Finding My One True Love

I’ve lost too much track of time
Finding a prince charming would be so sublime.
Where, oh, where could he be?
I need to find him.
When he sees me will he even recognize me?






No, I don’t go to the gym,
But I am trying to work on my weight and be trim.
Big blue eyes or green eyes, does it really even matter?
Just to be able to talk to him would certainly flatter.

Is it really the size that counts?
I’ve been told that the inner glow
Is more than what doubles my amount.
What about depression and anxiety?
There are so many standards in this world’s high society!

I am patiently waiting
For that game they call dating.
I believe I am part of the Lord’s great work of art!
Everybody has their shortcomings and flaws,
To finding love, I don’t believe there are any particular rules or laws.
When I meet him I know I’ll love him from the start,
And hope that he’ll stay in tune and do his part.

Loyalty

Loyalty:
It starts out with a lot of training.
And we all know that can be draining.
Lots of love and patience are involved
Until the first reward is finally resolved.












Day by day goes by
Until the rules eventually start to apply.
Gentle push and shove
Proves to show lots of love.

Giving lots of love and being loyal,
With a heart of gold which is truly royal.


Lots of walks and sniffing and exploring
Which is definitely, in their eyes, not the least bit boring.

Their silky soft fir is what I prefer.
It makes for a cuddly, snug.
They’re a lifelong friend who stays ‘til the end.
That’s what I love most of all – from their owner they never fall.

Trying To Comply

Waking up at seven so I can be there by nine
Just seems so completely out of line.
Especially when there isn’t that much to align.
That, in itself, must be some sort of a sign.

Sitting here by people surrounded
Not really doing anything,--- I am astounded.
I’m trying to give Marijo a break,
Even though against all odds my heart aches.

I need an ally, as I try hard to comply.
But whenever I take to the sky
It seems like my wings get clipped and
It’s hard to fly.
Sometimes I just want to cry,
Still I’m trying really hard to comply.

I guess they do sometimes go out
But I can’t go, there is no doubt.
The van they use
Is kind of like a caboose.
It’s hard and scary for me to get in and cut my fears loose.

Called To Serve

He left his home, family and friends,
For two years,
That seemed like it would never end.
But a sacrifice so great would also lead to tears.
A job of such skilled requirement known,
He had to have had some fears shown.
But still ready to teach knowing the truth.

On his way to his mission
with such great ambition.
To teach the Lord’s great work of gospel art.
Obstacles, and challenges face him right at the start.
Tears flow as he know two years is a long time to part
People say no, or they don’t help themselves like they should.

While on his mission he found some people to be baptized
It warmed his heart to see the people being revised.
Seeing the People take their vows
To their Lord Father In Heaven, they bow.

Then there are times searching for the less active members
Seeking them out to help them relight their embers
They definitely find members in distress,
But through the power of the atonement, and their love, there is definitely success.


Called To Serve!!!!!!!!!!




You elders are awesome!!!!!!!!!!
You lit my ember
In just a short time I feel I’ve blossomed.
Thanks for being apart of my support team.
Every time I see you guys my heart beams.
Thanks for helping to sew the loose seems.

Team Support

There have been times when I’ve been miss leaded
There have also been times of being miss treated
You throw the ball in the air once and miss,
And then the crowd makes a roaring hiss.





The Lord works in mysterious ways
He plans to never from his plan stray.
Just like sports I’ve got a team to play




Even though I don’t quite know my way,
The support I have will keep me in the right direction and at bay.



Guidelines, boundaries, and rules
If aren’t followed sit on the sideline stool.
Now that doesn’t mean you’re a fool.
It just means your taking a break,
And that by all means is great.

I’m afraid of being mean,
So this time out I’m keeping it clean
With prayer, scripture study, and help from the Lord
Because when I run empty I know he’ll fill my gourd.

I know me,
And I know I can be a better she,
So with a fighting sword,
And many blessings to afford,
I’ll catch that ball, and win
For all to see the better she
That I know I can be.

Tullip Parable

This isn't a poem but it is a letter to a dear friend, in fact I call her my Angel momma. But because this is my first parable I have ever written and applies deeply to the growth in my life. So I hope you enjoy reading it. Once again, this is a letter written written to my foster mom. I call her my angel momma though. :)

Marijo,
I need to tell you how much I love you. I think you are so awesome. You have done oh so very much for us that you will go the extra mile to make sure we are all content. Thank you for all the wonderful Christmas gifts. I enjoyed spending Christmas with you and dad. I would have to say that it ranks in my top years of Christmas and Birthdays.
You need to know how special you are to me. Over the last year that I have lived in your house with you and Carolyn, I have suffered severe pains from my leg and the stress, depression that went with it. You made life worth living.
You helped me deal and face my problems with my family in a coping method that should be pattened because as you can see, now I am having meaningful relationships with my family that by the way, it means the world to me. Thank you for being a rock in my life. You know it just dawned on me why I thank you for being my rock star in life. Because you are solid as a rock, but you stand firm and tall as a hero star. So thank you for fulfilling all that is important to me in my life.
Since I have been here I have developed in ways that I can not even begin to express. Words can not describe how I’ve changed. Except for the fact that I am going to try. So you know how tulips start out, just like any plant from the bottom of the ground. When watered and fed the nutrients they need, the stem starts to grow. You have fed and watered me with your wisdom. Then, once the stem is grown the little part in the middle of the petals starts to pop up. That being said the wisdom you gave me through the food and water start to sink in. At that point slowly but surely as more and more things start to absorb into the tulip’s lifeline one petal by one petal keeps popping up. Which the petals in my life represent a life lesson learned. Now, I do not have all of my petals yet. I’m sure you know what I mean when I say this, however I feel as though I have about 90% percent of my petals, so when Spring is finally here and the flowers start to pop up remind yourself that, that is me just popping up to say hello because by the time they have grown I will be just like them. Fully produced and full of nutrients given to me by one of the best authors of wisdom I know.
Thanks for being the you that I know you are. Thanks for handling each situation that comes along like a pro. I know I can be difficult at time and require a lot of patients. Thanks for not giving up on your flower and patiently waiting for it to bloom. One day soon when the rest of the tulips get there I will be there to. I love you with all of my heart.

Conversation With My Father Above

Sitting with my father above I asked,
“What will life be like”?
Well he said with a grin on his face.
You’ll start out young, innocent and running around as a little tyke.
Pretty soon you’ll have the ability to ride a bike.

Years will start to pass,
As you look through the hour glass,
With wonder in your eyes
You’ll begin to realize
It’s time to get baptized.

Now here’s my theory
But please don’t grow leery
As my plan is great
And planning it has made me very weary.
Now the Atonement is a great and marvelous plan
Because it pertains to every child, women, and man.
Indeed it can bring many trials,
But that is why I suffered so mankind could also have many smiles.
You’ll find you may have to overcome sin, and tribulations,
And even though you’ll have a few set backed limitations,
For you is my expectation,
That through wisdom knowledge, and anticipation,
With courage and care of other’s love
You’ll have the support you need to carry through
And the power of the Atonement to start each day new.

So let’s go back to the life of you,
For you must wonder just what it is your supposed to do.
I trust you know you’ll go to school
To learn deep things
Like what you reap is what you sow.
Life and school won’t be easy
Because people can play games and be teasy.
It may be your instinct to fight back and be bold,
But please don’t for I made you full of compassion with a heart of gold.

After school you’ll most likely be on your own,
But please remember that you’ll never be alone.
You’ve found and will find
Life to be full of challenges of all kind…
Anxiety, Depression, and weight along with others is to be some of a test
But I’ve given you key points and answers,
So I’m sure you’ll do your best.

“But what if I fall short”?

Well in life you’ll be given a handbook to help you with the rest.

Now that you have the basics lets get ready to send you through the port.
One last thing before I let you go.
Please don’t hesitate to call on me for peace and comfort.

While living my life I’ve understood the meaning of true trials,
But I’ve also learned the great joy of bright smiles.
Sometimes I have chosen to be alone,
But even then---- he is with me and I am not on my own.

This life has been, for me, a huge test.
But even with my flaws and shortcomings…
Him and I know that I’m doing my best.
Everybody falls in the end.



But when that glorious moment comes In front of him I’ll keep my head high,
Hold to the rod and stand up firm and tall.
For I know I am a daughter of God
Who still loves me even when I fall.

Apologies Needed

I’m so very sorry I was so mean to you.
I didn’t realize it made each day old instead of new.
I feel bad for the way I treated you.
I hope an explanation on my part will do,
To Make each day new.

Depression stings I know you can see,
I just wish it wasn’t me.
But it is so lets just work on finding the better she
That I know I can be.





I know I said a lot of unkind things.
I wish I could, instead spread my wings,
And to you-- sing.

I love you with all my heart.
I loved you from the start.
I’ll play my part of the song,
So hopefully with new wings attached,
We can get along.

Daughter and friend
Until the end.

Friendship

What is a friend you ask?
Well I suppose in times of disagreement,
Some, might consider it a task.

Webster’s dictionary describes a friend
as one who is not hostile,
And one who is a favored companion.

I would say a friend is someone who has bright rays of smiles
And Someone who shares with others, their style.
Yes, sometimes friendship can be a bit of a trial,
BUT, if you ask me,
It is definitely, worthwhile.

How can this be so real?
I can’t even begin to tell you how I feel.
Our friendship bond has swelled forever in my heart,
Because of this I hope we never drift apart.

Please let me take a few minutes to explain.
It seems as though in my life,
I always seem to find the rain,
But you remind me of a bright sun
That always rises and clears the cloudy pain.

When night time falls and everyone is dreaming of
Dancing sheep, sugar fairies, and plums,
You lie awake, thinking of ways to bring people out of their sorrow, and slums.

Just like the angels, while looking down,
Share their stories of the beautiful earth
You tell me how beautiful I am,
And how I’m filled, with so much self worth.

The road of Life can be long
But with GREAT friendship and a cheerful song
And with true friendship like ours,
I’m positive nothing could go wrong.
Thanks for helping me up the mountain
With my friendship on your back,
And trust in the Lord I know we’ll never go
off track.

No Help, But Wait...

Sitting alone at night,
Not a single soul in sight,
Nothing about it was bright
My mind and heart ache with pain,
Fear shown about me
As I know of my inside stain.

Against all others wills,
All I want to do is take a bunch of pills.
Tears flow on the inside
But nothing to show the people on the outside.

I want help and answers, but all I know are just a bunch of dancers.
Hum Ho Hum Ha,
No help for you, so Bwahahaha!

Ideas are told
But tried everything and nothing yet sold.
Looking at the end of the rainbow for that pot of gold.

So I said a prayer to the Lord.
He filled my gourd.
And gave me a fighting sword
With many priesthood blessings to afford.
Somewhere filled deep within my heart
Is the Lord’s great work of art.
Those who have patience, says the story,
Shall be lifted up and receive all the glory.

I believe in dark trials
But also believe in bright smiles.
I believe that the end is at nigh,
And during that time I’ll be lifted up high.

Wanting A Way Out

Sometimes I just want to shout:
I JUST WANT OUT!!!
But people say that’s not what I’m supposed to be about.
So why don’t you sit down, and listen for a change
While I begin to express and act out
What it’s like when I break out,
And no, I’m not deranged,
At the moment I'm, just a bit off range.

These thoughts, that are thought out,
That I have to think about,
Well, guess what,
They’re just as real as real can be.
That doesn’t make me a nut,
It just makes for a different she.
I also get highs and lows
Even get excited over simple things
And even be able to go with the flow.
Then my thoughts change, making my anger glow.
I don’t mean to hurt the people I love
From my end it seems like when they push
I have a hard time letting go, so I shove.

Life right now is very hard
In fact my brain is even a little bit scarred
But please, don’t let it throw you off guard,
Because we’re all still playing from the same deck of cards.

Stinging Pain Unresolved:

Left without assistance I needed.
Spent a weekend and begged, and pleaded,
For some kind of guidance and therapy.
Pain still stings.
I wish I had huge wings
So I could fly high into the sky.

What to do, what to do?
They say each day starts out new.
But apparently they have no clue,
They say it starts from the inside too.
But I say I need help from someone on the outside looking in.
They don’t know or understand the life I’ve lead or where I’ve been.
When oh when is it my time to win?

The only help I received was through Marijo, church, missionaries and my own strength.
The staff just came and checked on me from an arm’s length.

It’s hard when I'm in pain,
Over my mind it reigned,
I hope this misery ends soon,
So I won’t be so drained.

Somewhere out there, there has to be some answers,
Not just a bunch of dancers.

Thanks Lord, for at least holding things at bay,
I hope tomorrow’s day is a better day.
Your word’s of comfort have help exhort me back to where I need to be.
Marijo is the one who helps me be a better she.


This poem was centered towards West house crisis center.

Marijo

Marijo,
I need to take a moment to tell you how I feel.
I think you are so real.
You are a real as real, and yes, as real as they come,
You fill my heart and soul
With love, emotion, and flowers that blossom

You handled this situation like a pro,
I don’t know anybody who could be as good as you, ya know.
Because your you, and you’re a good you, and that is what counts
So I give you a big yahoo, and outstanding BRAVO.

Thanks for being my rock star
Thanks for being the star that you are,
And loving me even with my flaws blahs, and
When I’m not that up to par.

I love you tons!

Innocent, And Young:

I started out innocent and young.
Making mistakes, tripping and falling.
Onto my family I clung.
If I tried walking on my own, all I did was,
onto the floor, flung.
I didn’t know any better
I just kept getting stung.
I needed guidance,
Because it felt like I kept sinking into mere subsidence.









Then I turned 8!
What a number so great
With wonder in my mind I realized
It was finally time to be baptized.
I was blessed with the Holy Ghost,
And was given the assurance that he would be my life’s best host.

While living in this world I’ve had to deal with many trials
But also by His promise have been filled with wonderful bright smiles.

Walking with a briefcase full of jumbled errors and files,
I could eventually walk a million long miles.
But with my prayerful fall
I know will immediately bring his peaceful call.

He has the power to take your burdens away
And hold them at bay
If you feel you have been in defeat
And are at the threat of cheat
Please show sorrow and tears,
But never be of fear
Because I know His judgment is sweet.

Sometimes in this big old world I feel alone,
But I know to always condone
Because He is with me even when I think I’m on my own.

Just Like You, I'm Just Like Me:

Monday, March 23, 2009

Just Like You, I'm Like Me:

I wish I could tell you how I feel.
It’s only best to say that my
mind is like a spinning wheel.
Lots of ideas, and thoughts I find to deal.

I find I’m an ordinary gal
Just like you, I’m just like me.
I’m trying to find just the right key,
So it will help set me free.

I was born with many talents you see.
Just like yours, I’ve got mine
I may not be able to write a chorus line,
Or help you with your back spine,
But I sure can shine.
Because what shows inside
Is more then what’s on the front line.

Most days I want to spread my wings and fly,
Other days I’m weighed down, and just want to cry.
Then there are days I ask myself why,
Most days,
Just like you,
I try.
With help from family, friends, and above,
I realize that I, too,
Can climb the mountain high
That will one day reach the sky.

Because even though I’m not superman,
I realized that before my life began,
That just like you, I’d have my own fans.
So with the wingspan of a dove,
Filled with compassion and love,
I’ll spread my wings and fly
With the gift I was given from above.
By, Jenny Spencer
This poem was inspired by the song "Superman" by Five For Fighting.

Eternal Keys:

Just wanted to take the time
To let you know,
Our family loves you so
I know your heart‘s been in a bind,
But I hope this message
Fills you with sweet sublime.

Many years back you met a fine young man,
Whose heart was as big as the ocean and the land.
Together, over the years, as you’ve grown
Hand in hand,
You should be proud of yourself,
After all, you’ve helped fulfill a huge part of the Lord’s marvelous plan.


I can’t begin to express how I know you must feel
How could something so tragic,
Turn into something so real.
Long ago, our Lord got down on his knees to kneel,
When he said. “My God My God Why hast thou forsaken me”
While amidst his pain, he wept a great deal,
But began to understand the need
For his and ours eternal key.
Then humbly said he,
“Father, I commend my spirit unto Thee”
While in this life we were sent to live and learn
The Lord’s great gospel
In our heart, full of warmth,
It always burns.
This life seems to be full of smiles,
Yet sometimes it can burden us with tribulations and trials.
However, the Lord,
Though his strength released,
Has promised us with everlasting peace,
If we endure longer and accept the few extra miles.


The hike up the mountain can be long,
But I know it can be done
Through prayer, scripture, and a cheerful song.
More ways then one
The Lord has sent to us His comfort.
For he knew this life would take some great effort.
Through Prophets, leaders, teachers, family, and friends,
I hope that as time goes by, your heart will soon mend.
Now I will confess to you, that I am no expert,
But am glad that to your family I belong,
Together we’ll hike that mountain high,
That will one day reach the sky.
So with this message, to you I send,
A loving friendship to last until the end.
Jenny Spencer

Sitting On A Wire:

Friday, November 7, 2008
Sitting On A Wire:


SITTING ON A WIRE:
Friday, November,

7th 2008

By: Jenny Spencer

Man, look at those birds over there on that wire.
Sitting and balancing,
And having a conversation
with those, they admire.
They’d have to almost have an extreme desire,
Because you know, they must get tired.
My, how quiet they are,
I’d almost say, they’re almost about to conspire.
Why compared to you and me,
I’d say they’re way up higher.
Sitting up there on that wire.



Would they welcome a passerby to sing along and be a part of their choir?
Or would they tell them to leave, because,
That person is someone,
They didn’t admire.
Do you think they’d request,
That a person be dressed
In a well groomed attire.
Or just to stop by,
with their voice as their best?


How do you think this would seem to appear?
So many birds,
Gathered so near?
Why just look at how much they can see,
Of the great frontier.
Is there a chance they’d show,
the look of fear?
Do you think they’d need someone to interfere?


But at the end of the day,
As the sun sets, it’s last ray.
Before any longer,
As They might decide to stay,
The birds,
They fly on their way.

His Guiding Light

Saturday, November 1, 2008
His Guiding Light:
I was reading the New Era today, and came across a quote that really struck me, and inspired me to make more of it. So I went to the "Drawing board" as they say, and went to work. This is what I came up with. (While reading this, please listen to "I Am A Child Of God") To give credit where credit is due, the picture is a wonderful illustration by Greg Olsen. (The picture is demonstrating Christ's love for us, his children.)

His Guiding Light:

If you push forward,
push in faith.
For if you are pushing forward in faith,
You are pushing towards God.
If you cry,
Cry forjoy.
For God loves you and wants you to be His angel and guiding light.
For Through His light.
You are a candle burning bright


If you choose to let go of the flame,
God will let go just the same.
but just know,
While doing so,
He’ll continue to count every tear.
As He knows the journey is long,
But the end is near.

So come unto him, and He will rejoice with you.
For an everlasting life you can start a new.

As a sign you are one of God’s children,
you should look in the mirror.
But do not shed a tear.
For God loves “all” of His children,
and He wants them near.
As we are His creation,
and we should be with Him.
So look towards the rainbow.
For what lies ahead,
is the miricale of peace from within.
By Jenny Spencer

Poem For Mom

My mom is a great mom, don’t you see.
For she loves me for me,
And she knows who I can be.
She’s been with me right from the start,
She loves my heart,
That is the bestest best part.











That’s right, right since I’ve been little,
We’ve been together.
Here is a secret I’m going to share,
We have a love that will last forever.
Because for me, she cares.

We’ve always loved to shop and buy…
Now wait a minute, did you just ask why?
Well I suppose I’ll share our secret with you,
It’s our time together, yes it is, just us two
Sometimes we go to see a movie or even a few.

Mom, thanks for being the special you that you are.
Thanks for choosing me to be your together forever love
Thanks for having your beautiful soul and heart,
I think that that is the best of all best part.
I love you for you, `cuz you’re a good you.
I’m glad we have times when it is just us two.

The Love Of A Father

Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The Love Of A Father:
I wrote this in dedication to my father. I hope you all will enjoy this. The picture is also by Greg Olsen.
The Love Of A Father:
(Monday, November 3rd , 2008)

My father is a great man you see.
As he teamed up with our Father in heaven
And chose me.
So I sat on his knee,
And together we discussed
What great plan would work for him, and me.

It was interesting as our Heavenly Father sat there with us,
He did warn us that it would be rough.
But we didn’t mind,
because we both knew that together,
through it all,
we’d be tough.
We stood ready to leave,
by giving out hugs.
While our Father bid us both good luck.

But then the Angels gathered around
to tell us they’d be there to guide us through.
For the trials, temptations, and tribulations they knew,
Would pass by us through and through.
They did tell us that if they ever saw us fall,
They would help pick us up,
and give us inspiration to start a new.

Now here we are, today on this earth,
Learning and growing, with great self-worth.
And Yes, it has taken a lot of great spiritual work.

But while in our chances to fall, and stray,
We’ve been picked up from the strength of those,
who promised to help lead the way.
Its hard when you’ve got a bumpy road,
But my father, even with a few faults of his own,
Has always been able to pick up the heavy loads.
Now some of you may be asking…
Yes, there, have been some parts of the road,
in this life that have been rough.
But my father, with help, picked me,
And together, we’ve been tough.
For we’ve been able,
To help lift each other up.
As the love of a father
Is a great gift, from up above.
By: Jenny Spencer
Posted by Life's Journey at 6:53 PM