Right now life is painful. I cannot write specific details here, but I can share how God is watching over Dean and I during this time. Our Father has provided a few wise people in our lives, who are available to be a support, pray for us, and speak the truth to us. As scripture says “the truth will set you free.” Working through this rough patch, I write and write and write. This type of therapy is healthy for me.
“Where are all of the people who want little cottages in the woods with shelves full of books and gardens full of herbs?” ~ Brooke Hampton
Years ago I wrote a poem to a special Teddy Bear. This furry companion was with me from the beginning as a mother. I still have him. I recently discovered this poem from a box with other poems I had written, too. Today I write about a teapot fairyland, specifically on Teapot Street.
Teapot Street
Summer winds up into the autumn season
like the amber string of lights wind up on a teapot
illuminating the warm colors of the season.
Orange pumpkins plump alongside the teapot dwelling,
waiting to cast a whimsical glow at nighttime.
Cakes and pies resting on the windowsill
to feed hungry souls like the Word of God feeds us.
Trees sway in the crisp wind like the Holy Spirit
breathes strength and life into His people.
Friendship Bistro is set on Teapot Street
providing a comfy menu to partake for a special teatime.
Charm and caring hearts throughout the street.
Friends will join us on Teapot Street this autumn,
pray for and walk with us in this season of our lives.