A Handful Of Weeds

I am trying my best to move through each day without feeling suffocated. I say trying because I have yet to get to that point. I have tried telling myself that my mom is no longer in pain, no longer heartbroken and missing her mom as I am now. I tell myself that she would want me to remember her life, not her death and she would want me to move forward with my life. I tell myself. I must not be a good listener. :) every day is hard and pain unmeasurable is suffocating. But I find my mommas love around every corner. I heard this song and if ever there was a song written about the lady that God blessed me with as a mom, this is it. Its titled a hand full of weeds. I miss my momma, but I know now she is blessed with a arm full of the most beautiful flowers no living being has ever seen, she is in the presence of our Lord & Savior.


"Handful Of Weeds"
Four years old, with dirt on my face
I'd been out in the yard pickin dandelions all day
I burst through the front door
when I'd gathered enough to give to my mom,
to show her my love
when I held out my hands
she looked down at me,
she said I've never seen flowers as beautiful as these

she's the one who told me about Jesus
she's the one who taught me to sing
she deserves, an armful of roses
she's satisfied with a handful of weeds

Now that I'm older and out on my own
I wish I could find more time to make it back home
I could've done better,
I know in my heart
than to scribble a note on a last minute card
And then she calls on the phone
and the first thing she says is
I've read this card over and over again

She's always known what true love means
and I want her to know what she means to me !

she's the one who told me about Jesus
she's the one who taught me to sing
she deserves, an armful of roses
she's satisfied with a handful of weeds

She's more than satisfied, with a handful of weeds.