Liz P. Beding
I’m a full time mother, self-employed in a small business, a free- lance elderly care provider and photographer, a DIY addict, and a free spirit.
Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion’d thoughts his act, Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou blast, and their adoption tried, Grapples them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-batch’d unfledged comrade. Be ware. Of entrance to a […]More
Such beautiful, beautiful hands! Though heart was weary and sad Those patient hands kept toiling on That her children might be glad. I almost weep when looking back To childhood’s distant day! I think how these hands rested not When mine were at their play. Mother in gladness, Mother in sorrow, Mother today, and Mother […]More
When I kept silent about my sin, my body wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night Thy hand was heavy upon me. My vitality was drained away as with the fever heat of summer– Psalm 32:3-4 And my Bible says that God is a changeless God, and yet it seemed […]More