Good Ol' Jeep

In the previous post I blogged about perspective and some sadness. The day after posting, I attended the funeral for the sweet 8 month old mentioned, and my head just hasn't been right this week. Then yesterday, I learned about a tragic loss for our church family, a young wife and new mother. I just can't bear to write about it really. I am processing. I am praying.

I do not wish to seem insensitive. Trust me, I'm hurting. So, If you will bear with me, I will stop and post something funny. It's a little poem I just made up this week about my old jeep wrangler. Inspired by freezing cold temps here in ALABAMA!!

Good Ol' Jeepy,

She's quite a heapy.

It's cold outside.

She likes to freezey.

Had to climb right through the back,

And squeeze my rear between the crack.

Too old, too old

to be climbing seats.

My heapy jeep,

your frozen doors are

quite the treat.

Blessings!:)