Dust Bunnies Under the Bed

I've cleaned my house for forty years,

And I try to keep ahead.

But, every time a guest arrives

They find dust bunnies under their bed.

I can clean and dust almost every day.

Keep the rooms as neat as a pin.

But just when "honey" leaves his socks on the floor

All the neighbors decide to drop in.

It's amazing how everything stays in its place

When you're home alone day after day.

But the minute the kids bring the muddy dog in

The preacher comes by just to pray.

I don't understand how your friends always know

What the worst time to visit could be.

It seems like a magnet is drawing them in

When there's fighting 'tween "honey" and me.

If I leave the dishes to curl up with a book,

You can bet the doorbell will start ringing.

And, if I am sick or decide to sleep in,

It's a cinch that my phone won't stop singing.

So, I'll clean every day and keep up best I can.

And, on good days I might get ahead.

But, I know that if "honey's" mom visits today,

She'll find dust bunnies under the bed.

My Morning Rendezvous

Listening to the morning breeze,                                      

The gentle whisper speaks my name.

I often come to hear His call

And spend time alone in His embrace.

The early sun is soft and warm

And dances through the lofty pines.

I rest, alone, and wait to hear

Him speak. Serenity is mine..

He whispers promises so dear,

And comforts my uneasy thoughts.

My sometimes waining faith gains strength.

My heart longs for His forever love.

My morning rendezvous fulfills

The empty places deep inside.

He knows the words I need to hear.

He knows why I come. And He's always there.

No other love could ever thrill

The way He makes my heart delight.

No other place would I rather be

Than to spend these moments alone with Him.

The morning breeze calls out to me.

I know my Jesus. He knows my name.

My love grows stronger, and so, my faith.

I trust my love with each morning breath.