About This Blog

My blog shares my recovery journey from childhood abuse to living with mental illness. I've been involved in twelve step groups and therapy since 1982. I accepted Jesus as my Savior in 1988. To the best of my ability, I have followed where He wants me to go and what He wants me to do. Maybe you'll find the hope and strength you need through what I write. Maybe you want to stop hurting yourself. Maybe you have a friend who needs help and can benefit from my story. I was newly disabled when I asked God this question: "What do you want me to do with my life?" I closed my eyes and paused for a few moments to still my mind. This is what I sensed from Him: "Amy, I want you to write your story to bring hope and healing to those who are still suffering." And that's exactly what I am doing!

Thursday, December 26, 2013

The Forgotten Gift

Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house,
Everyone was stirring, even the mouse.

The presents were opened, the Christmas wrap picked up,
Children could be heard laughing, even the pup!

Leftovers were spread on the table with care,
The family was nibbling - nibbling here, nibbling there.

But there in the corner sat one little present.
It did not have a tag, or a bow or a crescent.

It wasn't flashy, glittery or hung from the wall.
Why this present didn't seem very special at all.

Until one of the children curious to see,
Picked up the present and it started to sing.



The little child sat there with tears in her eyes,
"Why this is the greatest present that money can't buy!"

For God gave Jesus as a gift to us all,
To pay for all of our sins, the big and the small.

If you know Jesus and you've asked Him into your heart,
Then you'll be with Him forever, just like a pop tart (sorry).

If you don't know Jesus and in your heart He's not,
Why not invite Him in?  He'll find His special spot!