September 12, 2018 KimHarms 1Comment

Sometimes when I walk through hard things, I have a picture in my mind of what I’m learning and how I’m growing. Sometimes I can even see a path clear through to the end. Other times I feel stuck and the picture moving forward is fuzzy. At those times, it’s often difficult to arrange the thoughts floating through my head. I felt that way between tumor detection and cancer diagnosis, but I’ve felt that way other times in my life too. When something changes that’s beyond my control. When it still feels like everything should be as it always was,…

April 18, 2016 KimHarms 1Comment

I found this poem during one of my middle of the night reading sessions. And as I am at the start of what is likely going to be a not-so-good sleep night, I am encouraged by it again. It is beautifully written. Enjoy. Further Still In that lonely place ~ No friend can go ~ No brother can help ~ No loved on can know I must crawl on ~ While you stay ~ Further still ~ Just watch and pray In that lonely place ~ The cup is fought ~ To sip the pain ~ Or choose my lot…

April 16, 2016 KimHarms

It’s my day to blog over at Inspire a Fire. It’s just a short sweet post about childhood memories including my own version of George Ella Lyon’s poem Where I’m From. If need a creative challenge on this lovely Saturday, try writing your own Where I’m From.  It’s a lot of fun (unless you are not a word person, in which case it could be a torturous experience.) Where I’m From – Family Heritage @ Inspire a Fire.

December 12, 2013 KimHarms 8Comment

I am not enough To undo my mistakes, to answer my own prayers To make myself compassionate when I simply don’t care. To give joyfully each time, to love those I don’t like, To succeed without pride, to submit without a fight. I am not enough To seize every moment, to savor every gift To put playtime above laundry on my to-do list. To ease the worries that find their way inside. To overcome the insecurities I so like to hide. I am  not enough But I know the One who is. The One who Forgives my mistakes and answers…

August 26, 2013 KimHarms

Because sometimes milestones can be equally joy-filled and heart-breaking. “Mom, let go.”  * Three small words A punch to the gut Tears behind sunglasses Broken heart  * Black bicycle seat Released from my grasp Unfettered boy Riding free  * Simple mastery of Two-wheels But to me It is more * He can do it On his own Reliance on me Ever decreasing  * A mama’s pride  Mingled with loss Most heart-wrenching Mix of emotions  * Down the path He pedals alone Grinning, bursting with Joy of independence  * Bless that boy Father I pray And comfort the mama Who let…