Changing Times

I hate it that I hate him
but love to love him too
I'm hating him
I'm loving him
I'm split betwixt the two!
Hating him is hurting bad
like fire burns and brands
Hating him means staying behind
Looking at my heart in a bind
Loving him hurts like crazy
but it's covered with a blanket
Great, warm, and fuzzy
Like when you're sick
and in bed and eat
soup with noodles.
I hate him
yet love him
Who is he
that stirs my emotions
and arouses passions?
He is no one but...
change.

I wrote this when we first moved to Germany. Suffering from homesickness and missing family, I picked up my pen. This poem came out. It's not the greatest ever written, but it comes from the heart. The only missing element that wasn't written is the fact of God taking 'change' and making it the greatest thing to ever happen in your life. God is the Author of our lives and if He changes our lives, then it can ONLY be for the better. This is a lesson that I'm still learning every day...and I'm slow to change. Only because I'm stubborn and want my way, instead of His way. Okay, i'm quitting now. It's raining. Rainy days make me reflective, especially when I can hear the rain pattering on my roof. It falls in rythym with the keyboard. And my music is just a motivator for more typing....
by the way, thanks, David, for the Kid's Choir CD....I like "I can Only Imagine", "God of Wonders" and "Who am I?" If Nina was here, she could help Aunt K-K sing and worship...right? I wish I could reach through my computer and hug her right now. I'm glad for the little ones at church. It's not quite the same, but almost like family.
signing off,
kath...in Germany