I had many miracles … I know that they’re true
No one believes me, no, not even a few
It doesn’t bother me, no not even now
They’re memories, like treasures, worth more than a golden cow
I guess it’s a blessin’ to want nothin’ from life
I’ve plenty to love, from my kids and my wife.
Category: My Daily Meds
My Daily Meds – A Short Story For Every Day of the Year
Daily meditations and poems with a spiritual humor twist, thoughts stories, happenings, poems written by P. M.
Written by a Christian. A book for people who have hit rock bottom. Physically, mentally and spiritually. It is intended to help lift you. some is for Christians in recovery. Most. Each day is a surprise. This book was 23 years in the making – written by one who did hit bottom. Acute alcohol poisoning twice.
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My Daily Meds: July 15
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My Daily Meds: March 25
Sometimes I would really like to “shake” some sense into some people. They do things that really aggravate me. Do I remember being young? Do I remember having the same mentality? Even an evil one? Do I remember I am only sober because my Master “saved” me. It was not me that wanted to get straight. It is only by the grace of God. So finally after being dragged out of a pit do I want to become the person God wants me to be. I must not expect others to become “well” over night. Thank-You Lord for your saving grace. Please help these others, too. Continue to help me.
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My Daily Meds: July 14
I’m a good man, but I bear no fruit
I’m all to myself … just don’t give a hoot
I should blossom with love, hope and charity share
If I keep it inside … no one will care
If I just knew my purpose, my reason for life
I mean besides my kids and my wife