Maggie and the Ladybug

Maggie's little fingers splashed about in the water,

Happily playing in a puddle of rain;

Unknowingly close to someone in danger,

Whose attempts not to drown were so far in vain.

Soon little eyes turned and realized the horror!

They saw the poor creature struggling in pain!

Cease to play little fingers! To the rescue you'll be!

So then and there Maggie saved him from the puddle of rain.

Who was "he" might you ask? Who he was I will say;

Twas a ladybug fellow: bright, spotted, and red

It was he who was saved that bright faithful day.

If Maggie had not been there he would have been dead.

This he knew very well and he thanked her with vigor

He crawled back and forth from her arm to her hand

This gave her much pleasure as she giggled and grinned

Delighted to be loved by her new little friend.

To thank him for thanking her in such a sweet manner

She declared she would make him a small cozy home

Not a mansion or a cottage, quite in between really

Just the sort of place a ladybug would roam

She set to work right away, her brain clouds were storming

Then it came to her suddenly, an ingenious thought!

She took a pink bucket, some sticks and some leaves

(Steering clear of poison ivy as she had been taught)

When the house and the foliage had all been collected

She let down her small friend into his new humble abode

Though reluctant to leave her dear hand that now held him

To please her he finally decided to go

And how he was pleased when he entered his bucket!

(His home, of course, is what I was meaning to mention)

Maggie now jumped for joy at this prospect

She had waited for his reaction with anxious suspension

Then seeing him settled in his glorious home place

She said to herself, "He's missing something that's needed"

"I'll call him Peter" (formerly her friend had been nameless)

And so yet another of his problems by Maggie was heeded

So Peter the Ladybug being at ease and quite happy

Closed his eyes and decided to nap a short while

But Maggie, poor child, thinking he'd died in his bucket

Shed tears that were worthy of a large crocodile

Peter saw her distress so he opened his wings up

He flew out of his home that had such grace and such charm

He loved his pink bucket but yearned after another place

The first place he'd felt loved, on Maggie's left arm

And so here we will leave them where they ought to be left

Together and joyful, young and carefree

This was the story of how an insect was rescued

By a blond little girl under a giant shade tree

©by: Allix Brunson 6/18/10

Conversion of the Enemy

When I write there is always an inspiration behind it even if I'm not quite sure what that inspiration is. Sometimes I simply can't put my finger on what it was that made me think to write something but this is not one of those times. This is a time that I know exactly what made me think of this poem and even the style I used to write it. The words are based on the sermon Bro. Greene preached this past Sunday on John 15:13-16 which reads as follows. "¹³Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.¹⁴Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.¹⁵Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you.¹⁶Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you." I definitely recommend you listen to the sermon (click here), it was great! Sometimes its the simple truths that are so meaningful and needed!

I'm not sure what you would call this style of poetry…but I enjoy it a lot and admire the people that are very good at it! One of those people is Jimmy Needham. Several of his poems caught my ear by the way that they seemed very comfortable and flowy for lack of a better description. J To see for yourself you can look up "Benediction", "Not Without Love (The Benediction)", and "Nightlights" all by Jimmy Needham. But without further ado here it is, my new poem…...

Because of Christ,

-Allix

Conversion of the Enemy

I: an enemy – dead. He: the Almighty King – rejected.

Before eternity past I was Sovereignly elected

To be, not only a vessel of Mercy and Grace

Glorifying God as my chief end,

He chose me to be His Friend. 

Sin as my cloak and Deceit as my dagger –

With nothing less than Conceit,

Arrogance, Swagger – I was so full of me

I couldn't begin to see

the Majesty of this King of Kings but

He saw me.

He saw nothing Special, worth choosing 

or saving, The wretch that I was that

sin was enslaving.

Who would die for filth?

No one in his right mind

Would take his Time, pretend to be kind –

No.

But Christ is not just anyone, He's 

God's only Son: The Righteous One

and He will be glorified.

And though I seemed satisfied with the World –

it was no life worth living. But God,

who excels at forgiving, came in

Covered sin and in the end

I was freed from my misery.

Shame and Guilt were swallowed 

by Love, and I am daily

reminded of where He brought me from.

Not because I was Shiny and New or

He thought it was just the nice thing to do.

He saved me for one reason only;

That I might glorify and honor Him, no longer

bound by Deadly Sin. But clothed wholly and

wonderfully in the Righteousness of

The Great God-Man

Who died for His enemy and made me
His friend.

©By: Allix Brunson 6/14/10

 

Kiomatia Blueberry Farm! :)

Welp, I get to mark something off my "things to do that I've never done before" list. Hooray! :D Today Mama, some great friends of mine (Shelbi from Small House, Lotsa Love and Savannah from Lil Brothers Are Great) and I went blueberry picking and had a lovely time. Fresh blueberries are much more scrumptious than store bought any old day! :)

I guess I have a knack for making new little friends...This is four year old Bridget. She asked if it was my birthday and I said no but that I had just had a birthday and that I turned 15. She happily replied, "15!? I'm so proud of you!" hehe :D
















Fun, Fun, Fun!

Willie the Great Big Dog

Ladies and Gentlemen! Folks of all ages! I present to you the magnificent, the beautiful, the...uh...very large tongued: Willie! :D (aka one of my uncle and aunt's several purebred Great Danes) :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Sunset...God's Version of Studio Lighting :)

Tall golden fields with lovely Texas wildflowers...a marvelous sunset painted by the Lord Himself shining through the wispy blond hair of a sweet little girl....this wonderfulness simply cannot be recreated in any studio....ever...

 <3 Sweet Maggie Grace <3

 

Lil' Sis Anna Claire :-) or should I say :-O lol

 

She's a Paw-Paw stick tight for sure 

 

Her sandcastle :D

 

 

 

Amazing bokeh awesomeness!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maggie!!! *sigh* I love you!! You are great...as is the light behind you!! :D

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes all you can say is...YAY! :D

 

 

Now....go pick some flowers in the sunset...you won't regret it, I promise. :)