Instead of wasting my time  wondering;

Why heartache and tragedy,

Plague my living days.

I’ve found the answers,

In different ways.

Before I took for granted,

Everyday things.

Not appreciating the joy the sun ,

Upon my face brings.

Simple things like;

Zipping my coat,

Or tying my shoes.

What happens when;

Those abilities you lose?

I could waste my time wondering;

What unfortunate twist of fate.

Gave me this hand,

I was dealt.

Never experiencing how

A true struggle felt.

Now, it feels daily;

I just struggle to live.

But, in this broken body;

I’ve found new ways,

To give.

To give freely,

of myself.

Appreciating each day.

Offering a helping hand;

Rather then collecting like dust,

Upon a shelf.

Opening my eyes once again to a God;

I thought forever lost.

Wondering if sinning;

Had been this cost.

But foolish

I found those thoughts to be.

For he proved;

His love on Calvary.

God waited thirty years,

For me to find him

Once more.

When I’m troubled;

My problems on his shoulders,

I can pour.

Perhaps I’m still here ,

To help others  overcome tragedies in their lives;

When trouble drops by.

But, it no longer matters to;

Question why?

I’ve found new will a new passion for;

Fighting my everyday trials.

The best gift being ;

In my children’s smiles.

They see me struggle,

Just to get by.

But, it’s made them stronger,

So, it no longer matters why.