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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.

  • My Daily Meds: June 18

    A wood beam in my eye, yet I still throw a stone
    I know I’m not perfect, but I’m not alone
    I pray for world peace – far fetched it may seem
    But, can you imagine a more wonderful dream?
    I’ll settle for peace in my own little house
    So, maybe someday, I’ll quit fighting my spouse.

  • My Daily Meds: February 13

    At the writing of this, my dad passed away the day before yesterday. I was in the room with him when the Good Master came for him. Truly, the Master gives us everyone and everything we need right up to our last day. For as old as I am, I have been fed every day. My dad was fed. Lord has a way of hiding pain. I don’t believe dad was suffering in pain, in the end. True, he received pain medication, but I think there was more than that. Something given from above.
    Now, I have two Fathers waiting for me. My earthly father and my Heavenly Father. Lord and Master, I pray to serve you, and to do your will right up to my last day, on earth.

    P.S. Lord,

    “I am a man, but I can cry
    ”Cause it’s hard to watch your father die.”
    PM

  • My Daily Meds: January 22

    Acceptance

    Do I have control issues today? Have I
    yet learned that I cannot control you? I
    cannot make you drive a car better. I can
    not make the waiter (waitress) serve me quicker.
    I can not make the food tastier. I can not
    make you stop smoking. I would like to
    shake some people a little but they will
    not listen any harder.

    I need to accept you the way you are.
    I need to let you do what you must do.
    However, I can change the way I think.
    Maybe the world doesn’t need to be changed
    as much as my thinking does. As I
    change the way I think, so does the
    world seem to change.