Friday, June 18, 2010

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

Monday, June 14, 2010

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,
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 –

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


Monday, June 7, 2010

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!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

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 is the light behind you!! :D
Sometimes all you can say is...YAY! :D
Now....go pick some flowers in the won't regret it, I promise. :)