April Morning...

awake and up before the sun
and ready to hit the road
it's time to get on outta here
I got a burden to unload
this little, blue, heavy heart of mine
feels like it could explode
I sure got a lot o' stuff done though
before the rooster crowed

a gentle breeze, rustles the leaves
fragrant with April's perfume
I glance at my watch and say to myself
I ain't leavin' here any too soon
it's three o'clock in the morning
I should be at your door around noon
got my coffee, water and Twizzlers
and an iPod chock-full of tunes

my little RAV4's hummin' along
northward bound on this interstate
thinking of you, while sipping my brew
it's been a long cold winter to wait
but the frozen winds are finally gone
I heard Spring say “hello” at the gate
even after a year, it still boggles my mind,
our "uncommon connection" of Fete *

I remember so clearly the morning we met
in the lobby of the Fleming Hotel
what a year it's been for both of us
aiming for heaven and battling hell
that's how it goes for us pilgrims
in this tall ship riding high on the swells,
but on the ocean of life, come calm or storm
with His love in our hearts all is well

Yes, with His love in our hearts all is well.

susie melkus
01-17-08

* pronounced 'fate' NOT 'feet'...so it fits, you see?

Sometimes...

sometimes I pout like a little girl
sometimes I'm just plain mad
sometimes I'm lonesome or confused
and sometimes I'm really sad
sometimes I'm afraid of something
and feel so out of place
so I go to my room to be alone
lie on my bed and hide my face
but one thing I know for sure is...
I'm never far away from Your grace.
For You love me when I'm pouting
You love me when I'm mad
You love me when I'm lonesome
You love me when I'm sad
You love me when I feel afraid,
confused or out of place
You love me when I run and hide
with tears that stain my face
You're always there beside me
and You hold me close and say
"You're still the apple of my eye, dear,
so don't be afraid,
it'll be okay."

susie melkus
01-20-08

Password Blues

In the space they call cyber
we create a word for our access.
This word must be like no other
but one we must always remember.
When it all began
there really was no plan.
Any old word would do
maybe even the size of your shoe.
But alas along came the hacker
who evidently knew the size of your shoe.
Make it 8 characters with numbers too,
and a cap here and there to make it strong.
Make sure that you never type wrong.
Your pet's name you used to remember
but Spike or Shep will no longer do.
What? Now it must work with your email too.
Over the space we call cyber
we scatter our words and addresses.
From site to blog to Verizon,
online banking as well as photo making.
It's hard to remember words with no reason.
but I think I've found the solution,
It's simple you see when you just rename your dog
45mkJ3_sPik9Ke_____Password Strength = Strong
Here 45mkJ3_sPik9Ke it's time for a walk
now... where's that damn leash.

Rich Melkus
01.10.08

My hubby wrote this, he who worked diligently on my blog today, that was lost... due to missing passwords and estranged email addresses, but has been found again. Thank you, honey.

A Crazy Girl Is Hard To Find...

This isn't the most 'religious' song....but I happen to think it's great. Maybe I need to go to confession?

Return of a Pilgrim. . .

Hi everyone,

The Roma pilgrimage was just wonderful! I'm not going to post much here, but for some reason the RECON blog was detected as possible 'spam' blog. (!?) That was very frustrating to see when i tried to post on there today.

I got a few great photos of Pope Benedict XVI in the cart before the Wed audience! Scott Hahn even thought it was like a TIME Magazine photo! That was a thrill to hear! I have to admit, I was shaking like a leaf and overcome with emotion when he went by us so closely...about 10 feet away!
Please keep checking http://revertconvert.blogspot.com for the latest and pray that this "spam stuff" just goes away so I can post my photos and thoughts on the pilgrimage.

Thanks!

susie

Had they been Catholic. . .

The Herman's Hermits song, There's A Kind of Hush (All over the world) might have gone like this:


There's a kind of hush all over the world at Mass
All over the world we receive the Lord,
True food that will last...
You know what I mean
As He gives Himself to us everyday we know
He's the Truth, Life and Way to the peace that will last
And with the Saints we can pray

So listen very carefully
Go to Mass and you will see what I mean
It isn't a dream
The only sound that you will hear
Is when He whispers in your ear
"I love you" forever and ever

There's a kind of hush all over the world at Mass
All over the world you can hear the sounds of Love from above
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la

So listen very carefully
Go to Mass and you will see what I mean
It isn't a dream
The only sound that you will hear
Is when He whispers in your ear
"I love you" forever and ever

There's a kind of hush all over the world at Mass
All over the world you can hear the sound of Heaven's sweet Love
Yeah, converts fallin' in love (with The Church)
Hush, they're fallin' in love (with His Church)
Hush

To our precious child...

To Our Precious Child

So courageous was one young mother

To give you birth and life

And her most heroic act of faith

Was to give you to us that night

For she knew she couldn’t care for you

In the way that would be best

We thank the Lord everyday for her choice

And pray that she’ll always be blessed

Though I didn’t carry you inside my womb

For nine months from the very start

Know this, our precious little and dear one,

You were “conceived in prayer” deep in my heart

As the Lord knit and fashioned you together

And you grew in your birth mother’s womb

Your Dad and I cried and prayed to our Lord

For a baby… just like you

Then when you came into this world

And I held you so close to my heart

It didn’t matter to me, or to us, that I’d not

Carried you for nine months from the start

Our God adopted us as His children

And with deepest joy we now adopt you

Trust that our love for you will never be less

Than if I’d carried you within my own womb

When God gave you to us, He gave us to you

And our prayer forever will be…

That you will grow in faith, find hope in His grace

And know that Love is always here...in your family

© Susie Melkus

04.21.07

I wrote this as I remembered my step-sister's adopted son, Sean. This is what I believe Clarann would have written had she ever done so. I don't know for sure, maybe she did write to him something like this. But Clarann, God rest your soul. You were a great mom and a wonderful step-sister. And to all those out there who courageously gave up their babies, their sons or daughters to be adopted...GOD BLESS YOU! YOU ARE HEROES!