He Guides My Path – The Writing of Sarah Berthelson

I went to see a friend today,
She has been very ill
As I sat and look at this little frail body,
I thought I would cry in spite of myself
No indeed I couldn’t do that,
As she smiled so sweetly at everything I said
She was lonely and needed someone to come by
Down the road they go, passing by her house
If only she could continue to reach out,
She would be with them if they were in need
Oh how much she has meant to me
She has often made encouraging phone calls
Just to say hi and that I wish you well
If that were me, could I smile as she?
People are too busy to stop and say hi,
To share a little happiness before they die
Do you know someone who is ill?
Let them know they are important still,
You miss them and wanted them to know
They are thought of today, rain, shine, sleet or snow.

You are my friend and
I have no doubt
That God looked around to find
The right friend for me.

And need a phone call or note
To just get me through the day.
You are always there and how grateful I am
That God saw fit to send you my way!

My doctor is great and has time for me
He is the one that I look forward to see
When my fever is high and my head is hurting
I want to go to someone that cares I am there
As he walks in the room, you are sitting and waiting
Scared half to death and your blood pressure is up
The white coat is frightening in deed
My doctor cares and he puts me at ease
A smile on his face and a very nice greeting
Shaking my hand and seeing what I need
A great man, my doctor, who does the right things
Loves his God, his family and friends
This includes his patients, you can plainly see
Doctors are blessing that are from God above
I thank Him for Dr. Sikes who is tops in his field
He respects each person and that I love
If I have a chance to my friends I refer them
To the best one I know and to him many go
Thank you Dr. Sikes for the care that you give
To all that go to you to be healed!!!

I went to a school reunion and guess who I saw
Members of my small class of nine, there was a total of six there
We hugged and remembered when we were growing up
What a wonderful life, so happy and free
Not a care in the world that anyone could see
So wonderful to remember-we didn’t know what worry meant
No stress was had by any one of us, we were loved by each other, our teachers and family
The teachers were wonderful and cared so much for each one
Oh, we did things we should not have done, but we had fun
Our hearts are the same but the rest has changed, gray hair and a bit of a pouch on some no doubt
That doesn’t matter, when you know that all those old friends
Are Christians and very active in their churches
God is a big part of our lives and that is the most wonderful thing about my dear old friends
We are members of the family of God, a closeness we have that is shared by all
Nine good friends of long ago are brothers and sisters in this Christ we know
I am so thankful for these classmates of years gone by that it is the Lord Jesus that we rely
May God continue to bless this class, Vondell, Catherine, Annalo, Sarah and Doris
The boys were John, James, Dan and Buck, I wish all of them God’s blessings and lots of luck!!!!!

It is my Christian duty to love you even if you are unlovable
It is my Christian duty to forgive you for acting ugly

That is my Christian duty
To be more Christ-like as He said

A disease called diabetes had taken it’s toll.
The doctor said a part of his leg would have to go.

God bless you, Jim!!

I married a marine forty years ago.
It wasn’t a piece of cake you know.
He was flying his airplane and having fun,
I was having babies and taking care of them.
Wishing at times I could run.
Any place would be O.K if I could just go play.
Be alone for one second would be great that day.
I had been up all night with a sick baby or two.
Maybe it was three I didn’t have a clue.
I was tired and weary and wanted to cry,
Then I would think how much he liked to fly.
I would gather my wits and pray not to quit,
be content with the choice I made for my life.
That was to be a marine wife

Military wives can identify with this

We love you dearly but we sure do miss

The help we could get when you are around

The emptiness you feel in our life will abound

Can’t you see how much I love you now

One of my sons asked me one day what was my most precious knick-knack
I didn’t hesitate to say that old yellow ceramic cat
It has been on the floor for twenty years or more
My mother had a dear black friend from childhood
Epp, took a ceramic class in her later years and made a yellow cat
She came by our house that afternoon and gave it to my mother
I will never forget how mama treasured that old cat
Now I treasure it, when I look at it lying on my floor
I remember the day that two dear old friends hugged
Over a yellow ceramic cat, it brought back sweet memories for them
When they were girls and played with real cats
It is worthless to anyone but me
I love my old yellow cat because it was so precious to my mama
A friendship that had gone on for more than fifty years or so
I wonder if anyone would give me their one and only
Old ceramic cat!!!

I think of myself, I realize I cannot accept compliments

I suppose that I do not want to flatter myself

I have learned to say ‘thank you’ and leave it as that,

Instead of saying ‘Oh this old dress’

My sons came to me, one at a time through the years,

To say ‘thank you mom for always being at home for me’

When they were growing up and going to school,

I would hurry home so they would not be alone

It was their Mother that enjoyed being there

To see her sons and to share in his day

Often I would substitute at their school

Just to be close and to see how they did

It was my pleasure to be with them

To hear them tell me they were glad I was there

Was the greatest compliment I ever heard!!!

My 4-H club leader insisted that I enter my chicken in the fair
I was an obedient child as you can plainly see
Daddy and I went into the yard and picked up a chicken
One problem I needed a rooster to go with the hen
I didn’t have a rooster so I went up the road
Mr.Dunn    let me borrow his old rooster
He was very old as his feathers were worn
His feet were pathetic and he didn’t look well
Off we went to the county fair to enter my hen and rooster
The judges were partial and that meant a lot   to me
Miss Craig the leader went down the row
Judging the chickens that were there for the show
When she got to my pen, with the rooster and hen
A blue ribbon was placed on my pen
I was in the sixth grade and delighted as could be
I had won first prize with my chicken and old borrowed rooster
Went away wondering if everything is fair at County Fair!!