Monday, March 14, 2011


Life changes so stinkin fast
One minute you're climbing the mountain
And the next you're coming in last.
The valleys seem deeper and way too wide
The problems keep piling up and you have to decide.

Do you set and worry yourself to death
Trying to fix things all alone
Or do you give it all to God, 
And let Him control even your breath?

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Remembering Grandma Lue

Remembering Grandma Lue
by Jessica McKellar 4-12-10

5 years; has it been that long?

Since my dear grandma has been gone?

I miss the stories she used to tell,

and man how I miss her grandma smell.

Kinda like flowers or clean laundry most times,

mixed with home cooking and coffee sometimes.

Her fingernails were pretty and long,

always kept painted and especially strong.

Her hair she kept curled with rollers and pins,

sometimes a perm, just depends.

She wore dresses on Sunday to go worship the Lord,

shoes, jewelry, and makeup were always in accord.

She sang along with the choir,

and a special song here and there;

she never missed an opportunity to say a prayer.

My grandma was a reader you see,

romance novels were never far from reach.

She wore glasses to read and a bright light was never far,

I never knew missing her would be this hard.

She taught Sunday School for years and cooked feasts for the

family quite often,

until the cancer came around and then she lost it.

She was a fine woman who worked really hard,

she raised 5 children: you know she was tard!

I can picture her clearly in my mind,

her face comes to me alot, I find.

She was so honest, so loving

and she loved the Lord with all her heart,

she tried her best to never fall apart.

My grandma is heaven with Jesus you see,

she has her mansion over the hilltop,

she's happy and pain free.

I know she looks down on me at the woman I've become,

I wonder if she's proud or thinks I'm really dumb?

How I know she would have loved little Emmy Alexis,

Jason too, I'm sure she'd accept us.

5 years; has it been that long?

Since my dear Grandma has been gone?

Jessie Lue Cook

June 28, 1929-April 13, 2005

Saturday, October 17, 2009


Not is such a strong word
it's almost like over
it's worse than done
it cuts like a knife
it burns to my core
It's like you can't
you won't
you don't and that's even worse
I wish it wasn't in my vocabulary.
I almost can't handle it...especially coming from you.
Now I know how you felt when you heard it from me.

Sunday, October 4, 2009


Life is coming together slowly but surely
I should have expected bumps
I should have expected mountains
Sometimes I can get carried away
I forget about everyone else
I used to be so very loud
But now I'm learning to be quiet
I enjoy my time alone
I enjoy precious moments
I enjoy a beautiful day
I cherish time with my daughter
I think I might think of myself as a woman now....
And that thought is scary

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Looking Deep

There comes a time when you have to step back.
You realize it's not everyone else in the world that matters,
but it's yourself that needs work.
Rest and relaxation, peace and tranquility,
being at peace with yourself, spending time alone.
Processing your thoughts,
putting your life back together piece by piece and bit by bit.
No one can do it for you, no one can fix it all.
It's all me.
I need to do better.
I need to be more positive.
I need my life back


Doing a little soul-searching
finding a little bad
focusing on the good in life
and changing all I had

Trying to be more positive
striving to be kind
letting the little things go
and leaving them far behind

Yesterday's already gone
and tomorrow's almost here
today is going by really fast
and you never know what's near

My glass used to be half-empty
and now it's half full again
I used to live for days and nights
but now it's the moments and times I had.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

A chance to rest

Life has been crazy
And sometimes my shoulders are heavy
The world, crashes down
And I can't be steady
Sometimes I cry
I want to scream
Sometimes I write
But mostly I dream
I want to run away
To a beautiful place
A really peaceful haven
With no one in my face
I want things to be better
I want less stress
I need a sunny day
And a chance to rest

Thursday, July 23, 2009

I want to be home

I want to be home
I want to watch you grow
watch you learn and teach you more.
When I'm at work
my heart is at home
I worry if you are missing me
or feeling alone.
I miss your eyes and smile
your "pooh" bear and sippy too
I even miss changing you
when you have an accident too.
I love reading to you
and teaching you letters and numbers,
shapes and colors,
body parts and bible sotries.
We paint our "pretties"
and color pictures,
sing our favorite songs,
and laugh so silly.
If i have the chance
I'm going to be home more.
I want to be the one to
take care of you more.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Emmy's Bday Poem

Where has the time gone
It seems like yesterday
When I first held you in my arms.
All the bottles, pacifiers, and blankets are gone.
Hopefully, diapers will be quick to follow.
I've watched you grow from tiny to small-
first you held your head up, crawled, pulled up, then walked.
Now you run everywhere
with no time to rest.
You constantly learn and speak more each day.
We couldn't have picked a better name
Emmy it fits.
You're about to turn two
and this mommy isn't ready.
Not ready for complete potty-trained,
preschool or friends
Not ready for full sentences
or evening activities.
But the time is here
And I'm about to face it all.
And then I remember....
Emmy's still pretty small.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Walking Through Life

As we walk through life
so many things change
Our lives take on new meanings
And the path looks so strange

It twists and turns
There's bumps and ridges
There are mountains to climb, water to cross
And not many bridges

You do things you never thought you'd do
And say things you never thought you'd say

But there's one thing through all this that always stays the same
Our wonderful God who created everything big and small
Who loves us unconditionally and saves us from hell and shame

I Need You In Every Way

You are a breath of fresh air
From the stress
From the busyness
Life is sometimes so unfair
You help pick up the pieces
And put me back together
You carry me through the flames
As if I were light as a feather
If I can't breathe or get the words out
You speak to my heart
Answer my prayers
And take away my doubt
You prove your power and grace
Every single Day
I love you, Praise and Worship you
And need you in every way.

Thursday, February 26, 2009


Yesterday is gone
Today not far behind
All become one
In the pages of our mind
Life is but a moment
Written in the book of time
If we could only stop it
If life would only rhyme
Loving is a dream
A gentle, sweet caress
But it is what it seems
Is it more....or less?

By: My mom
Diane Jennings

The Flower

A beautiful thing is the flower.
A wonder to behold.
The many colors did nature shower,
It's petals to unfold.
In cool of morn, it's buds unfurl,
In promise of beauty foretold,
Blossoms open to tell the world,
Of exotic perfumes untold.
In dark of night on breezes waft.
The scents of time immortal.
Fragrances that drift so soft,
Through window, door, and portal.
By: My mom
Diane Jennings


Friends or lovers.
Which will last longest,
In the end,
One must be strongest.

By: My mom
Diane Jennings


Years...gone in moments.
Seconds that seem like years.
Life...gone in one last breath.
Birth....a joyous beginning.
Dim light, but is it dawn or dusk?
Darkness, but somewhere there is light.
Sunlight, but darkness waits to take over. many?
Can they even be counted?
Footprints, no one in sight.
Who has gone before?
Alone, or do the shadows move?
Love or hate, who can tell?
Alive, but for how long?
Dead, but does death last forever?
Words on paper, will anyone ever read them?
Eternity, how long does it last?
Such are the mysteries of life.
By: My mom, Diane Jennings

Friday, January 23, 2009


Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.
If you were a painting,
No colors could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.
If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.
If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.
So here I am, and artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

"I hope this is completely true to you, because it is tue of your love to me"

Are you afraid of love?
Or are you just afraid of my love?
Please do not be frightened.
My love will not choke or bind you in any way.
It will bring you warmth when you are cold.
And companionship when you are lonely.
My love will bring smiles to brighten all your days
And understanding when you are sad.
It will not obligate you to come see me every day
Or to call me every night.
My love will give you all these things,
Asking only
That wherever you go
And whatever you do,
You will hold me in your heart-
Knowing that when you return,
I will be here, only to make you happy.

Grace that love gives

If I could live my life again,
Then, I would
Erase the pain and stain of sin
If I could.
I never knew
A man like you
Was waiting somewhere just for me.
Now the strength of your love,
Your true and pure love
Can set me free.
I didn't know
God loved me so;
I never dreamed, I never knew
That He had planned a man like you
For me to love.

I promise

I promise to give you the best of myself
and to ask of you no more than you can give.
I promise to respect you as your own person
and to realize that your interests, desires and needs
are no less important than my own.
I promise to share with you my time and my
attention and to bring joy, strength, and imagination
to our relationship.
I promise to keep myself open to you,
to let you see through the window of my world
into my innermost fears and feelings,
secrets and dreams.
I promise to grow along with you,
to be willing to face changes in order to keep our
relationship alive and exciting.
I promise to love you in good times and bad,
with all I have to give and all I feel inside
in the only way I know how,
completely and forever.

The Dreamer

I am a dreamer,
a dreamer is all I can be.
I dream of so many things,
dreams that I wish were reality.

As I lay myself at night to sleep,
I pray to God the memories I keep.
As I gently close my eyes and relax,
I wish that I would dream of you.

I dream of you in so many ways,
a dream so beautiful, so real...
your arms around me while we kiss,
the feeling of true love with such bliss.

As I kept dreaming, I prayed....
"Lord, please make him mine someday!"
and as I kiss in my dream, my man said,
"I am yours.... and always will be!"

I woke up with tears in my eyes,
knowing it was all a dream.
As I turned to my right to wipe my tears, I smiled,
my heart just leaped and almost went wild.

Right next to me is an angel,
an angel in my dreams was my man.
The man I have longed, prayed, dreamed, and cried for,
the angel that I will love forevermore!


Love is like the seeds of life,
To root is full of pain and strife.
But to grow it's like a great Oak tree,
Straight and strong for eternity.
Love is what I offer you,
Steadfast, calm, and oh, so true!
Love is life between two who shares,
A life between two who really cares.
Love is ours, if you agree,
To spend your life with me!

Just one wish

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine....
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.