.
The anger is building. I only want to scream.
Lord, please do not let this become sin.
These clouds of pain threaten to overcome.
My heart is broken in two. Despair only wants to fill.
Lord, please do not let this fail to mend.
The winds of distance blow all over me.
The grief is suffocating. I only want to die.
Lord, please do not let this hate to contend.
The light of grace shines down to me.
The love is blinding. I only want to change.
Lord, please do not let this peace to grow dim.
The skies of joy are now all I see.
My heart is mended. Faith only wants to grow.
Lord, please do not let this happiness to ever end.
Penned – MG – 8/1/99
In the Image of You
Staring at the reflection in the glass, I wonder what is to become of me.
A wretched, lost and weary soul is all that I can possibly see.
Oh, how desperately I desire to be made brand new.
How could I have ever been formed in the image of You?
You are so majestic, so serene and so Mighty.
I am so lost without You and can take things too lightly.
You are so faithful, so patient and so kind.
I am so self-consumed, thinking only of my time.
Looking into the glass so darkly, all I can see is muck and mire.
A moment of peace in a life half-spent is all I can possibly desire.
Oh, how desperately I need to be rescued.
How could I have ever been formed in the image of You?
You are so divine, so magnificent and so eternal.
I am so lost without you and can make things too comfortable.
You are so loving, so merciful and so just.
I am so unfaithful, thinking only of my lust.
Gazing at the shattered glass, all I can see is fragments and pieces.
A ray of hope in a broken heart is all I can possibly seize.
Oh, how desperately I long for You to be all that’s true.
How could I have been formed in the image of You?
You are so amazing, so incredible and so awesome.
I am so lost without You and can make things, oh, so dumb.
You are so forgiving, so compassionate and so Sovereign.
I am now so blood-washed, thinking only of my pardon.
Penned – MG – 10/21/02










